Class Villainess

"Well, it's not a big deal. I told Leah that you're eager to meet her, and you WILL give your phone number to her," I answered. I thought Logan would yell at me again, or at least complained.

But surprisingly, he just nodded composedly, "I can handle that, easy."

"Eh? Really?" I was startled by his willingness to go with my plan. I thought I had to do something else to let him work with me.

Now I wondered if that embarrassing cat maid act was actually working on him. 

"Yeah, it's not that difficult," Logan said lightly. 

"But you have to give your phone number to that girl. She'll most likely terrorize you, you know," I tried to warn him.. 

Logan scoffed and taunted me, "Oh come on, you need to use your brain. I can always buy a new phone with a new number. So I can give that number instead."

"You'll buy a new phone just for this?" 

"Yeah, why not?"

…

Sometimes, I wished I could be that rich to buy a new phone out of whim for this kind of plan. 

"Do you want me to play nice to this girl?" Logan asked. 

"Play nice?"

"Seduce, coax or whatever you want. I can do that if you want to extract some information," Logan said. He sounded confident enough to make it believable. Something that a sixteen years old boy couldn't possibly do.

"She's into you, maybe because you're rich and handsome. You should use that to your advantage. Maybe play a little bit, make her think that you're into her as well," I briefed him, hoping that he'd accept the mission.

It'd be better if Logan could even use his charm to get a confession from her. Though, knowing how Leah could trick me, I bet she wouldn't fall so easily. 

To gain control over the Boxing club, she must be smart enough to plan everything. Nobody could systematically take over the whole club without any solid plan.

And Leah's solid plan happened to be using drugs to get them all addicted and followed all her orders, just to get their hands on that illegal stuff. 

Leah wasn't an enemy I could take down easily without any help. I had to admit that she wouldn't be my match if I wasn't resourceful enough, using Logan as my pawn. 

"Rich and handsome... heh," Logan scoffed. "So, when will I meet that girl? I am the one who's eager to meet her, right?"

"Yes, you should approach her without a notice from me, make it sounds like you're so eager to meet her," I said. I wanted Leah to at least get busy with Logan, so I could get more information in the Boxing club. "She should be in the boxing club currently. You should go now and ask her to come with you, don't forget to turn in your phone recording or at least call me, so I can hear everything you said to her. Maybe we can get some proof in case she leaked few secrets."

"You should ask her number first and tell her that you'll chat with her tonight, make her feel important so she would prefer you over her other boy slaves," I briefed Logan even further, hoping he would accept it.

I was also worried about Logan. I had a doubt that he could execute it perfectly, knowing that he wasn't a flirtatious type. He also said that he hated everyone, both man and woman. 

"Oh? You're quite experienced in this kind of manipulative game. I wonder if you've manipulated someone to do your bidding," Logan raised his brow. "One thing for sure, though, I wouldn't be your pawn, Emmelyn Jones."

Yeah, and you were my pawn now, Logan Walker. So shut up and do your job!

That was what I said in my head, of course. I wasn't stupid enough to say it out loud. 

**

After briefing Logan, I pushed him out of the club room and told him to go straight to the Boxing Club. He had his phone on a call with mine, so I could listen to every conversation between Logan and Leah. 

I stayed inside the Pottery club building, silently listening to Logan's footsteps on the phone call until he stopped and I heard a knock.

—Phone call—

"Excuse me," Logan said. "May I know if Miss Leah stays here?"

Pffftt! I almost laughed when I heard him sounding so polite and kind. I had to give him credit for this. I didn't expect him to sound proper. 

Then I heard another footstep, probably from a sneaker, because I could faintly hear the squeaking.

"Yes, it's me, Miss Leah Carpenter. Do you need something, hm~?" Leah replied. I could hear her attraction with her sweet voice. I swear she talked to me as if she was ready to maul me anytime. 

"Ah, Miss Leah… My name is Logan. I'm the club president of Pottery Club—"

"Oh! So you're the club president that girl has been talking about! Oh, of course I know it's you, just look at your body. You fit the description she told me!"

"Description?" 

"That girl told me that you're handsome, tall, and buff. So she didn't lie at all," Leah chuckled, and I could hear her voice getting closer to Logan. "She told me that the pottery club president has wanted to meet me."

"U—Uh… Yeah, actually, I've been watching over you for a while, but I can't find the right moment. Because you're always surrounded by many boys…." Logan said flatly. 

Ugh, I wanted to yell at him for not being convincing enough. He didn't sound like a boy in love! 

"Oh, they're all my boys, my followers. I don't like them romantically, though. They're not my type…." I could sense that Leah was getting closer as I heard her whispering near Logan's ear,

'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?'

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