Class Villainess

Chapter 122 - Important Person In My Life (Mason Ver.)



Chapter 122 – Important Person In My Life (Mason Ver.)

Logan walked away from me, leaving me alone here, still processing what just happened.

I was standing silly for a good while until I recovered. I didn't have anything in mind except for one thing… 

"He doesn't plan to be my partner in crime forever? Why? Am I incompetent?"

That thought suddenly plagued and carried as I left the pottery club room. I was actually planning on a full-blown long-term partnership with Logan Walker. 

Despite his mysterious background, he was a lot more competent than I expected when I first met him. I thought he was just a rich brat with a handsome face and good body. 

But now he said he didn't want to be my partner in crime for a long time? Why?

I was walking in the corridor in a daze until I stumbled upon the scene of Mason getting chased by his ever-growing fangirls and fanboys. The moment he saw me from afar, he charged straight up towards me, making me shocked.

"W—Wha—" 

It was too late for me to react when Mason suddenly grabbed me by my was it and carried me like a sandbag on his shoulder. 

Whoosh!

"M—Mason, put me down!" I struggled, but Mason continued running away, making a big distance between him and his fangirls. 

We stopped after we hid behind the Boxing club room because nobody dared to go come here. 

Mason was trying to regulate his breath after that dash, still with me on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hall. I think you accidentally brought someone in the corridor," I said sarcastically. 

"Oh—Ah! I'm so sorry!" Mason finally put me down gently, "Did you get hurt?"

"No, but why did you suddenly pick me up and dashed like that?"

"Uh… it's just an instinct, I guess," Mason said. He looked guilty. 

"Instinct?" 

"Y—Yeah, you see, I was running away from those obsessed girls. I thought they might target you instead if I ran to your direction, so I picked you up out of instinct and brought you here to hide," Mason explained awkwardly. 

"I—I'm sorry if it doesn't sound logical. I did it out of instinct…." 

I sighed and patted his shoulder, "It's okay, Mason. I was just shocked. So you're here to hide from your fans, huh? I guess you got so popular nowadays, Mr. Quarterback."

I said that only to tease him slightly, but who would've expected that Mason reacted hostilely. As if what I just said was incredibly offensive. 

Mason's gaze darkened, and he said, "Em, I told you that I don't like them, right? In fact, I really hate their existence to the point that I want them to disappear."

"I've never been the one who likes attention from them in the first place," Mason said. From his voice and expression, I concluded what he uttered just now was all truth. 

The disgust and the contempt were so obvious. It was something that I had to get used to the more I knew about Mason.

He still had that princely appearance, aura, and expression. But the more I knew him, the more I knew that Mason disliked anyone who tried to get close to him.

At some point, Mason and I were actually quite similar. We were loners who disliked interacting with people, but the difference was that nobody really wanted to approach me in the first place. 

Mason's princely aura made him a chick magnet. No matter how much he tried to hide or act humble, everyone would naturally gravitate towards him.

If this was a web novel or something, I guessed he could be the male lead character. Because his aura was simply so bright.

"Okay, okay, Mason. I'm sorry for mentioning that. I'm just trying to compliment you."

The fangirls lost their tracks on us as I could hear their frustrated yell, calling Mason's name like obsessed fangirls chasing the life out of their idol. 

After things calmed down, Mason sighed in relief and then looked at the police lines surrounding the boxing club room, even the outside, because apparently, they found a lot of drugs outside of the window as well. 

"I still can't believe the whole boxing club members got rehabilitated and expelled out of school," Mason commented innocently. "That Leah Carpenter is really malicious. Apparently, they found out that she had been keeping a lot of drugs in her house and in the club!"

"Y—Yeah, that's so crazy…." I mumbled. Honestly, I was still scared that someone might know about what I did with Logan to take Leah down. 

It was cruel but necessary to complete the mission.

"But you see, I feel like it doesn't make sense," Mason hummed as he walked around the crime scene, making me nervous that he might find something. 

"W—What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm just wondering. I heard from the rumor that Leah Carpenter has high-quality crystal meth in a big batch, enough to give someone a death sentence. She was saved because of her Daddy's connection, and she was also underaged."

"I feel like, even for someone like Leah Carpenter and all her money, she wouldn't be able to get that much high-quality crystal meth in a big batch, knowing how expensive they are."

"How… how did you know that they were expensive, Mason?"

"Hm? What's with your surprised face, Em. Of course, it's common sense, right? High-quality stuff means it's expensive, and we all know that drugs are really expensive in the first place," Mason replied lightly. 

"Why are you asking, Em?" He tilted his head innocently at me, making me too nervous to tell him the truth. 

"I heard Leah's father is rich. Maybe she has enough money to pay it."

"That's impossible. Her dad would definitely question her purchase. Besides, she can be a drug addict for so long without his father knowing, it's either child neglect or Leah Carpenter just successfully obtained and consumed these drugs, even sharing it," Mason deduced. "I feel like both are wrong. There is another theory."

Oh Lord, please stop! Just stop! You're making me sweat bullets! 

I protested in my heart, afraid that his small investigation might lead to the truth.

"Honestly, it sounds a bit crazy, but it's definitely possible," Mason uttered his deduction and suddenly said, "I think the evidence has been planted by someone else to frame Leah Carpenter."

I froze on the spot after hearing his extremely accurate deduction. 

"The amount of high-quality crystal meth lying around, and evening being thrown outside of the window and to the trashcan," Mason said. "It's very weird for them to save and stock that much. Knowing they are addicts, they wouldn't be able to control themselves, right? They'll use all those high-quality crystal meths for their own recreational activity from long ago."

"So my deduction is… Leah Carpenter is still guilty for the crime she committed, but I don't think she's the one who owned those high-quality crystal meths. She must've been framed by someone else, maybe as an act of revenge."

"How about it, Em? Do you share the same opinion as me?"

Honestly, I was just too mesmerized and astonished at the same time after knowing how smart Mason was. 

Thus, I nodded low, afraid that he might've found out about me.

"D—Do you still have something to say? I'll leave now. I think your crazy fangirls must've left already," I turned around and then tried to walk away.

But the moment I tried to walk away, Mason suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, "You should stay with me for a moment. I want to invite you to attend something."

"Huh? An invitation?"

Mason looked embarrassed, and then he took out something from his small backpack and handed it to me.

It was a small invitation to attend an American Football match for free, and I could see the name of my school American Football Club as one of the parties joining the match.

"You… you're going to a match as a quarterback?"

"Y—Yeah, this is my first match as a quarterback too. I can't ask my parents to come and see me, of course. But I still want someone to look at me when I'm in the match. That's why I want you to come."

It took a moment for me to process what just happened. Mason Hall wanted me to attend a match to support him?!

"W—What a second, why would you want me to be your supporter?! Don't you have someone else?" I protested. 

I wasn't being unsupportive, but I had never been in that kind of match before, and I thought we weren't close enough for me to be the one he invited!

Mason shook his head pitifully, "Well, you know that I'm not a social butterfly in real life…."

Mason stared at me with his dreamy blue eyes. He didn't say anything, but that begging eyes spoke thousands of unsaid words. 

I sighed, "Fine, I'll come. But I want to ask something…."

"Oh! Do ask out!"

"Why do you act so familiar with me like this, Mason? We barely know each other, right?"

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