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Logan: You have more than a drug dealer had for his monthly stocks! What kind of crazy shit did you pull to have that amount of Crystal th?!
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Ah, of course, he'd be curious about it. Any sane person would be curious, and it was his right to question what I had since he was the one who would infiltrate Leah's house.
Now I wondered if I should tell him about that red rose man…
Honestly, I could just tell him that I got myself a rich, ultra-rich stalker.
He magically knew my problem and need, then he offered to trade a box of Crystal th with my used plaid shirt…
Yeah, that didn't add up at all. It was so weird, too weird even for .
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Logan: Answer .
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Logan urged even more, which got nervous, thinking of a way to make him believe my answer.
After thirty minutes of not answering his question, my phone suddenly rang, and I saw Logan's na as the caller. I held my breath and then picked up the call.
—Phone call__
"H—Hello…"
"Emlyn Jones, you better answer my question first! How in hell you can get that much Crystal th in a short ti? I hadn't even finished cooking my ran when you texted about that!"
Wait, what was the relation between his ran and this crystal th? That was completely random.
"Well, I don't think you'll believe if I told you the truth…." I replied. "I an, it's just… out of this world."
"Just tell , I will not work with soone who hides stuff from . At least if it's sothing that will involve in the current plan and probable future plans as well," Logan pressed even more.
I could sense that he was a lot more careful than he looked.
When I first saw him, I thought he was just so random rich brat who was also reckless, a daredevil who didn't give a fuck.
But I was wrong. Logan was a lot more cautious than I expected. Made wonder if he was also hiding his own secret, probably a nefarious one.
"Fine, but you should trust after I told you this, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, as long as you told the truth," he replied.
I took a deep breath and started explaining on the phone, "So, I have been having a problem with a stalker. He keeps visiting my ho and befriending my senile Grandma while my Mom and I weren't ho."
"He always gave a red rose as a sign that he had visited my house, and I've been telling him to stop this or I'd be calling the police."
"But he is so insistent, and all I can do is just to curse him," I explained long. "Until I hit upon this stumbling block, I really need the Crystal th to get enough fake evidence to fra Leah later on."
"And you know it's literally impossible for to get my hands on drugs, let alone expensive drugs like that."
"So that red rose stalker just texted , saying that he could give a box of Crystal th in exchange for…." I paused and swallowed my saliva. I wondered if this was an okay thing to say because I knew damn well it wasn't normal.
"Exchange of what? Your nasty picture?" Logan asked impatiently.
God, I wished it was that. I still wouldn't give him, but it sounded less creepy than my sweat-stained plaid shirt.
"No, he wanted the plaid shirt that I wore today," I replied.
"You an, that brown plaid shirt?"
"Yeah…"
Wait, how could Logan rember such a nial thing? Was he that observant about everything? Sohow, I suspected that he might be a detective of so sort, knowing how he was cautious and observant even to the nial thing like my shirt color.
"And you gave it to him?"
"Well, I have the drugs now…."
"Fuck!"
I was startled when Logan suddenly cursed for no reason. I wanted to ask what happened, but he suddenly yelled, "That bastard, why don't you catch him?! Do you not have a kitchen knife or sothing?"
"What the fuck, bro? Do you really think I dare to fight a dangerous man in the middle of the night? I don't even know if he's bringing a weapon or not!"
"Tch, this is why being a pretty girl is a curse—" Logan mumbled, then he suddenly retracted his words, "—I an, it's a curse that you're being stalked right now! That man has no taste! Who'd want to stalk soone so basic like you!"
"Oh, co on! I don't have ti to argue with you! For now, I have the drugs ready to be used as our weapon to fra Leah!" I said gleefully.
"Tch, whatever, just cut your contact with that creepy stalker. You should tell your ho address, so I can send it—Send myself there! Who knows what kind of dangerous stuff that crazy man would pull just to have you?"
Oh, I bet stuff wouldn't be as dangerous as that, maybe just a gut feeling.
True, I was scared to the bone, but my gut feeling told that the red rose man wouldn't just use the ghost face mask and go stabby-stabby on .
"So, what are we going to do with this box of th? Can you even carry it when you visited Leah's house later?" I asked on the phone.
"Tch, I haven't told you if I consent to follow your plan," Logan said.
"Oh, co on! Don't play the kind of ga with !"
"Hahaha! Okay, okay, don't worry about the plan. I'll be sure that Leah would not be able to escape the verdict once the police have arrested her," he claid confidently.
I didn't know where that burst of confidence ca from, but I had to admit that I should've been fiercer and more confident, so I could intimidate random guys who dared to approach .
"But this is not a good way to tell my plan. Let's just talk about it tomorrow morning in the club building club."
—Phone call ends.—
After that, Logan hung up the call. I liked the way that he just instantly believed that I had a stalker that had supplied with a box of Crystal th. I really thought that we would have an argunt or even a physical fight.
That guy was just weird.
I stared at the box full of th on the ground. With this amount of th, I could get busted and deed a high profiled drug dealer.
But Leah was the real drug dealer. She used this stuff to promote his position and make all of the Boxing club mbers obey all her rules like a bunch of lapdogs…
I silently covered the box full of crystal th and then put it inside my backpack. Logan said that he would lay out his plan once they were alone in the Pottery club room.
"Alright, I really hope that you have a solid plan, Logan Walker. Because I'm risking my life here."
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Author Note: Pupa has been busy with irl job and feeling ill these days. I will reduce the update rate for Class Villainess to 5 chapters a week until 1 November, I will return back to 10-14 chapters a week. I'm so sorry, thank you for your understanding.
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