—Phone Call—
'But you, you're just my type, handso, tall, strong, and… rich. That girl said that you're into , Mr. Rich President, is that true?' Leah whispered.
I imagined Logan's expression right now. Either he got turned on or got disgusted instead.
I thought he would further show his incompetence by mocking Leah, but to my surprise, he actually sounded so convincing this ti.
"Just like what she said, I ca here for you, Miss Leah," Logan replied.
"Perfect, I want to know more about you. That girl said that you bought the whole club room for your personal use."
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As expected, Leah was interested in Logan for his money, added with his good looks, it was an easy catch.
Though I wouldn't lie though, I would also want a rich and handso boyfriend. If that was even possible in the first place.
"Actually, I'm not planning to go with you right now because you seem to be surrounded by a bunch of n…." Logan said, ntioning the Boxing club boys who were probably eyeing them right now.
"Oh, co on, they're just my subordinates. They won't disturb us," Leah replied. I heard friction of two clothes near the phone call, which Logan placed inside his leather jacket pocket. It seed that Leah rubbed his body on Logan's chest. "Or maybe you want to go to a quieter place? Hm?" Leah offered.
"We can do that later, but for now..." I heard another crackle on the phone, "Please write down your number on my hand. I'll text you tonight."
"Oh~ You're going to take the initiative? That's so bold~."
There was a long pause until Leah said, "Okay, that's my number. You can call tonight, okay?"
"Thank you."
—Phone Call End—
I waited anxiously in the club room, waiting for Logan to return with Leah's number.
Then I heard his footsteps in the corridor, and Logan walked in with a pale, slightly bluish face. He looked ill, as if he was about to vomit anyti soon.
I frowned over his expression and asked, "What's happening to you?"
Logan said nothing and took off his jacket and threw it on the ground, "She fucking rubbed her boobs on , fucking nasty!"
"Whoa…"
I was astonished by his extre reaction. I thought everything went smoothly, and he wouldn't even care to touch—or maybe sleep with Leah.
Turned out, he got so disgusted, I saw him about to puke in front of .
Logan glared at , he looked angry, but after few seconds of eye contest between us, he cald down and let out a deep sigh.
"Here's the phone number," Logan said as he showed the phone number written on his palm.
"Wow, I thought you'd fail the mont you et her. I guess you have so competence," I praised him while putting Leah's number in my phone for future use. Though I still didn't know what would I do next with her number, maybe I could blackmail her.
Logan scoffed, "Of course, I'm competent enough to do my job, unlike you who got tricked by that girl. Though…"
Logan started retching and closed his mouth as if he was holding his vomit, "Urgh, imagining it makes want to vomit my guts out."
"Is it that bad?" I asked. "Do you have so woman phobia or sothing?"
"I have people phobia. I hate when soone gets close to , and that girl rubbed her boobs all over my fucking stomach!" Logan complained.
"Wow, I didn't know it's that bad…."
And I didn't know that soone could have people phobia. I hated people and human interaction too, but I wouldn't be having a reaction like him.
After Logan fully cald down, he asked, "So, what'll you do next? I'll call her tonight and act all affectionate, but there must be a plan here. I don't want to waste my night just to call her like a good boyfriend."
"Well, try to make her busy, okay? I've been searching for that one unhinged boy from that club. I'll also continue to search for more information and evidence."
"Don't take too long, okay? I really hate talking with people," Logan said. "Let alone an overly horny girl like that. Those guys in Boxing Club has been eyeing enviously. I bet at least half of them are into Leah."
"Hnn… are you not into her?" I asked. I was just making sure that Logan wouldn't turn his back on because he got attracted to Leah instead.
Logan stared at as if he had just heard sothing unbelievable, "Are you asking if I'm really into her? Into that girl? That drug addict?!"
"W—Well, I just want to make sure—"
"She's not even a quarter of you, you idiot! She's a solid 2 at best!" Logan yelled on my face.
I was too stunned to react, and there was an awkward silence between us for few good minutes. Then Logan turned around and grumbled, "I'll just leave now. I feel sick imagining that drug addict again."
Logan grabbed his leather jacket and backpack, then he rushed out of the club room. I was too shocked and confused to react properly, especially from the last thing he said to .
I didn't understand what he implied with that, but I guessed that ant he wouldn't betray .
"What a complicated guy…."
…
I checked the phone number that Logan just gave . I wondered if I could use this number for sothing.
I got up from my seat and picked my backpack. I left the Pottery club room and paced around the corridor, hoping to catch a glimpse of that druggie who got kicked out of the Boxing club with before.
He was so unhinged. I bet he was waiting for Leah to give him another drug. From what Logan examined, it seed that Leah supplied them with crystal th.
I wasn't a drug expert, but there was no way Leah could get her hands on that thing in a big batch unless she had so sort of connection.
I paced through the corridor, thinking about the possibilities until I saw a man leaning on the wall under the stairs, and my eyes widened.
It's him!
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