Class Villainess

"Goddamn it, I didn't expect that I'll have to involve that jerk in the end."

I went straight to the Pottery club building. I knew that Logan was there since he was preparing to make something out of clay, like a true potter he was.

I slammed the door open and called him, "Rich brat, we have a problem—"

My jaw dropped when I saw the view in front of me. I saw a strong, slightly tanned back, glistened in sweat, and defined back muscle. 

He was topless, with only an apron tied on his back. He was busy with his work that he didn't realize me slamming the door loudly. 

I walked carefully to approach him, and I called his name again, "Uh… um… rich brat."

No answer.

"Uh… Jerkface."

Still no response.

I finally yielded and called his full name, "Logan Walker, we need to talk."

Logan, busy shaping the clay, finally stopped whirling the spinning table and looked in my direction, "What? I thought I told you that I'll be busy here."

"…"

I looked away almost immediately after realizing that I could saw Logan's nipple under the apron. He was very well built, so I got hypnotized for a moment. 

Logan got up from the small chair and asked again, "Why are you here? You're supposed to that club visit or something in the Boxing club, right? Why don't you just nag those people instead."

I looked up to stare at him, but when I saw his handsome face glistening in sweat, I had to dodge his gaze. 

Honestly, men like Mason or Logan were just too dangerous for my heart, "C—Cover your body first. You're too exposed."

"Huh?" He raised his brow and then scoffed, "Are you taking a good look at my body? And you said I'm the perverted one here?"

I took a step back when he advanced a step forward, "Why are you scared? Do you—"

"—I just told them about you," I snippet his sentence before this could get any worse.

…

Logan paused for few seconds, then asked me, "You did what?"

"That… in the boxing club. The manager is a girl, and she asked me about how could we maintain this dying club. So I just told her about you and how you bought this whole club all for yourself."

"And uh… I think that got her interested, so she inquires more about you…."

…

"She said that she will agree upon my request as long as I can introduce you to her," this last bit, I subconsciously lowered my voice to almost a mumble. I didn't dare to tell him more that I just sold him out.

…

Logan took a deep breath and sat on the chair. He glared at me. This time, I could sense hostility in him.

I swallowed my saliva hardly, waiting for him to yell at me or maybe kicked me out of the club.

But it was far better than dropping the bomb when Leah came.

"Did you just sold me out on the first day?" Logan asked, pointing out the obvious. 

"W—Well, if you worded it like that. But I don't—"

"ANSWER! YES OR NO!"

I was petrified the moment he yelled at me, and this time, he didn't even have that mischievous grin.

He was legit angry.

I gulped and nodded slowly, "Yes, sorry…."

"Sorry? You just sold me out, and you only say sorry?! How shameless can you be?!" 

Well, shameless enough to ask for your forgiveness, at least.

"This is why I don't fuck with you all," Logan complained and ruffled his hair out of frustration, "What did you tell her?"

"I told her about you buying the club room, and she asked about your height and appearance."

"And what did you tell her?" He inquired more.

"I told her that you're more than six feet tall, broad shoulder, and very handsome," I told the truth to him. There was no use in hiding anything right now anyway. 

Logan paused for a moment. Somehow, I could sense that his anger reduced a little. He cleared his throat and asked, "What did you tell her again?"

"Uh… six feet tall, broad shoulder, and very handsome."

"Repeat in a louder voice. I can't quite catch it."

"Huh?" How could he not hear it? I'm literally in front of his face, "Six feet tall, broad shoulder, and very handsome!"

Logan seemed to think about something. He hummed and then said, "What a skilled bootlicker."

"Bootlicker? Who? Me?"

"Obviously," Logan shrugged. "How could you come up with that anyway?"

…

"Personal observation," I replied. 

"I see," Logan got up from the chair and walked to a table. He untied his cream-coloured apron and took it off, showing his body in front of me.

I turned around immediately. I didn't have the mood to peek at a man like a pervert, either. 

"So, you told this girl about me buying this club and my physical trait, huh?" He asked. 

"Yes," I replied, still with my back turned against him. 

"And she's interested to see me?" 

I could hear Logan's voice was getting closer to my ear.

"Yes."

Slowly, I could feel a how breath tickled my neck as Logan whispered in my ear, "Well, that's your fault for making up some shit about me to get her excited, isn't it? I bet you're really desperate to get that club visit."

"Are you searching for something in that club?"

"You're so scheming and disingenuous," Logan scoffed. "I hate that kind of woman the most."

I clenched my fist, "And I hate a rich brat like you as well, don't flatter yourself."

"I guess our hate is mutual," Logan said with a tone of mockery in his voice. "How about we strike a deal instead. I will act according to your instruction, so you can do your callous activity, but you must compensate me with something."

"What kind of compensation?" I asked, full of suspicion.

"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."

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