Class Villainess

Chapter 84 – Sunday Investigation (3)

"About this president of yours… it seems that you two are close enough to do his errand," Mason commented. He kept his gaze straight, but I knew that he was full ears on me. 

I found it weird that Mason's mood soured so quickly when he mentioned the president of the pottery club. Because we weren't even close enough to talk about it. 

So I just answered lightly, "That's because he's the owner of the club after he bought it. I can't disobey him, or else, he has a full right to kick me out of the club whenever he feels like it."

"You can just come to my club if you want. I'm sure they'll let you in."

Huh? Do you mean… the American Football Club full of jocks? The club that was closely connected with the Cheer club? Do you really want me to join that kind of hell hole? I'd rather stab my back with the flower fence again. 

Of course, that was the narrative in my head. I only replied with, "I'm okay in pottery club. I'm not really good with sports."

"You don't need to do sport…." 

It seemed that Mason wanted to persuade me into joining his scary club, "I'm okay with my current, really."

"It's not because of that president, right?" He asked. 

His expression turned even uglier than before. His gaze sharpened, but he still looked straight. I had a feeling that he tried to hide his displeasure, but it was too obvious for me. 

I didn't understand what he really wanted, his questions about my club were too much, and I didn't even want to talk about it.

But one thing for sure; no way in hell I wanted to stay because of that jerk Logan and all his shady stuff. 

"I seriously have nothing with him. He doesn't even like the fact that I'm staying. But he still needs a servant to do club errands…." I sighed. "I feel like a servant than a club member, honestly."

"Did he ask you to do dangerous stuff? Perverted thing? Unscrupulous stuff? Tell me," Mason continued his barrage of questions. 

Somehow, I just got used to him, so I answered, "No, no, and also no. He just told me to keep the club room clean."

…

Mason finally zipped his mouth, but then he opened his mouth again to my annoyance, "If you want to join—"

"No," I cut his sentence, and he finally stopped talking for real this time. 

We stopped at the front gate. I took my bike and asked him before I left, "Do you use a bike or something to come?"

"I take the bus," Mason replied. He suddenly smiled meaningfully, "What's with that question? Do you expect me to have a car and personal chauffeur?" 

Yes. 

"No," I replied. "But your fangirls might think that you're some sort of young master from a wealthy family. Because your bearing is very… uh… regal, I guess…."

"Young Master? Huh…" Mason grinned at me in response. "Em, it's better for you not to ask much. I'm just a simple person. I don't have that kind of family, and my life is not that extraordinary."

"S—Sure…" I replied nervously. 

Yeah, I'm not sure about that one, dude…

You were quite shady, and I just couldn't believe that you were just a simple person. My gut feeling told me otherwise. 

I felt like… both you and Logan hid many things for me to ignore. Like seriously, can I have at least 1 unproblematic person in my life? 

All those narratives ran wild in my head, but I dared not speaking them. I just nodded and left Mason alone at the school gate. 

I turned my head for the last time and saw him staring at me with a smile on his face, but it wasn't that soft smile he gave me. 

It was a smile and a gaze that gave me a shiver down to my spine. It was a silent signal that he watched everything that I did, every step and every idea I had. 

**

I returned home and was greeted with Mom sitting with Grandma at the terrace. When she saw me, her face brightened, "Oh, there you are, my lovey-dovey girl! How's the second date? Where did you go with him?"

"To school," I replied.

"School? That's a rather unconventional dating spot…." Mom commented. "How was he?"

"Yeah, He's such a sweetheart…."

Too bad he hid so many things. I couldn't help but stay vigilant around him. 

"Ohh, what is inside that paper bag?"

A suspicious syringe, I said in my heart.

"It's a gift from him. I don't know what's inside, though…." I replied. 

"Ooohh! What a sweet boy! Bring him home someday. I can cook food for you two, maybe for dinner?" Mom offered so kindly. 

Yeah, I wouldn't let Mason come to my house and eat my Mom's cooking. I loved my Mom, but she was still a terrible cook. 

I excused myself and headed straight to my room. I washed my hand first because that syringe might have some disease in it. 

I used a tissue to take the syringe from the paper bag and put it on the floor. The trace of blood was so obvious at the tip of the needle, I wondered whose blood was that.

"Maybe this thing has been injected into so many veins. I heard they used one needle for many people…."

I wasn't an expert on this, so I used the holy Google search with keywords. 

– Drug needle. –

The Google image search showed one picture of a syringe that looked exactly like this, minus the blood. Now my suspicion was at least 50% confirmed. 

I still wanted to know more about this, but I had no experience in this. I never touched drugs in my previous life as well, so the only one I could ask right now was the one and only Logan Walker. 

I took a photo of the syringe and sent the photo to Logan, added with a caption, 

—

Emmy: Do you know what this is?

—

He replied in the following minute.

—

Logan: A syringe?

Emmy: I mean, do you know what kind of syringe is this?

—

It took at least five minutes before Logan texted me back. 

—

Logan: How did you get that? Did you touch it with your bare hands?

Emmy: Oh hell no, do you think I'm that stupid?

Logan: Yes.

Emmy: Don't worry, the hate is mutual. 

Logan: Anyway, bring it to the club tomorrow. Don't touch it with your bare hands. I can examine it.

Emmy: You can? Hah, I know you're a shady man!

Logan: Speak for yourself, you disingenuous, evil, vengeful woman!

—

I clicked my tongue and used a tissue to put the needle back into the paper bag. 

I washed my hands again, just in case. Because this was the first time I handled such a thing. It felt strange and disgusting at the same time, but I knew things were never easy.

I might have a stroke of luck with Kristen and Cerise's case because I already knew beforehand that Kristen had a big secret, and Cerise was the secret-holder.

But after that, I was all on my own in this harsh school life. 

It didn't scare, though, in fact…

It got me riled up. Taking them down one by one would be fun.