Class Villainess

"Do you know how Miss Leah could get her hands on the chalk? And where did you guys usually hide to use this thing together?"

The guy was stunned over that question, which I understood well. Because that kind of question would leak some secret out of his mouth. 

"Why do you need this information? You're not an undercover cop, aren't you?" He asked suspiciously. I didn't expect him to still have some logic in his brain after so much torment, especially in front of the crystal meth he had wanted for so long.

I chuckled when prompted with that question, "Do you think there is a fifteen years old undercover cop like me? That's ridiculous, you know."

"Then why do you want to know?" He asked. 

"Because…"

I began to brainstorm again, trying to find a good reason so he wouldn't get suspicious. After racking up my brain to its limit, I still couldn't find a good reason for this.

Should I tell him that I wanted to get closer to Leah, so I wanted to know more about her? That wouldn't make sense.

Or should I tell him that I wanted to catch Leah and put her in jail?

Yeah, both choices weren't possible. 

So the last thing I could do was… 

"Oh, come on, do you really need to know my reason?"

"Huh?"

"This is a trade between that information I want with this—" I flaunted the syringe in front of him. "—This chalk residue inside. You want it, right?"

"Y—Yes…"

"Then just don't ask me about other unnecessary things and answer my question! After you've given me the information I need, this syringe is yours."

The guy swallowed his saliva as he kept staring at the syringe, "A—At least please tell me your name, so I can feel assured."

OH, that one I could consider. Since I had the feeling that he would probably try to get something to threaten me. 

I was considering it for a moment, and I nodded to agree, "What will you do with my name?"

"W—Well, I just want to make sure that I can find you if I'm in trouble," he replied. 

Ah, that was risky. I bet if he knew my real name, he would ask people around and then find me to ask for more of those crystal meths. 

Or even if he didn't, he'd still ask people whether they knew me, and my name would spread around, giving me visibility I was dreading to avoid. 

"Fine then, I'll tell you after you answer one of the questions first. Do you know how Miss Leah got her hands on those chalks?" 

The guy was worried, but in the end, he yielded and gave me the answer, "She… she has this guy outside of school. We don't know his name, but he supplies Miss Leah. James is the one who helps Miss Leah to retrieve the chalk…." 

I squinted at him, trying to find whether he was lying or not. But he looked more scared enough for me to assume that he wasn't lying. 

So Leah really had someone to supply her in a big batch, and her right-hand man was that James guy I met before. No wonder he got so defensive when I inquired about Boxing club, probably because he knew what I was after.

Now I could further talk about this with Logan to form a plan. Though, I had already brewed a plan in my head right now. 

"Then, where did you guys usually hide to inject or snort the chalk?" I inquired more. 

The guy got scared for real and shook his head, "You haven't even told me about your name…."

"I will tell you after you answer all of my questions," I replied, trying to corner him. But this time, he didn't yield immediately. He shook his head and demanded, "You haven't told me your name. I can't trust you…."

Oh, for fuck sake! 

"Fine, my name is Chrissy, Chrissy Miles. You can always search for me if you want more chalk. I have a lot in me. You can ask some people to find me as well," I replied.

"Chrissy Miles?"

"Yes." 

What? Did you think that I would use my real name in this trade? That was stupid! It was way too risky, especially if Leah discovered about my trade with this guy. 

So I used the name of the person I hated the most currently. Yes, of course, I hated Jessica, but she was way too famous for being used as a fake name. 

And Chrissy was obscure enough for now, so it would be best to taint her name early, just to watch her struggle on her way to bootlick to the top.

"Since I've told you about my name, now you owe me that last question," I said. "Where do you guys hide to snort and inject your drugs?"

The guy stared at the syringe and then replied, "In the storage room. We usually take turns inside with someone guarding outside of the door. Usually, it's Miss Leah herself that guards outside with James."

"B—But… storage room in boxing club is not the main spot where they usually do it…."

"There are other hidden spots?" I inquired further. The storage room inside the boxing club was obvious since I found the syringe near the door. But the fact there were other spots, now that was unexpected. 

"Yeah, but I don't know the hidden spots. Because I'm never allowed to go there…" he replied. 

"Huh? Why aren't you allowed?" 

"Because Miss Leah said I might die there, she didn't want to take a risk to dump my body to some junkyard," he explained. 

…

I didn't know what was inside his heart, but if I was in that position, I would be heartbroken by Leah's words, even though it was the truth. 

I didn't think I could retrieve more information from him, but at least that was enough to incite the plan inside my head. I could discuss this with Logan, and he could use his charm to get more information from Leah. 

"Okay, thank you for your help," I said as I tried to side-step him.

But this guy suddenly grabbed my arm and demanded, "The chalk, give me the chalk."