Class Villainess

Chapter 151 - Caught!

Chapter 151 – Caught!

I bought a proper meal for lunch today because I had enough money for it. Really, sucking up to that madman, red rose man, was actually beneficial in some way. 

At least now, I didn't need to drink milk and stale bread for lunch. Nor do I have to cook every morning to prepare my lunchbox. 

I checked my phone while eating and saw that Noah was texting me. 

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Noah: Emmy, where are you right now?

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Hm? This was lunch recess. If he wanted to come to the pottery club room, he would need to wait a few more hours until all classes were over. 

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Emmy: Cafetaria. Is there something wrong?

Noah: I just need a place to hide. You know, I've been trying to avoid Thomas and his gang. 

Emmy: Where are you right now?

Noah: Um… I'm hiding in a tool shed near the schoolyard. 

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Ah, I remembered that tool shed. Cindy and Kristen, Jessica's bitches, once beat me and threw me to that tool shed in my previous life. 

They also barred the door from outside with wood, so I couldn't leave. I spent the whole night in that tool shed, crying and begging for anyone to save me. Thankfully, the security guard found me the next morning, and I was saved.

Though, in the end, I got very sick and had a high fever for the whole week because of that. 

Well, at least Kristen was done. I would probably target Cindy sooner or later. However, it might be too risky if I did it too early since Cindy was Jessica's closest aide. 

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Emmy: Stay right there. I'm coming

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I finished my lunch and went out. I had to save Noah for now. I went to the schoolyard and found a few boys were playing basketball. 

I passed them quietly and was stopped when I saw three big jocks looking around like hungry wolves trying to find their prey. 

Those were Thomas, Jorge, and Jackson.

Thomas had blonde hair and somewhat of a typical jock face, but he did look handsome. So I wouldn't blame Noah for getting enamored with him. 

He was the natural leader of the gang, looking at how he tried to lead Jorge and Jackson.

"Now, where does that little faggot go?" He asked while looking around.

"Maybe he is hiding somewhere. Why don't we just meet him again after school?" Jackson suggested. He didn't seem to be so into bullying someone right now. At least that was what I saw. 

"Yeah, man. You really want to beat that faggot every day. Just give it a rest once, will you?" Jorge added.

Thomas suddenly turned at them and grabbed Jorge's collar. He yanked Jorge and gritted his teeth right in front of Jorge's face, "That little faggot deserves to get beaten every day. Don't you see that he is an eyesore? Or you are sympathizing with him? If you sympathize with him, that means you're gay! You heard that? If you dare to sympathize with him, then you're basically a sissy little faggot!"

Jorge's face paled, so he just nodded to appease Thomas' anger in the end. 

I watched from afar because I knew I was no match against them physically. If I played the heroine saved the day card right in front of them, I'd only be targeted and beaten up. 

Someone like Thomas, he didn't really care if it was a man or woman. He'd beat them up and make their life a living hell if he had targeted you. 

So better avoid them and play the game from behind. Take them down quietly. 

I wanted until they left to find Noah in another place. Then I went straight to Noah's hiding spot, behind the schoolyard, the toolshed. 

The toolshed seemed to have been closed and locked from inside. So I knocked on the door, "Hey, Noah, it's me."

Noah slowly opened the door from inside and then pulled me in rather than coming out, "WHA!"

I was surprised, but I got even more shocked when I saw his condition. Because he had been beaten, again! It was really terrible too. Noah couldn't hide the blue-purple mark on his cheeks. 

"Oh no, I thought you're hiding from them!" I yelled at him as I got worried by his bruise. "Damn, they beat you up badly."

"They beat me up during lunch break when I was trying to hide. They found me and beat me. I was able to run away and hide here," Noah said. He was about to cry when he said that, which was understandable, honestly.

I hugged him and patted his head, "It's fine. You can hide here for now. I met them when I was heading this way, and they are indeed searching for you. It's better to avoid them for now."

Noah started sobbing on my shoulder. He must've been exhausted after getting bullied for too long. It was also the reason that drove him to suicide one year from now, "I'm tired, Em. I'm so tired of them! I don't even want to live at this point!"

"Hush, don't say that! The more you want to give up, the more satisfaction those bastards get. You have to stay strong, and we will take them all together, okay?"

"Taking them all… is that even possible?" Noah stated depressingly. "I don't know how we can take them down at this point. It's better to just.. give up…."

"No, we can do this, but you have to… argh… I hate to say this, but… you have to man up! Don't be such a scaredy-cat! If you're like this, then nothing good would happen!" I yelled at him, trying to incite that fighting spirit in his heart. 

I couldn't have Noah shrivel up and give up like this. He was the key to the mission as well. If he just lost his fighting spirit, then I doubted he could say something provocative in front of Thomas and his gang later on. 

"Do you really think we can take him on, Em? What makes you so sure…" he asked, trying to find some affirmation.

"Because I have never failed in my mission. Trust me," I said. Well, I didn't know if I could hold that words, but at least it was true, right? 

I took down Kristen and Leah perfectly. There was no chance for them to return back to school, well, especially for Leah, since she was in juvenile jail right now.

Noah slowly stopped sobbing and chuckled in mirth, "Damn, Em. You have so much confidence in you. It makes me wonder how could you get all that confidence?"

Long-term suffering, the death of my mom and grandma, bullying for three years straight, and also death during prom. Yeah, you only need those to gain so much confidence—or what I call it, bravado. 

Because all I did was be reckless, I had nothing to lose.

"Because I have nothing to lose, Noah…." I said. 

As I hugged him to calm him down, the shed's door was suddenly opened from outside. 

My head turned at the door out of reflex and saw a handsome boy who was just as astonished as I got.

"Emmy…" the guy mumbled, and Noah also turned his head reactively. 

The moment he realized we were hugging too tightly like this, Noah separated himself away from me, "P—Please don't misunderstand! Emmy and I—"

"Em… why are you here?" 

"I—Uh… why are you here, Mason?" I asked him back, knowing that I couldn't reply to his question.

"This is the tool shed for the schoolyard. I'm here to retrieve a toolbox because something is broken in my club. How about you? Why are you here with this gay? Don't tell me that you don't know this man is gay," Mason said lightly as if he didn't just drop the biggest plot twist that I had been keeping secret the whole time with Noah.

Both Noah and I jolted in shock, we looked at each other in disbelief, and I shook my head vehemently, claiming my innocence. Because I would never spill such a dangerous secret to a random person, let alone a popular guy like Mason!

Mason shrugged and picked the toolbox near me, "I need to fix something in my club. You shouldn't stay here for too long, Noah Jameson."

"How did you—" I was the one who reacted first. This was too shocking. At this point, any words spouted by Mason could be the death of me, really.

Meanwhile, Noah was also too stunned to speak. I could sense that he was blaming me for this, but I kept denying vehemently, "No, no! Why would I tell anyone, this guy—I mean, Mason Hall, just know it by himself!"

I turned my head at Mason in panic, "M—Mason, how did you know about Noah?"

"That's not really important, isn't it?" Mason smiled and grabbed my wrist so suddenly. "Let's go, Em.. I promised myself to never let you stay in this tool shed, not on my watch."