Class Villainess

"So, when will you have time?" 

"Wait, are you serious?" I asked. I didn't really expect Mason to be serious about this. 

"Of course!" Mason nodded enthusiastically and added, "I've saved enough money, so we can go to an expensive cake shop if that's what you want."

I frowned when he said that he had 'saved money just to go on a date. I really thought that everything should be handed in a gold spoon for someone like him, a model student, a part-time model, and a school quarterback. 

If I remember correctly, in my previous life, Mason became a self-made millionaire the moment he hit senior year because he was starring at a box office movie as the male lead. 

So I thought, he must've come from an elite family to be able to get that kind of role. 

I got curious, but I had no way to inquire more. Besides, that wasn't my main focus right now.

As someone who had seen Mason interacting with his fangirls a lot, I could notice whenever Mason was showing his perfunctory act of kindness towards everyone. 

He would show a thin smile and give gentle but short replies on anything. There was no bodily movement. He just stood still or bowed his head a bit. 

But right now, Mason was leaning towards me. He had a big smile on his face, and I could see the ruddiness on his cheek. 

Maybe it was just me who was blinded by his visual, but I sensed that Mason was genuine this time, something that was unthinkable for me in my previous life. 

I still remember that time when Mason carried me to the infirmary. I was on the verge of fainting, but I could still feel someone was carrying me. 

I could sense the one who carried me was panicking. He was carrying me in his arms, and I could feel his hands clenching me tightly, pulling me deeper into his embrace as he ran to the infirmary. 

That was the only thing I remembered, though. When I woke up, I was all alone in the infirmary. The school nurse said that Mason Hall was the one who carried me. 

Maybe…

Just maybe…

…

No, what was I thinking? Of course, everyone would panic if they were carrying an unconscious person. 

"Em? Are you there?" Mason asked. "You seem to be spacing out a lot when talking to me."

"Ah, sorry."

I shook my head, clearing all the theories and doubts I had in my mind. No matter how much doubt I had about Mason, it wouldn't change the fact that Mason Hall was standing in front of me right now, waiting for my answer. 

I took a deep breath and replied, "No."

"Eh—"

"I said no. You don't need to treat me anything. If you need to save your money just to treat me anything, then it's better for you to just keep it," I said, trying to dodge him. 

"A—Ah, please don't think much about it. I'm not that poor. I'm just thinking about treating you something special, hehe," Mason giggled lightly.

Seriously, Mason kept on acting like a jolly little boy. I knew that he smiled at everyone, but I recalled that he never giggled like this to anyone in public. 

"I still think that we don't need a date and such. It was me who borrowed it in the first place, so it's my responsibility to return your jacket in a good and clean condition."

"Besides, do you think I don't know that your fangirls will hunt me down if they found out that we went to grab an ice cream or a cake?"

"I don't want to risk myself only for simple stuff like that," I said. I chuckled lightly and added, "Maybe you should take one of them to your date instead. They looked desperate enough."

…

…

There was no answer from Mason. I got scared for a moment, thinking that I might have said too much. 

I should've filtered my sarcasm. It just came out so naturally that it was too late for me to realize. 

I gulped, the situation turned tense immediately, "S—Since there's nothing more, then I will leave."

I opened the storage door, but Mason quickly shut it again. 

He leaned on the door, preventing me from opening it and escaping. The smile on Mason's lips disappeared. He didn't glare at me, but he stared at me with an expressionless face, which he also never showed to anyone. 

"Do you think I will date one of those crazy girls?" Mason scoffed mirthlessly, "That's sickening." 

Crazy girls?!

Did Mason just called his fans crazy girls?! 

Didn't he know the impact of his words if his fangirls could hear him? His chance to be an actor in the future would be ruined! And he might also lose that School prince title. 

I was speechless, yet, Mason didn't seem to be burdened after calling his fans crazies. 

"Anyway, I really want to treat you to ice cream or a cake. I think this Saturday morning is okay, right? There is a good cake shop downtown."

"Do you want me to pick you from home? Though, I don't have a car right now. At least we can use the bus together, right?" Mason chuckled. 

…

I kept my silence, not knowing how to answer. In fact, Mason didn't even give me a space to speak right now. 

"Okay, okay, I'm just joking. Let's just meet at the cake shop. I'll share the location," Mason said. "Can I get your phone number?"

…

I wanted to refuse, but at the same time, his gaze was like a tiger eyeing his prey. He would eat me if I dared to refuse, so I instinctively gave my number. 

Mason's gentle expression returned, and he smiled at me, "Thank you, Em! I'm excited to have a date with you!" 

"I need to return to the schoolyard now. My Captain would kill me if I missed the practice too often, haha!" 

Mason left the small storage room, leaving me alone as I leaned on the door. I wouldn't lie. I was terrified when I saw his gaze changed. I knew he wasn't hostile to me at all. In fact, he was really kind, acting very gentle towards me.

But if things happened in the future, I wouldn't want to be on his bad side. 

That gaze was too dangerous.