Class Villainess

"Go tell him that we can meet alone whenever he wants to. I'm very curious about him as well~."

Ick. 

Ew. 

Leah could say something like that in front of her followers in public. It made me wonder what would she do to Logan once they were alone. 

I really should compensate Logan after this whole ordeal with Leah was over. 

"So, can I go now?" I asked. I was really uncomfortable being surrounded by a bunch of boys. No, not that kind of coquettish stuff.. I just felt disgusted for some reason. 

"Sure, tell your president that he should be bolder on his approach," Leah said. 

"S—Sure…" 

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I quickly bypassed Leah and her boys and blended with the students on the corridor to make myself less noticeable. Though I could still feel Leah's eyes staring at me from behind. 

I headed straight to the Pottery club room since I had considered it as my safe space despite that rich brat's presence inside. 

The door was unlocked, but I didn't see Logan anywhere. So I texted him.

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Emmy: Where are you?

Logan: Outside, handling some stuff.

—

I got a quick reply from him, and I couldn't help but frown. Whenever he said 'stuff', I kept remembering that scene in the dark alley. 

What kind of stuff a high school boy would handle anyway? 

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Emmy: I'm in the club room. I brought that syringe with me

Logan: Ok, I'll be there soon.

—

I waited for about half an hour until that rich brat finally walked in. Surprisingly, Logan came in wearing a white tee and was sweating all over as if he had done a vigorous activity. That white tee didn't help though, it exposed the nice abs under his white tee. 

Logan slicked his wet hair back and asked, "So where's the syringe? Let me inspect it."

…

"Where were you?" I asked out of curiosity, but Logan didn't seem to take it kindly. He got so defensive against me. 

"So, we're playing houses now? What are you? A worrying wife?" Logan mocked. "Stop asking about my stuff unless I told you about it."

"Okay, okay! Geez, what an ass!" 

I was annoyed at him, but then I realized that I still needed his help, especially after I sold him out for the second time to save myself. 

I unzipped my backpack and took out the syringe with tissue. I put it on the floor for Logan to inspect.

Logan crouched while observing the syringe. His brows furrowed after he examined the needle, "This has been used by plenty of people, and the people who used it might've been really out of their mind after few injections. Look at that trace of blood. They can't aim anymore once they're too high to function."

Logan squinted and then continued his examination, "There is a residue inside the syringe… this should be methamphetamine or crystal meth," he pointed at the very small residue that wasn't noticeable unless you really took a look at it. "I think most of them are still inexperienced about this since they didn't grind the crystal meth smooth enough."

All of his examination from this syringe sounded too convincing for me to ignore. He was only sixteen and already knew way too many things. I got suspicious and squinted at him instead, "How did you know all this?" 

"I have my own experience dealing with it," Logan replied. 

"Wait, are you an addict—"

"NO," Logan replied, short and clear. "I just say that I have experience with it, but I don't use it. Stop asking me a question, or I won't help you anymore!"

"Ish, so defensive for what?" I rolled my eyes. This rich brat was really not a good person to argue against. 

Logan took a deep breath, "How did you get this? This is damning evidence that could lead to someone's arrest."

I was considering whether I should tell him that I got it from my Sunday investigation while accompanying Mason. But I couldn't trust him either.

I didn't want to involve Mason in this, and there was no way I would trust someone who could beat three people in a fistfight without getting hurt. 

"I got it lying at the corner of boxing club room during my club visit last Friday. I didn't tell you because I'm not so sure whether I should tell you about this or not."

"And now you need my help?" Logan scoffed, full of contempt. "I know that you won't come to me unless you need my help, so disingenuous."

"Isn't that our agreement since the first time? We're going to work for each other's goal! What's with your bad mood anyway? You seem to be so angry right now."

"It's none of your business!" Logan raised his voice at me. I jolted out of shock. This was the first time I heard him yelling at me. 

Logan was also as surprised as I was though, he massaged his forehead and apologized to me, "Look, I'm sorry. I just—I have a difficult problem to deal with right now. I didn't mean to yell at you like that."

…

Honestly, the more he tried to hide his problem and identity, the more curious I got. 

"It's okay if you need someone to talk about your problem. I'm always here to hear you," I used the typical sweet line used by millions of people, though my intention was to pry more on his problem. 

But Logan saw it through immediately and scoffed, "Heh, do you think I will believe you? You won't even call me unless you need me. That already shows that you're not trustworthy."

Ugh, why did he keep mentioning my disingenousness anyway? Of course, I wouldn't call him without any reason.

Logan, who was in a terrible mood, finally took a deep breath and asked, "So, what will you do next? You already have this evidence, but I doubt you can just accuse them out of the blue. That'd only kill you."

"I know. I need more time to make another plan. But at least, we already know what kind of secret that club has," I said. Then I glanced at him, a bit scared of Logan's reaction after this.

"So, that's why I need your aid again… just a tiiiny aid, okay?"