Class Villainess

After bracing myself, I clicked the screenshot from Logan to open it. It was a long text between Leah and Logan. The moment I read the first sentence, I regretted it instantly. 

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Leah: So, my handsome Logan, when will you come to me and taste my pussy?

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Hold on.

WHAT. THE. FUCK!?

No, seriously, what the fuck did I just read? And it was literally the first text between Logan and Leah. 

I really thought it was just some flirtatious moment between those two, maybe with a few tease as well.. That was supposed to do when you texted your crush, at least from what I saw in teen movies. 

But this…

I didn't expect Leah to be that thirsty. Maybe she was really fucking with all those boys in the Boxing club daily. 

Though, my accusation was immediately rebuffed by their following texts.

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Logan: Whoa, that's so fast. I want it slow, so we can learn each other first.

Leah: Ohh~ Mr. Rich President is a romantic, I see. Well, don't worry, I'm also craving some romance. I've always been surrounded by those filthy boys, ugh!

Logan: Filthy boys? Do you mean your club members?

Leah: Of course, isn't it obvious? They're so gross. I don't even want them to touch me.

Leah: So it's kay, dear, I'm still clean.

Logan: I really thought you'd be more sensible to your club members. They look up to you.

Leah: But that doesn't mean I have to cater to them, right? They're the one who needs me after all.

Logan: True...

Logan: Just like how I need you, I guess…

Leah: Aww, so handsome and cute. Do you want me to send you a boob pic?

Logan: No thanks.

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Okay, I giggled a bit when Logan immediately refused that boob pic offer, or else I'd be traumatized to see Leah's boobs right now. I sipped the water from the water bottle I brought to my room after bath and reading. 

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Leah: Well, that's not so fun.

Logan: I'd rather see it directly, maybe touch it as well.

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"Pfftt!" Water came out of my mouth and nose as I read this. I wiped my nose with a tissue while commenting. "What the heck? That rich brat is a pro! I didn't think he could take the initiative so Leah would feel wanted. 

Maybe I should give him applause for this one.

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Leah: Oh? So naughty~

Leah: I don't mind at all, maybe we should go on a date. 

Logan: Definitely, but I don't like a regular date.

Leah: What kind of date do you want?

Logan: Maybe a more intimate date, like in a movie theatre or… your house. Your house should be safe, right?

Leah: OMG! Ahahahaha!

Leah: Okay, okay, let's just have fun in my home. I'm always home alone since my parents are always busy outside. I can't wait to get on top of you~

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Ah…

Man, after reading these texts, I understood how Logan could feel sick in his stomach because I also felt nauseous somehow. 

For someone who hated people like Logan, this must've been a difficult task for him. 

Because Leah was thirsty as heck. I understood that Logan was handsome and rich, but this was a next-level thirst. 

Oh well, it could be a great chance for us because, with this, I could tell Logan to plant some evidence in her house, make her looked even worse once the police inspected her home.

Of course, I wasn't a Holy Mother that would forgive her out of all her sins. She was the one who beat me up badly on every occasion in my previous life, making me a punching bag just for the likes of it, and her bullying only gotten even worse after she joined Jessica. 

I'd burn her in hell, to where she really belonged to. And I would do it my own way, even if that way was as unethical as planting evidence. 

Thus, I called Logan after reading their texts. I had to brief him about what I found with that druggie, so we could plan ahead in time, hoping that it would catch Leah off guard. Because she wasn't really an easy target, she was also cautious.

Now I really thought Kristen and Cerise's case was just my dumb luck or an easy mode. 

After few beeps, Logan finally picked my call and asked,

—Phone call—

"What?" Logan asked. "Did you read the text already? I'm surprised that you're not nauseous."

"Who said I'm not?" I complained. "I really didn't expect her to be that thirsty. I guess she's really into you, Mr. Rich president."

"Of course, don't you see how handsome I am?" Logan chuckled. "Also, call me Master Logan or Boss Logan now, and I'll be more than delighted."

"Yeah, not gonna say anything about that," I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to boost his already inflating ego even more.

Logan didn't seem to care about my reaction. He just chuckled and continued, "So, now that I have access to her house, what are you planning to do? You have a plan, right?"

"Oh, I have a plan, indeed."

"Do you want me to search inside her house to find some evidence that she used drugs or has a deal with a big drug dealer?" Logan asked. "It's quite risky, but don't worry. I can handle it just fine."

"Why would I risk you to come there and search frantically? That's so inefficient and risky for your safety," I replied, giving him a logical answer.

"Oh, so we're playing pretend care now? Since when you're afraid that I might get caught," Logan chuckled again. 

I clicked my tongue in annoyance. He really treated this as a game. I couldn't sense any nervousness in him.

"You don't need to search for evidence," I said, and with a smirk, I added, "Plant them."

"Huh?"

"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."

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