Class Villainess

Chapter 115 – Leah Carpenter Finale: Raiding The Drug Queen Of Darthmorth (3)

After seeing the second video, I was convinced that my fight with Leah was yet to be done.

Leah was a lot more influential than someone like Kristen. She had powerful backing, as strong as Jessica and Ashley. And with few sweet talk, acting spoiled to her Daddy, her Daddy would summon a powerful lawyer and get her out without much problem. 

Then there was no point in me doing this if Leah could just get a free out-of-jail card from her Dad. 

I texted Logan to find an answer,

—

Emmy: She seems to be so confident that she's clean from drugs.

Logan: She is probably clean from drugs now. Leah is not an idiot like her goons. She rarely consumes it, and she seems to also know the correct dose, so those things will get flushed out of her body after a few days. The test might show a low value of drugs inside her body.

Logan: She knows her shit. 

Emmy: Damn…

Emmy: There is no way her Daddy would let her get arrested, especially since he could just hire some prolific attorney to get her out easy.

—

After I sent the text, Logan called me so suddenly. 

I searched for a quiet place so I wouldn't get discovered and decided to hide behind a tree while calling Logan. 

—Phone Call—

"Where are you right now?" Logan suddenly asked.

"Huh? I'm uh… I'm hiding behind a tree near the club building. What can I do for you?" I volunteered to take part in this. "Based on the possibility, it's so obvious that Leah could slip away easily, and I don't want that. She might start hunting us, especially you. I bet she was suspicious of you now, Logan."

Logan suddenly chuckled lightly, as if he had just heard a funny joke, "What's so funny?" I confronted him. I didn't find the situation funny at all. It was actually nerve-wracking, knowing something terrible might happen to Logan.

I was quite safe, to be honest. Since I put Logan as my front man, facing her directly, he was the one who got exposed to the danger more.

And I wouldn't lie that I got worried if something terrible happened to Logan when he was doing my errand… I didn't know if I could forgive myself. 

"So you're worried that Leah might do something to me?" Logan asked. 

"Duh! She's not just some random high school girl!" 

"Ahahahah!" Logan laughed even harder. I wanted to slap the shit out of this guy for his audacity to laugh during tough times like this. He literally didn't even know how much danger he was facing right now.

"Don't worry, Em. I'm not that weak. I can handle her threat myself… if that actually happens," Logan said. "But this is where your plan of planting false evidence would be our trump card."

"Trump card?"

"You idiot, you just planned and executed something so ingenious without even realizing it? I don't know if you're a genius or lucky fool!" Logan scolded. "I already told the police to fully search in her house to find evidence, and also the Boxing club, since she was the manager there."

"So I will need your help here," Logan said. 

"What help? I'm ready," I accepted eagerly. I didn't want to be the sitting duck here. This was still my personal feud with Leah. I wanted to participate in her downfall. 

This was my revenge, after all. 

"Okay, so the police will come to school soon to search for more evidence of Leah's involvement in drugs. The target is the Boxing club building."

"I'm afraid that Leah might've texted her goons in the Boxing club to clean the entire club room, so they wouldn't get caught. Because Leah manages the Boxing club, so there is no way she doesn't know the stuff happening inside her own club."

"I want you to distract them and plant more evidence to secure our victory," Logan instructed.

"Hm… I don't think directly going up and close to those boys is possible. I can't enter their club because I don't have the key anymore, remember?" I said. 

I quickly thought of a better way and then muttered, "Maybe I can just plant some more evidence in the trash can near their club? And maybe outside near the window, so it will look like they're throwing all of the evidence in a hurry, thinking they wouldn't get caught as long as they got rid of the drugs inside their club room. It is also a safe move for me because I don't need to literally get inside that dangerous club just to plant evidence again."

"Logan, I think the police will automatically search for the surroundings as well, including the trash can, don't you agree?"

…

"Wow, you know more than I expected," Logan praised me. "That's a good plan. I've been thinking of a safer way for you as well. Go to our club room. I didn't lock it since the last time I went there. I saved a few of those crystal meths inside a blue ceramic vase. I put it there just in case we need it. There is also a pair of gloves there."

"Got it, I'll wait until the next class starts, so I can go there and plant evidence in the trashcan and outside of the Boxing club's room window," I agreed upon his plan. This was the least I could do rather than being idle. 

"Remember, be careful, don't get caught, and stay vigilant," Logan warned me. Before he hung up, I interrupted him first. 

"Wait, I want to ask something!"

"What?"

"About your mission in Leah's secret base… why don't you ask me to go with you? I'm tougher than I look," I asked. 

"It's nothing about that. I know you're not like the other girls, and this one is legit," Logan sighed deeply before continuing, "But this place is dangerous. The situation might get out of hand. Who knew Leah might've set me up. If I'm the one who gets caught, I can fight by myself. But if you're here as well…."

"I don't want something bad to happen to you, Emmelyn Jones. That's why I go alone," Logan replied sincerely.

Ba-Dump!

My heartbeat skipped a bit after he said that. I wouldn't lie that he sounded so cool just now. Turned out, even someone devious like Logan Walker could say something so sweet.

"Aww, you're now caring for my safety as well?" I turned his usual words against him as a little tease, but he replied defensively. 

"D—Don't think too far, though. I just don't want you here because you'll be a burden! I can fight on my own, but you'll probably cry and beg me to save you! I don't have time to save your weak ass!" Logan suddenly yelled at me, completely erasing all the sweet stuff he had said before.

I rolled my eyes out of annoyance. Of course, he was still the devious Logan Walker. What did I expect anyway? 

I was also embarrassed because my cheeks felt hot after he showed a bit of care to me. So I countered him as well,

"D—Don't think too highly of yourself! Who wants your care anyway? I can handle stuff on my own! You devious man!"

—Phone call end—

I hung up the call and sighed. Truly, I wanted to have at least one normal conversation with Logan, but then again, this was Logan we were talking about. He always had something bad to say to me. 

Still, he was my benefactor. I didn't think I could do anything against Leah without his help… and Mason's help. 

Mason might've not realized it, but he was the trigger, the key for me to discover the secret behind that boxing club room. 

"Well… both of them played big roles in this one. I guess… I'll try to be less dependent next time. Having someone to help me was awesome, but I couldn't help to feel less satisfied with my revenge, and I also felt indebted to Mason and Logan right now. 

I waited until the school bell rang. The students stopped their lunch break and returned to the class. But I waited behind the tree until almost all students had left the club building, leaving it empty until the school hours ended. 

I sneaked my way to the corridor. My eyes continued searching left, and right just in case I saw the security guard or school janitor.

But the club building was empty, to my relief. 

I breezed in the corridor, thinking it was all safe until I heard a familiar voice call me from one spot. A man called me softly while standing at the door of one club, American Football Club. 

"Ah, Em? Why are you here?" Mason Hall called me and walked towards me.. I froze on the spot as I could feel his strong body standing behind me. "Does that club president of yours give you another useless errand?"