Class Villainess

—Phone Call—

"Plant the evidence of Leah keeping a lot of drugs inside her house. Try putting those drugs as much as you could, so we can use it to absolutely persecute her when the time comes," I explained. 

I really felt so cool because I could brief someone like Logan. 

"Oh~ That's a great idea. I didn't think that you could come up with something so ingenious yet devilish at the same time," Logan complimented. I could hear him snickering across the phone call. 

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, I'm just quite surprised that a pretty girl can be so malicious and ingenious," Logan said. Then he suddenly retracted his words, "Wait, that pretty girl part is just a fake compliment, okay? I don't find you pretty at all. It's just… it's just like that perfunctory compliment you give to your coworker. Don't think too much about it, or it will stroke your pitiful ego!"

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I didn't even say anything, but he started rambling nervously. Then, a long silence ensued between us. I thought Logan was too stunned, too impressed to react. It stroke my ego even more, but then he asked a question, "Anyway, that's a great idea. But I have a question."

"What is it?"

"How could you get your hands on that stuff?"

"Huh? What stuff?"

"Are you an idiot or what? How could you get your hands on those drugs!? They're illegal and costly, and we're just high school kids!" Logan yelled out loud on the phone.

I was stunned after I realized that one big glaring problem. 

I was too focused on the plan that I forgot I had to obtain the drugs first. 

But how? I had no connection for the shady stuff. I also had no money to buy it in the first place. Heck, I bet in order to get enough money to buy a big batch of drugs, I had to sell my house first. 

And there was a risk of getting caught by the police…

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It was another long silence because I got tongue-tied, unable to respond to Logan's question. I was stuck with this as well, and I had found myself at a dead end for the first time. 

As expected, this revenge plan wouldn't be so easy, especially knowing that my enemies weren't stupid. That Kristen and Cerise's plan was an easy mode, a tutorial mode because they were so conveniently put together like a stack of Jenga that was about to fall with one flick.

And I was the one who flicked the Jenga to ruin Kristen and Cerise. 

But my problem with Leah—and with the rest of my bullies wouldn't be so easy. 

I was thinking hard, trying to find a way to solve this problem to no avail. Then, I heard Logan snickering again, "So, our evil genius has met a big obstacle in front of her?"

"Oh shut up," I replied annoyedly. He didn't make this better either, but at least don't annoy me even more!

I could hear Logan chuckling again and said, "Well, I don't care about planting evidence and stuff. It's really interesting to see a pretty—I mean, a totally average girl playing with fire. Tell me if you can find yourself a box of drugs for me to work with, HAHAHAHA!" 

—Phone call end__

I stared at my phone screen. Logan ended the phone call just like that. I was still annoyed at him, but at the same time, I also wondered where did he get all those guts. 

Obviously, for me, I had experienced three years of hell before I returned back in time as a hardened girl.

But Logan… he was only sixteen, yet he could talk about planting evidence, sneaking around to find some clues inside Leah's house. He didn't even phase when he said that I needed to find some drugs to work first. 

He could also beat three grown men in that dark alley easily. It made me wonder what kind of background he had. 

He was no different than Mason, both of them were suspicious and mysterious, and both also tried to hide their background, even their true identity at this point. 

"Okay, Em, it's time to think, think! You need to find a way to get that drugs!" 

Maybe I should steal some from those druggies in the Boxing club? 

… 

Nah, I'd literally die if they found out.

I couldn't buy it either, no connection and no money. 

Maybe I should've used Logan again. He was rich, right? He could buy it with his money. 

But he didn't offer me in the first place. How in hell could I strike up that conversation about buying drugs? I also had the feeling that Logan might have a high tolerance for crimes, but he didn't want to be involved in one as well, at least not as serious as supplying drugs. 

Mason? Oh, come on, Mason was such a goody-two-shoes. I bet he would be shocked and immediately called the police or rehab center when I asked him if he could help me find drugs. 

As I was stuck with this unsolved problem, I heard a text notification from my phone. 

I checked it out, thinking it was Logan again until I found the texter to be that number, the red rose man. 

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xx: How is it, my dear? Do you like the roses I gave you today?

xx: Grandma has been feeling ill these days, right? That's why I brought her good lunch, so she could eat healthier food.

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Oh, for fuck sake, I was stressed out here, trying to find a way to get my hands on those drugs, but this man just suddenly popped out in my text and started texting creepy stuff again. 

I was in a bad mood, so I ignored him because I knew I'd definitely blew up if I catered to his creepy text. 

But then, he suddenly texted me again with a question.

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xx: You don't seem to be in a good mood today. Can I help you with something, my dear?

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