Class Villainess

I was about to make an order until I saw a silhouette of a girl at the edge of my eyes. I turned my head instinctively and saw the worst thing that could happen. 

"M—Mason, you should order first. I have to go to the bathroom."

I got up from the seat, and Mason looked confused, "Do you want me to order you anything first? So you don't need to wait—"

"N—No, don't order me anything. Just sit here, and I'll return," I said. 

Yeah, that last word was a lie. There was no way I would return here. Because when I glanced outside, I saw that girl and her Mom was about to enter the diner. 

I dashed to the bathroom, afraid that girl would've noticed me first. 

No, I wasn't afraid of her as a person, but I was worried that she'd spread a rumour about Mason and me in the school since she was a known backstabber and gossiper in school. She was the bitch Chrissy Miles. 

She was infamous in my previous life, though that stuff happened when we were in sophomore year. For now, she was just a bootlicker who approached anyone popular enough and latched on them. 

I peeked from behind the wall as I saw Chrissy came in with her Mom. Then her eyes darted at the only customer inside the diner. The incredibly handsome boy who was also the idol in our school.

Chrissy gasped, "MASON!"

I glanced at Mason, who dropped his menu instantly. He was petrified when he saw Chrissy. I guessed he already knew that Chrissy was obsessed with him because I saw him flinching when Chrissy rushed to our seat and sat on my spot before. 

"Oh my god! Mason! What brings you to this cheap diner? I don't think I've ever seen you eating in a shabby diner like this."

"H—Huh…" Mason replied reluctantly. I saw him taking his phone and text under the table, then my phone vibrated. 

I checked the text sent by him, 

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Mason: Em, where are you?

Em: Toilet.

Mason: Don't come out of the toilet. There is a pest here. 

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Oh fuck, I covered my mouth as I almost laughed when he called Chrissy a pest. However, I understood that Chrissy might be the most extreme stalker Mason had in a school other than Jessica. 

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Em: Okay.

—

I heard Chrissy started chattering about everything else, "What do you think about my dress today? Isn't it cute?" She covered her cleavage with her hands and acted innocent, "Oops, sorry, it must be quite a sight, hihi~."

Ew. 

Ewwwww. 

What the fuck!

I checked Chrissy's Mom, who sat at another table, and she seemed unbothered with it.

"Why are you here?" Mason asked uninterestedly. I noticed his shoes started tapping the floor restlessly, signifying that he wanted to get out as soon as possible. 

"Me? I came here to accompany my Mom for lunch. But don't misunderstand, though, we're not poor! My Mom said this cheap diner is the best in town, and I'm just thinking about trying out some cheap diner for the experience!"

Ugh, Chrissy, I knew that you were also interested in that promo board outside. Because our family almost had a similar financial situation right now. I just refused to bootlick on people like Ashley or Jessica. 

It seemed that Mason really wanted to leave, but Chrissy wouldn't let him. She kept chattering, saying unimportant stuff just for the sake of keeping Mason with her.

"I have to go," Mason said. He got up, but Chrissy immediately clung to his arm. "Eh, where are you going? You haven't even ordered anything. Do you have a date with another girl today?" 

Mason paused, then his eyes scanned around the diner and noticed me hiding behind a wall. I shook my head instantly and making X sign with my arm. I really couldn't afford to get discovered by Chrissy right now.

She would literally broadcast it on the school, and Jessica would target me instantly. 

I mouthed a sentence without making a voice, 'Go out now.'

Mason looked lost, but he followed what I wanted and said, "No, I just have another thing to do."

"Aww, really? Is it modelling again? Weekend study? Or movie casting? Maybe practising for your quarterback position?" Chrissy started inquiring more like a crazed stalker she was. 

I got creeped out because all those information were things I didn't know about Mason until I was in senior year. But Chrissy easily remembered everything about Mason at the back of her head. 

"It's nothing, please excuse me," Mason said as he tried to escape Chrissy. I understood that he was quite powerless against these girls because they were crazy as heck. I felt they would say thank you and begged for more if Mason slapped the shit out of them. 

"Aww, okay then, see you on Monday, Mason baby~," Chrissy said flirtatiously. She became so brazen and shameless when there were no other students around. I remembered that she supported Jessica to chase Mason, although I knew she hated Jessica so much. 

Imagine what Chrissy would do to Mason if they were alone in a room. 

After Mason left the diner, I asked the waitress who had been eying me the whole time, "Excuse me, would you mind showing the backdoor? I have to leave as soon as possible."

The waitress looked displeased, "I don't know what problem you have, but I'm not taking part in this. Just go to the kitchen, and you'll see the backdoor. Tch, teens these days have weird dramas."

After the waitress showed me the backdoor, I got a call from Mason. 

I picked it up, and he immediately asked, "Are you still inside, Em?"

"No, I left through the back door," I answered. "I'm behind the diner right now."

"Great, just wait right there. I'll come," Mason said. 

I stayed silent for a moment, then I heard the sound of a car honk not far from me, alongside the chatter of people. 

I realized that it had gotten crowded, and I didn't want to risk it.

It might be a coincidence that we bumped into Chrissy in this cheap diner, but imagine if someone else from our school saw Mason and I walk together in the busy street? Mason was far too eye-catching for us to hide our identity. Even if he had covered his body with a jacket and half of his face with a mask, his dreamy blue eyes were enough to catch their attention.

Just one picture from those bitches could ruin my high school life for the second time before getting all my revenge. 

"Stop right where you are, Mason," I said on the phone.

"Huh?"

"I don't think we should continue our date," I suggested. Logically speaking, this wasn't a good time, at least not anymore.

"… Why?" Mason asked on the phone. I could sense from his voice that he was hurt, but my safety was still my utmost priority. 

"Because if anyone from our school found out about us, and took a picture, then it'd be difficult for me to continue my peaceful life in school. I'm sorry, but let's just end the date here. Thank you for the pumpkin cake. I'll make sure to repay you later. Goodbye."

"Wait, I can—"

Beep.