Class Villainess

Monday came, and I went to school, attended class, and did everything as usual. 

Well, I had to act casually to cover up my nervousness. I had that used syringe inside my backpack right now. Logan and I agreed to meet in the club room after class. He said he could examine the syringe later. 

Honestly, I felt that Logan had a lot of secrets and problems outside of school, but he never told me anything. Not that he was obliged to do it anyway.

I was just curious, especially after what I witnessed in that dark alley. 

He had someone—or even many people going after him, even though he was just sixteen years old.

I didn't want to guess though, I didn't want to assume something that might only worsen my anxiety.. 

Besides, I had to focus on my objective right now, to investigate and collect enough evidence against Leah. I could push her into a hell hole. 

I walked to the club building after class with the syringe on my backpack. As usual, I checked the schoolyard, and after making sure that Mason wouldn't be able to spot me, I rushed to the club building. 

I headed straight to my club building. But when I passed the Boxing club room, a strong hand suddenly came out of nowhere and grabbed my arm tightly.

He slammed my back to the wall, "Argh!" 

I closed my eyes, grimacing in pain, thinking that I had been attacked by someone. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Leah and two of her boys already standing in front of me. 

"So, uh… what's her name again?" Leah asked one of the boys behind her. The boy whispered, and Leah continued her speech, "So, Emmelyn, I haven't heard from you since your last club visit. Everything in my Boxing club is well managed, right? Don't forget our agreement. You need to introduce me to that club president of yours."

I knew that she would come for this, sooner or later. Maybe she brought her boys to intimidate me so I could just say yes and yielded.

But I didn't want to yield when I was clearly disadvantaged here. I literally got nothing from my club visit. I had zero information!

"It's no deal, Miss Leah. Your club members are so secretive to me, especially that boy named James. He didn't let me ask one question to other club members, and when I asked him, he just said it's confidential."

"Oh? Confidential? Tell me then, what were you asking before? As the manager of this club, I should have an answer for that," Leah said, but her gaze had a trace of maliciousness. I could sense that the boys behind her were also trying to intimidate me.

I had no fear against them, though, since this was a public corridor and plenty of students were passing by. 

I was about to say, 'I asked them how could you guys become Leah's slave?'

But then I realized it would only kill me on the spot. So I rearranged the words, "I asked him about the method behind their solidarity, and they said it's because you have your way to destress."

"Then I asked him what kind of destressing method you guys are doing, but he refused to answer," I said. 

"Oh really? Is that really what you asked?" Leah scoffed, "Call James here. Let's hear from him."

James glared at me and then asked, "What are you calling me for, Miss?"

"You see, this girl said that you're hiding our method to destress. Didn't I tell you that you need to tell everything to her?"

"Yes, Miss, I already told her that you treat us with meal often, and we're pleased with it. That's our way to destress," James replied, repeating the same fake ass answer he gave me before. 

Leah showed a smug face as she turned her head at me, "See? He tells the truth. I treat them with food almost every day, so they're healthy and well-fed. That's the secret behind our solidarity and competitiveness."

"Were you accusing us of something else? Tsk, tsk, Emmelyn, just because you're too poor to provide for your club doesn't mean that you can slander someone else," Leah taunted me even more.

It seemed that she had seen through me since the first time I came for a club visit. I thought I was the one who played her. It turned out I was the one who got played. 

All she wanted was just contact for Logan, and she got it.

"It's a deal, right? I want to see that club president of yours. Give me his number," Leah demanded. 

Behind her, the two boys and James glared at me simultaneously, pressuring me to just yield to Leah. 

Honestly, the best action I could do right now was just selling Logan out like before, giving his number to Leah. 

But at the same time, I knew that Logan would mock and take me as an idiot who got tricked so easily. He would see me as incompetent. 

Thus, I tried to find another method, at least a method to delay the inevitable until I could come with a better plan.

"My president is also interested in you, Miss Leah. He said he'd give you his number after you two meet," I replied. 

"Oh? He wants to personally give me his phone number? That's very interesting. Did you say something to him before?" Leah asked. 

"He already knew about you when I told him about it, and he said he has been interested in knowing you better for a while. But because you've been surrounded by many boys, he got discouraged."

The lies flowed smoothly out of my mouth to convince Leah to release me for now. 

"Hmm… that sounds fun," Leah was considering it for the moment, and she agreed, "Go tell him that we can meet alone whenever he wants to. I'm very curious about him as well~."