Class Villainess

Chapter 116 – Leah Carpenter Finale: Raiding The Drug Queen Of Darthmorth (4)

"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?"

I held my breath out of nervousness. He was standing behind me, and I could sense that he was displeased. Probably because I was doing another 'errand' from the club president. 

I turned around and faced the smiling Mason, "M—Mason, why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Of course, because I'm the new quarterback of the American Football Club. I'll be the new captain next year, so I have to do many things outside the class," Mason replied. He leaned because he was taller than me until his back bent, and we were at the same eye level.

"What about you, Em? You know the class already starts in the school building. Why are you here?" Mason asked again. 

Somehow, his smile was a lot more terrifying than the regular perfunctory smile he showed to his fans. 

This was the smile of someone who could rip your face while still having a smile on his face.

Though, I still sensed no hostility towards me. But maybe if Logan was here, Mason would want to rip Logan's face instead.

"T—There is something I need to do in my club," I lied. Afraid that Mason might inquire, even more, I took a step back slowly, "I—I have to go now, so I'm not too late for the class after this, see you later—AH!"

I turned around and walked away because I had to finish this mission before anyone from the Boxing club or police came here. 

But Mason didn't let me. He suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his embrace.

This was the first time for me to ever get this close with Mason. There was no barrier between us, just the shirt, and my chest was pressing against him. 

I looked up to stare at his dreamy but deep blue eyes. He didn't react much except give me a sincere smile. It was a bit strange that he didn't even flinch when our body got this close, and he did this so naturally as if he had embraced me often before. 

"You seem to be in a rush. Is there something I can help with? I don't think this is related to your club, right? A simple errand can be done later," Mason said. 

"I—It's nothing important, Mason. Please let me go before someone else saw us," I struggled lightly to get away from his embrace to no avail.

"Oh, don't worry, there is nobody at this hour except us," Mason chuckled. "Besides, if there is someone who dares to say something about you, I'll make sure they'll regret everything in his life."

Ba-Dump!

I silently stared at Mason's deep blue eyes and sensed that something wasn't right. I didn't think Mason Hall could ever say something so scary like that.

He sounded like someone who had a lot of secrets, and it was a life-threatening one.

But before I could process what was happening, I heard the footstep of someone coming from the main door of the club building.

I started struggling wildly, afraid to get caught in this position, "M—Mason, Mason! Release me! I need to go now before the time runs out!" 

Mason frowned and was fairly surprised after he heard that I was in a rush. 

"Oh, so you're in a rush? It's just the security guard. Why are you acting so panicked, Em?" 

I got even more worried since the security guard would usually patrol around to find students trying to skip the class by going to the club. 

This was bad, really bad. I didn't know when then the police would come either. If I couldn't execute this mission successfully, Leah might not get a heavy sentence because what could pull her down was the conviction that she was ruining the poor youth in the Boxing club as the manager and the drug dealer. 

"M—Mason, I seriously have no more time. Please don't hold me like this, or I might fail!" I begged with Mason. I didn't know if he realized what I wanted to do the whole time because his face eased after I admitted that I had a mission. 

"You could just say it to me. I can always help, Em," Mason finally released me from his embrace. He stared at me with a grin on his face. "Let me help you, okay? I'll hold that security guard until you're finished with whatever you're doing."

Somehow, this reminded me of what he was doing before. He helped me hold the security guard so I could stick as much chat history as possible to take down Kristen Suite. 

I still couldn't trust Mason because of our history in my previous life. I didn't want to involve someone other than Logan and me with this dangerous mission, and I wasn't sure if he'd believe what I did. 

"T—Thank you, Mason," I said as I rushed to the pottery club room.

"You can always pay me with your cookies," Mason said with a chuckle, and I finally lost him and the security guard.

I went directly to the Pottery club room and took everything I needed from Logan's instructions on the phone before. 

I wore the gloves and then picked the small box of crystal meth hidden inside the ceramic vase. 

It was conveniently packed in many small plastic bags as well, "Heh, that guy really knows how to do stuff. He even prepares this," I commented.

I checked the corridor before I went out from the Pottery Club room to the Boxing Club. 

The door was locked, of course, and when I peeked from the window outside, I could see some of my false evidence had been rubbed off. But it seemed the ones I carefully hid hadn't been touched.

Meaning nobody has noticed it yet. 

I still had to do this, though, just to give more realism to the scene.

I checked the trashcan near the Boxing club room door, and after realizing that it was empty, I checked the one from the Tennis club room directly facing it.

"Okay, this one has trash in it."

I switched their trashcan before putting a few plastic bags of meth inside. I did this to make it less suspicious to the police. If the trash is filled, that means it looks like there was some activity in the Boxing club room before, making sure it looked natural enough.

Then I went out from the backdoor. I throw the rest of the crystal meth near the Boxing club room window. I also opened some of the plastic to create an even more realistic image of someone who had been using it before. 

After everything had been set, I took a picture of the scattered meth and sent it to Logan. 

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Emmy: Picture sent. 

Logan: Oh, nice, the big batch of crystal meth inside Leah's house is the same in the boxing club room. 

Logan: I'm sure the police can connect the dot easily. They'll use this to accuse Leah Carpenter because there's no way someone who is 'innocent' carries that big amount of crystal meth inside her house.

Logan: And those in the Boxing Club room will definitely lead to a mass drug test for everyone inside the Boxing Club. I'm pretty sure you know there is no way out with Leah now.

Emmy: Yes, I'm also assured that her dad cannot save her right now. Because if the police know that Leah is the one who supplied those in the Boxing club.

Logan: Correct, there is no way out for the drug dealers.

Logan: Especially with that amount of crystal meth enough to carry someone to a death sentence. 

Logan: Though, I don't think they'll kill a juvenile. At least she will rot in jail for a few decades. 

Emmy: Perfect.

Logan: Whoa, so malicious. Oh well, just return to class now, or hide in the Pottery club room. I got informed that the police would check the boxing club room in about thirty minutes. They're arriving.

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I didn't think there was any point in me going to class when I would be punished. I might as well wait in the Pottery club room for the police to come and inspect the Boxing Club room. 

I returned to the Pottery Club room and waited until there was a footstep from afar. I peeked at the corridor and saw at least five adult men wearing police uniforms walking in the corridor. In front of them, the school principal was holding the key ring. 

"Sir, you should trust me. There is no such thing as drugs in this school. There might be few delinquents, but those who got caught using drugs will get punished severely!" The school principal said. 

The police, who seemed to be the leader, shook his head, "Let us inspect the club first, and then we can decide."