Class Villainess

"Who said I need someone who can play with clay," Logan smirked and leaned in towards me, closing our distance. "I think we can arrange few things here."

"Arrange few things?" I squinted full of suspicion at Logan. I didn't have any good feelings about whatever he did, especially after he told me to strip in front of him. 

I took a step back, guarding my chest with my backpack, "What things?" 

Logan chuckled after seeing my reaction, "You're so guarded. Do you think I'll eat you?"

…

I didn't answer that. I didn't want to assume the worst possible suspicion. I took another step back and hugged my backpack that covered my chest tighter, ensuring I stayed guarded while staring at him full of doubt. 

Logan clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Fine, let's just get this straight. I want you to work under me—"

Work under him?!

I took yet another step back, my suspicious stare turned into a hostile gaze in a flash, "Stay away from me, or I will scream," I warned him.

"Wha—Get your mind out of the gutter! You're the perverted one here!" Logan yelled. He ruffled his hair full of frustration. "Seriously, do I look like a pervert to you?"

"Yes."

…

Logan sighed and continued without minding my suspicion, "I want you to work under me, to be my underling. Because I need a girl to approach someone—A girl."

A girl?!

This scamp wanted me to approach a girl?

I mean, I had no interest in him. But he was obviously rich and handsome. He looked strong as well. Why would he need my help to approach a girl? 

"Don't be a wimp and approach her yourself," I said, shooting him down, 

Logan was surprised. I saw him opening his mouth, wanting to say something. But he suddenly zipped his lips and hummed for a moment, thinking about something. 

Logan shook his head, "I just need you to approach her and extract as much information as possible. Then, after enough information, I will approach her myself."

…

No, the thought of me approaching a girl to extract information for this rich brat was just out of my mind. If he liked this girl, then why the hell he needed my assistance? We had just met!

"If you like her, you should grow a ball and ask her for a date."

"I'm not—Urgh, whatever. I just want you to approach her and ask as many questions as possible!" Logan said. 

"But—"

"Do you want to stay in this club or not?"

Oh, come on, that wasn't fair! Of course, I couldn't object to him because he used the 'Do what I want or leave' card. Just because he had money, he could grab me by my weak spot and pushed me to do his bidding.

…

"That's what I thought," Logan chuckled and walked towards me with his broad shoulder, intimidating gaze and smirk on his face. I subconsciously stepped back whenever he advanced one step in until I accidentally hit the chair behind me and slipped.

"Ah..." I sat on the chair by accident, and Logan took the opportunity to lock me by putting his veiny hands on each armrest, preventing me from leaving.

He leaned in, and with his malicious smirk, he said, "I will keep you around as long as you do a good job, Emmelyn Jones."

I gulped out of nervousness. For some reason, I was convinced that Logan was the devil who gave me a contract, a deal with the devil. I wouldn't even be surprised if a pair of horns grew on his head. 

I had to do his bidding if I wanted to live in this harsh high school life. 

But I had no choice. I was someone who wanted to convince, and there were only two choices. 

Got assigned to a new club with dozens of people I didn't know and needed to compete with them and all their drama, or…

Staying in this club, but I had to deal with this rich brat who acted high and mighty as if he was my boss. I also had to do his bidding…

"Fine, I will do what you want," I said, full of defeat. Truly, money could buy things, including loyalty. 

Logan chuckled amusedly and ruffled my hair, "Good, I'll tell you the detail later. We still have plenty of time anyway. But for now, I will spare you and let you stay in this club."

"Don't worry about the club. You'll hear good news tomorrow morning," Logan said, full of confidence. 

He turned around and walked away, "Don't forget to unpack everything here. Because I might use it in the near future." 

"Wait, you're asking me to unpack everything literally?! At least have a bit of conscience and help your fellow club member!" I yelled at him. I looked around, and after counting the number of boxes, I was sure I didn't want to do it alone. 

Logan stopped at the door, and he looked over his shoulder, "Who's the boss here?"

…

What a jerk!

"Good that you understand. Now do your job. I expect the club room to be clean tomorrow," Logan ordered me and closed the door before leaving the club room. 

Slam!

He left me alone here, and I took a deep breath before yelling out loud, "Goddamn you rich brat! I will get you later!"

After I vented out a bit, I checked the number of boxes full of heavy vases, clay, and then the spinning wheel. 

This would take a good while, and I had to do it alone. 

"Not only he is a brat. He also has no conscience!" I grumbled as I started unpacking the ceramics first and put them on their previous spots. 

This was backbreaking work, but at the same time, I was glad that rich brat Logan would buy the club and keep me in. With this, I didn't need to worry about getting randomly assigned anymore. And even better, I could do club visits to the Boxing club freely. 

"But still… now I'm stuck with that guy, ugh…."

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