Class Villainess

Chapter 69 – Red Rose

"I'll think about it later. Remember that you have lots of debt to pay. I allow you to stay here, and I also help you to do your callous deed, remember to pay it back when I demand it."

That words from Logan rang in my head like an ominous message, as if the devil was whispering in my ears right now. I gulped and nodded. 

Logan chuckled and turned around. He didn't seem to be in the mood for more talk. So I reminded him about that important matter before leaving, "Don't forget to be polite and welcoming when that manager, Leah Carpenter, come. I really need to gather information," I said. 

"Uh-huh, whatever," Logan said while taking something out of his backpack. "Leave now," He said. 

"Then I will leave now, Logan—"

"Boss." Logan suddenly snippet.

"Huh?" 

"Call me Boss Logan from now on. We're not close enough to call each other with names, especially when I'm the one who let you in this club," Logan said. 

I was astonished by that ridiculous request. I wanted to challenge him, but then I realized that he was right. Technically, he was the owner of this club since he bought it. 

And it was his absolute rule to kick me if he found me displeasing to see. 

"Yes, Boss Logan," 

"Good," Logan said curtly. He hummed for a moment and told me to leave while he was busy searching for something.

I snorted and walked away. Who wanted to stay for too long with that guy anyway. 

I took my bike and went home.

The moment I parked my bike, I saw Grandma was sitting on her rocking chair, staring at the street while holding a red rose. 

I frowned when I saw that rose because I still remember that instance when she got a rose from a mysterious man. 

I approached her and kneeled in front of her, "Grandma, I'm home."

"Ah, Em, this is for you," Grandma handed me the flower. I stared at it, but I didn't accept it yet. 

I asked her, "Where did you get this, Grandma? Is it from that man again?"

"Yes, he came about ten minutes ago," Grandma said with a smile. "He is very handsome and looks gentle. I asked him his name, but he didn't want to tell me. He said that he will come with a ring in the future, so he can ask for your hand in marriage."

Hand in marriage?! What kind of crazy shit was that?! I wouldn't marry anyone, let alone someone creepy like that mysterious guy. 

Grandma handed me the rose again and said, "I know you don't like that kind of conservative thought of marrying young. But it is still a rose. Just accept it and move on, okay?"

No, it wasn't about marrying young. It was the fact that someone could be so brazenly mentioned marriage in front of my Grandma while he didn't even want to show his face. 

I smiled thinly and took the rose, then I helped Grandma go to her room while cooking for dinner. 

Mom said she would return a bit late, so I just took Grandma's and my share and left the rest in the freezer. 

I returned to my room, throwing the backpack on the ground and slumped on the bed. 

The red rose was still in my hand. I observed it, wondering if it was just a regular red rose. 

But when I tried smelling it, I sensed something wrong. It wasn't the smell of a regular red rose. It had been perfumed with a specific scent.

"What is this smell…." I pondered. 

I tried smelling it again, it was a familiar perfume that I smelled once, but I didn't know where. 

…

After smelling it for few more times, I got frustrated and threw the rose on the ground. 

I had enough shit to do in school. I didn't have time to play this kind of game with a creep. 

I stared at the ceiling. I still remember my previous life. I liked Mason Hall, just like the majority of girls in my high school. But I didn't have the money to join his Fanclub. Besides, I knew I'd be ridiculed. They knew that I was in love with Mason.

I mean, who wouldn't love him? He had dreamy eyes, was very handsome, very smart and athletic. I bet he was the valedictorian in the previous life, though I couldn't see it since I died before that happened…

Because I died before my graduation. 

I gritted my teeth. This vengeful soul in me wouldn't rest until I got my revenge. 

That being said, talking about a boyfriend, I had one in my sophomore year. 

But it only lasted a month because it wasn't real, to begin with.

His name was Kyle, and he was a jock from American Football Club. He suddenly approached me one day and asked if I was free on the weekend. 

And it only took him two days to confess and got my heart. I knew I was so easy because I was desperate. 

He still pretended to like me, though he didn't even want to touch my hand. But I thought he just didn't want to get mocked by his friends to date someone like me. 

Who would've thought that everything was fake? I was actually a bet placed by his group of friends. If Kyle was able to date me for one month, then he could get a thousand bucks. 

My heart broke at that very moment, but it was expected, right? Who would date that Miss Piggy anyway? I was just a nice bet for their entertainment. That was why I wouldn't believe anyone anymore, I didn't want to believe in love. 

I hadn't seen him in the American Football Club, but one thing for sure, he was on my list. 

I kept staring blankly at the ceiling until I heard a notification from my phone. 

Ding!

I picked the phone from my jacket and then saw a text from an unknown number. 

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xx: Do you like the red rose? 

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