Class Villainess

"I'm sorry, but let's just end the date here. Thank you for the pumpkin cake. I'll make sure to repay you later. Goodbye"

"Wait, I can—"

Beep.

I hung up the call before he could speak more. I didn't want to hear his persuasion because that sweet voice would definitely get me hesitating about my decision.

Thus, I walked away, leaving Mason Hall alone and ending my first date with a bit of a disappointment. Personally, I wouldn't call it a disappointment because I had fun, and the main agenda was to eat at the cake shop anyway. 

I still taste the sweetness in my mouth. It was my first experience of eating an expensive cake, and for sure I'd remember that for a long time. 

I still felt a bit guilty for not appreciating Mason enough, so I texted him,

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Emmy: I'm sorry that we have to end the date like this. But I'm afraid there'll be more people coming in. If there is someone from our school, then I'm doomed. 

—

I didn't want to sugarcoat anything. He should've known that his fans are crazy bitches that could bully anyone who got close to him. So I might as well avoid the danger now since I didn't have enough resources to stick out, not yet. 

Then I got a text back, 

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Mason: I understand. I'm sorry that our date ends like this… 

Mason: I hope that we can have our second date soon…

—

Eh… the second date was a bit…

I wasn't sure, really. It sounded too risky. Everything with Mason sounded risky. I didn't know how to reply to that, so I just left it on reading and headed straight home. 

I walked on the emptier street to the nearest bus stop. Of course, I used my Google Map because I rarely went downtown. 

I passed through a shortcut, a smaller street that was quite empty. I gripped my phone as I looked around because the street was empty enough for a mugger to snatch my phone. 

'Arrgghh! Mercy! Mercy!' 

'Please forgive us! Arrrgghhh!'

My body froze on the spot when I heard that scream of agony from a dark alley near me. I swallowed my saliva. I was about to turn back and used the main street instead. 

But then, I heard the other, rough and masculine voice other than those beaten thugs, and it was pretty familiar.

'WHO SENDS YOU? TELL ME BEFORE I CRUSH YOUR HEAD!'

'I—It's anonymous! He ordered us to attack you with an online message and anonymous transfer! We don't know him! Arrgghhh! Mercy! Please spare us!' 

That familiar voice…

The curiosity got me. I tiptoed to peek from behind the wall to see who was fighting. I saw the back of a tall man with a broad shoulder. He was wearing a black turtleneck, and just with one glance, I already knew that it was Logan Walker. 

He was clenching his bloodied fist, and in front of him, there were three thugs with horribly bloodied faces. 

Even from far away, I could sense the wrath that Logan exuded. If I didn't know him beforehand, I wouldn't expect Logan to be sixteen years old. 

He looked like he was experienced in street fighting, and he seemed to have a lot of enemies. 

The thugs whose faces were barely recognizable begged by grabbing Logan's leg, "P—Please, I beg you, please don't kill us! We're just paid to do it! We have nothing against you!" 

…

I couldn't saw Logan's face since he was facing the other direction, but I could see his back loosened a little, a sign that he was about to let those thugs go.

But then, I saw one of the thugs took out a pocket knife, about to make a surprise attack by stabbing Logan's leg. I yelled spontaneously, "HE HAS A KNIFE! STEP BACK!"

Logan reacted quickly and kicked the face of the man begging on his feet. He also kicked the knife with his boots and stomped on the wrist of the thug who was about to stab him before. 

I covered my mouth instantly. It was all spontaneous because I didn't want him to get stabbed. 

The moment Logan turned his head in my direction, I dashed as quickly as possible to avoid his gaze. I didn't want to get entangled with his problem outside of the school.

I ran until I reached the end of that empty street back to the main road. I looked back, thinking that Logan might've chased me. 

Thankfully, he didn't chase me, probably because he was still busy with those thugs. 

I went inside the bus and left as soon as possible, not wanting to leave a trace for Logan. 

I didn't expect that lazy, good for nothing rich brat could actually fight fiercely. He was unscathed, but his enemies were beaten to pump.

Though, I wondered about his enemies…

I heard about money and 'send us', meaning those thugs were just doing errands to attack Logan. But my question was… who would pay someone to attack a high school boy? He wasn't part of the Mafia, right? 

No, if he was part of a mafia group, he wouldn't be so leisurely going to school with the rest of the normal folks. Even went as far as joining a club. 

At least that was what I saw from movies. I didn't know if the real mafia group did that, though.

Wait… did Mafia still exist these days? It thrived in the 50s, right? The police nowadays should be capable enough to handle them…

There were many questions in my head, but one thing is for sure, I didn't want to mess around with Logan. He was rich enough to buy the whole room in a school, and he was also strong enough to beat three well-built men in a fistfight. 

"Good thing he is on my side," I mumbled as the bus closed the door, ending my first date with Mason in such a strange way.

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