Class Villainess

Chapter 189 – Bait (4)

I returned to class after the lunch recess ended and had no intention of returning to the club because I didn't need to find Elise after the class ended. We had agreed not to meet in public, especially at school when Natasha or Barbara might find us talking together. It was better to reduce the potential risk of mission failure from the very start.

Much to my annoyance, I was in the same class with Chrissy Miles again. Because she had been eyeing me, yet again. As if she had set her eyes on me the moment she saw me talking with Mason Hall.

And she was just one of Mason's fans. Now imagine if you were getting hounded by literal dozes, even more than a hundred girls who all went crazy because of Mason Hall.

Mason deserved the fame, of course. He was absolutely talented as an actor. But the consequence was dangerous for him and anyone close with him. So I also understood how he said that he liked me, but he couldn't confess to me properly and asked me for a date because of the risk that would come if we dated for real. 

Now it made me wonder whether Mason also had this problem in my previous life.

What if… he actually had someone else he liked in the previous life but could not confess because he didn't want to put the girl a risk, knowing how rabid his fans were. 

But if he did fall in love with a girl in my previous life, he should've been able to date her after high school, right? Maybe he could confess after graduation.

But I wondered why he would fall in love with me in this life, not that girl x.

…

The more I think about Mason Hall, the more curious I get. I decided to just ward off the thought and focus on the class instead. 

After the class ended, Chrissy suddenly grabbed my wrist, yet again. I rolled my eyes as I got annoyed, but maybe this bitch really had something important to say.

"What?" I asked her.

"I saw you with Mason Hall again. You seriously have guts, Emmelyn Jones," Chrissy said. She tried to glare at me, but it didn't work when you were a head shorter than me. "Do you not realize that you're messing with Jessica Lambert? You will die!"

"Uh-huh, are you going to summon Jessica again and ridicule yourself in front of her like before?" I chuckled when I remembered how Jessica looked so angry when I turned the narration to frame Chrissy instead.

But for some strange reason, this bitch could still hang out with Jessica and Ashley. I didn't know how she could do it. Maybe she was kissing their boots every day like a dog. 

"You think I don't know? I saw you talking with him behind a club building once! I even got a picture!" 

My eyes widened instantly. Now I actually felt threatened that Chrissy might have the picture of Mason kissing my cheek before. That picture would be a huge scandal that might kill me in only a few weeks. The cause of death would be killed by the crazy fangirl of a school idol.

But I didn't want to panic in front of Chrissy, despite my heart starting beating at an uncontrollable pace right now. I needed to stay calm and collected.

I raised my brow and grinned with provocation, "Really? Show me what kind of proof do you have then. I'm pretty sure I have never met with Mason Hall, and all of your made-up ideas will only kill you in the near future."

"Hah! Do you think I'm scared of your threat?! I'm telling you, Emmelyn Jones. You have been caught red-handed trying to get into Mason Hall's pants! I will share the picture with Mason's fan club, and you will be witch-hunted!"

"Oh, come on, stop with your useless babbling and just show me the picture already. You're wasting my time," I said, trying to provoke her even more so she would show me the picture she had been trying to use to threaten my ass. 

Chrissy seemed to be provoked enough that she finally reached into her pocket and took out her phone. She searched through her gallery and showed me the picture she was talking about. 

And I was completely speechless.

No, not because I had been caught red-handed for talking with Mason or whatsoever. But because the picture she thought would be hard evidence of me flirting with Mason was just… stupid.

It was a picture of Mason talking with a girl who leaned on the wall. The girl had long dark hair, but since the picture's angle was from the back of the girl, there was no face shown in the pic. 

Only a girl with long dark hair and god knows how many girls with long dark hair are in this school. If she tried to accuse me, that meant she also accused every girl with long dark hair in school, and Chrissy would be a laughing stock for the rest of the Mason fangirls fan club. Because there were so many girls who tried to approach Mason when he was alone, Mason always rejected them all.

This picture could easily be Mason talking to one of the girls that tried to woo him to no avail. It was just simply stupid. 

Though, I was glad that Chrissy didn't have real evidence. And this picture was taken yesterday, which was good because I didn't want the scene of Mason gently pecking my cheek to go viral in school. 

I thought for a moment and decided to just play along and acted terrified to play with Chrissy. 

"C—Chrissy, how did you get that picture?" I asked while acting like I lost my footing and fell to the chair again. 

Chrissy looked so satisfied seeing me looking scared, "Why? Of course, because I know Mason's schedule!" 

Hehe, of course, she started speaking some of her secrets so easily. That was Chrissy Miles for you. Give her at least an ounce of power. She started abusing it, which happened in my previous life when she became Jessica's underling. She started witch-hunting any girl who talked with Mason, past or present. Yet, she said that she did it in the name of her loyalty to Jessica since Jessica was the one who openly said that she liked Mason Hall. 

Little did Jessica Lambert know, Chrissy was just as crazy as she was. 

I continued acting to see how far I could take this, "P—Please, just don't tell anyone, okay? Mason and I seriously have nothing between us. It's just him and me being friends because we often bumped into each other. Please, Chrissy—I—I mean, Miss Chrissy, please don't tell anyone. I'm so scared!" 

I even went extra by looking up to her and begged with my pitiful voice, and sparkling eyes pooled with tears. 

As expected, Chrissy looked sadistic and arrogant simultaneously, as if she had power over me. 

"Remember, stop talking with Mason Hall, or I will share this picture with everyone! You will die if I share this!" Chrissy threatened me, and I almost laughed. 

"Y—Yes, please don't send it to anyone."

Chrissy Miles finally left me, and I was alone in the classroom. 

"Pfft! Ahahahaha! So stupid!" I laughed freely after making sure there was nobody around me and the corridor. Chrissy Miles was seriously delusional if she thought she could threaten me with that picture. 

But now that she thought she had control over me, that meant she wouldn't bother me for the next few months. I think I must've been scared out of my wits to talk with Mason or any boy. 

"At least there will be no more pesky side character until I have enough free time to throw her under a bridge or something," I said as I walked out and returned to my home.

While I was on my way, I kept thinking about the plant that I whispered to Elise before leaving the Pottery club room. It was a genius idea, I wouldn't lie, but that kind of idea was very risky.

I needed to make sure that I had set up the person, so there wouldn't be a chance of failure in this mission. Barbie was one of my most wanted targets. I wanted her to taste her own medicine later on.

I returned to the house and helped Grandma. After I was done with everything, I returned to my room, I had an idea of what to do, but I still had to brace myself for this. Because this might be one of my most courageous yet embarrassing thing to do because this mission to bait Natasha and Barbara… involved Mason Hall, the school Idol.

Thus, I took out my phone and started texting Mason Hall.

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Emmy: Good evening, Mason. Can I talk to you for a second?

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