Class Villainess

—Phone Call—

'But you, you're just my type, handsome, tall, strong, and… rich. That girl said that you're into me, Mr. Rich President, is that true?' Leah whispered.

I imagined Logan's expression right now. Either he got turned on or got disgusted instead. 

I thought he would further show his incompetence by mocking Leah, but to my surprise, he actually sounded so convincing this time. 

"Just like what she said, I came here for you, Miss Leah," Logan replied. 

"Perfect, I want to know more about you. That girl said that you bought the whole club room for your personal use."

As expected, Leah was interested in Logan for his money, added with his good looks, it was an easy catch. 

Though I wouldn't lie though, I would also want a rich and handsome boyfriend. If that was even possible in the first place. 

"Actually, I'm not planning to go with you right now because you seem to be surrounded by a bunch of men…." Logan said, mentioning the Boxing club boys who were probably eyeing them right now. 

"Oh, come on, they're just my subordinates. They won't disturb us," Leah replied. I heard friction of two clothes near the phone call, which Logan placed inside his leather jacket pocket. It seemed that Leah rubbed his body on Logan's chest. "Or maybe you want to go to a quieter place? Hm?" Leah offered. 

"We can do that later, but for now..." I heard another crackle on the phone, "Please write down your number on my hand. I'll text you tonight."

"Oh~ You're going to take the initiative? That's so bold~." 

There was a long pause until Leah said, "Okay, that's my number. You can call me tonight, okay?"

"Thank you."

—Phone Call End—

I waited anxiously in the club room, waiting for Logan to return with Leah's number. 

Then I heard his footsteps in the corridor, and Logan walked in with a pale, slightly bluish face. He looked ill, as if he was about to vomit anytime soon. 

I frowned over his expression and asked, "What's happening to you?"

Logan said nothing and took off his jacket and threw it on the ground, "She fucking rubbed her boobs on me, fucking nasty!" 

"Whoa…" 

I was astonished by his extreme reaction. I thought everything went smoothly, and he wouldn't even care to touch—or maybe sleep with Leah. 

Turned out, he got so disgusted, I saw him about to puke in front of me. 

Logan glared at me, he looked angry, but after few seconds of eye contest between us, he calmed down and let out a deep sigh. 

"Here's the phone number," Logan said as he showed me the phone number written on his palm. 

"Wow, I thought you'd fail the moment you meet her. I guess you have some competence," I praised him while putting Leah's number in my phone for future use. Though I still didn't know what would I do next with her number, maybe I could blackmail her.

Logan scoffed, "Of course, I'm competent enough to do my job, unlike you who got tricked by that girl. Though…"

Logan started retching and closed his mouth as if he was holding his vomit, "Urgh, imagining it makes me want to vomit my guts out."

"Is it that bad?" I asked. "Do you have some woman phobia or something?"

"I have people phobia. I hate when someone gets close to me, and that girl rubbed her boobs all over my fucking stomach!" Logan complained. 

"Wow, I didn't know it's that bad…." 

And I didn't know that someone could have people phobia. I hated people and human interaction too, but I wouldn't be having a reaction like him. 

After Logan fully calmed down, he asked, "So, what'll you do next? I'll call her tonight and act all affectionate, but there must be a plan here. I don't want to waste my night just to call her like a good boyfriend."

"Well, try to make her busy, okay? I've been searching for that one unhinged boy from that club. I'll also continue to search for more information and evidence."

"Don't take too long, okay? I really hate talking with people," Logan said. "Let alone an overly horny girl like that. Those guys in Boxing Club has been eyeing me enviously. I bet at least half of them are into Leah."

"Hnn… are you not into her?" I asked. I was just making sure that Logan wouldn't turn his back on me because he got attracted to Leah instead. 

Logan stared at me as if he had just heard something unbelievable, "Are you asking if I'm really into her? Into that girl? That drug addict?!"

"W—Well, I just want to make sure—" 

"She's not even a quarter of you, you idiot! She's a solid 2 at best!" Logan yelled on my face. 

I was too stunned to react, and there was an awkward silence between us for few good minutes. Then Logan turned around and grumbled, "I'll just leave now. I feel sick imagining that drug addict again."

Logan grabbed his leather jacket and backpack, then he rushed out of the club room. I was too shocked and confused to react properly, especially from the last thing he said to me. 

I didn't understand what he implied with that, but I guessed that meant he wouldn't betray me. 

"What a complicated guy…." 

…

I checked the phone number that Logan just gave me. I wondered if I could use this number for something. 

I got up from my seat and picked my backpack. I left the Pottery club room and paced around the corridor, hoping to catch a glimpse of that druggie who got kicked out of the Boxing club with me before. 

He was so unhinged. I bet he was waiting for Leah to give him another drug. From what Logan examined, it seemed that Leah supplied them with crystal meth. 

I wasn't a drug expert, but there was no way Leah could get her hands on that thing in a big batch unless she had some sort of connection.

I paced through the corridor, thinking about the possibilities until I saw a man leaning on the wall under the stairs, and my eyes widened.

It's him!