Class Villainess

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Pottery Club President: Emmelyn! There is great news! This is such lifesaving news for our club! 

Emmy: Oh, what is it, President?

Pottery Club President: It's about our Club disbandment! The school board suddenly announced a revision for their previous decision! The Pottery Club will not disband!

Emmy: What?! Really? That's great!

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Oh, come on, of course, I knew the reason. It was that rich brat who could just solve all problems with his money. It was like a real-life cheat code, honestly. 

Though, I still had no information about Logan except for his full name, Logan Walker. 

I thought I could just google his name and find his family. Maybe his dad was a banker, or his mom might be a famous politician. 

But I found zero, unlike Ashley or Leah, whose fathers had clear family business records on the internet. I found no lead about Logan's origin on the internet.

My suspicion rose, I started theory-crafting in my head. He was definitely from a wealthy family for a boy around his age to have that kind of money to literally buy a club room. 

My latest theory about him… maybe he was the son of an underground mafia boss. His business involved drug trade and human trafficking. 

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Okay, Em, too much Wattpad. 

I continued texting the President,

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Emmy: How could it happen, though? I remember that we don't have enough members to maintain it…

Pottery Club president: Ah, do you know Logan? Logan Walker, the only club member besides you. He BOUGHT the club room! 

Pottery Club president: I can't even imagine how could he just casually bought a club room like that. He's so low-key, but he's actually filthy rich! OMG, I might've found someone as dreamy as Mason Hall!

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I clicked my tongue. I didn't like that the President was fawning over that guy. He was arrogant, bratty, and a big pervert. 

Mason was definitely better. At least he didn't tell me to strip in front of him. 

  …

Okay, I shouldn't think about that guy either. Both of them were the same. They brought me trouble. 

I had no time to play with boys when I had an important thing to do, get approval from the current president to get a recommendation letter to visit the Boxing club.

The current President was still active for about a week before we had to pick the new President, and there was no way in hell I would ask that from Logan.

I sensed that guy would make me do some of his ridiculous biddings if I requested something again.

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Emmy: President, are you in the club right now? I heard that you need a recommendation letter from the President to do a club visit.

Pottery Club President: Oh, you're planning to do a club visit already? That's so early!

Emmy: I just think that we need to see what makes a club solid in the first place to prepare following year members. I've checked few clubs, and I found that the boxing club is really solid. 

Emmy: President, can I get your recommendation letter to visit the boxing club?

Pottery Club President: Wow, Emmelyn, your dedication to the club is astounding! I will write the recommendation letter immediately! Come and meet me in the club building after class!

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Sure. 

I rolled my eyes when reading her text. I truly had no interest in pottery. But at least my talk could fool her for that letter. 

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I waited until the last class was over and headed straight to the Club building, passing the schoolyard as usual. Surprisingly, I didn't find the trace of Mason in the yard today. 

Oh well, that was good. I didn't need to sneak like a criminal while he was around, afraid that he might recognize me and his fangirls would persecute me.

I breezed through the open corridor leading to the Club building, but when I passed the same small storage room as usual, but the storage room suddenly opened from inside, and a strong hand pulled grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.

"WHA!"

Slam!

I was about to struggle and scream out of fear and shock. But when I saw the one who pulled me in, I paused. 

"Mason?"

"Aha—I'm sorry, did I startle you?"

Of course, you did, idiot. You literally pulled me out of the blue. I almost screamed. 

"What are you doing here? And why did you pull me?" I asked with scrutinizing gaze. I thought my business with him was done already, but I didn't expect him to still remember me, a random girl in this big school.

Mason scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Uhh… I just want to talk with you a bit. I can't seem to find the right time."

"Sorry that I have to pull you here. I can't find the right moment to meet you without getting noticed by those girls…."

"You know, I've waited almost every morning so I can meet you like before, but it seems that you just stopped coming to school early after Kristen Suite got arrested. I wonder why?"

My body stiffened when Mason mentioned Kristen Suite. He was sharp enough to link Kristen's arrest with me coming to school early a few times. 

I didn't want to rouse more suspicion, so I shifted the topic immediately, "So, what do you want from me? I don't think I have anything to do with you."

"Eh? You forget about it already?" Mason pouted cutely. I could see his dreamy blue eyes turned into beautiful puppy eyes that melted my heart.

I gulped and looked away to avoid getting a heart attack. Seriously, I wouldn't lie that Mason's visual was really my type.

Mason looked cutely upset as he mentioned, "I've been trying to talk to you because I want to take you on a date."

"Remember? I told you that I'd treat you to an ice cream parlour or a cake shop. It's my token of gratitude because you've washed my jacket," Mason said. 

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Ah, I completely forgot about that, not that I even thought about it seriously in the first place. 

It was too outrageous for me to have a date with Mason Hall, the school prince.

"So, when will you have time?" 

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Author note: I will start posting two chapters daily release starting from October. Thank you everyone ^^

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