Class Villainess

Chapter 75 - We're Not That Close

Since Boss Logan left earlier, I got to be the one in charge to clean the Pottery club room before I left. 

Thus, I started sweeping the room on my own and wiping few spots that had dirt on them. Maybe Logan made another mug or small vase today as well. 

I looked at the lines of new potteries made by those big and rough hands. I had always wondered how those hands capable of crushing a man's head could make something as fragile as pottery goods. 

Since it required gentle touch, at least that was my first impression when I saw it. 

I kept staring at the potteries until I heard someone called me from outside, "Em."

"Huh?" I turned my head spontaneously, then saw a man with a white jacket that I had worn before. He smiled at me with his beautiful deep ocean eyes. 

"Hi, Em," Mason called me again with a smile. "Can I come in?"

I was dazed for a moment, then nodded lightly. I didn't know what to expect. Heck, I didn't even expect him to come in the first place. 

Mason came in and took off the hoodie covering his head. He smiled at me and said, "I'm sorry to come unnoticed. I just want to say congratulations for maintaining the Pottery club."

…

I said nothing and strode right to the door. I stuck my head out, looking left and right on the corridor, checking if there was one of his crazy fans around. 

After making sure that the corridor was empty, I sighed, full of relief. I asked Mason, "You only came here to congratulate me?"

"Y—Yes…" Mason said with a slight blush on his face. 

I had to admit that he looked so cute and handsome at the same time. Mason was a top visual. He could just walk in a random place and became the centre of attention effortlessly. 

I lowered my gaze out of embarrassment, "T—Thank you," I replied, not knowing how to break the awkward tension between us. 

…

"Uh… actually, I came here just to check on you. Because I heard that Pottery club was about to get disbanded. I got worried, so… I uh… I'm asking whether you want to join my club or something…" Mason said. "But then, I heard today from someone that a rich kid had bought the pottery club room. Is it true?"

"Yeah, he bought the whole Pottery club room, so the club's disbandment has been pulled out by the school board," I confirmed. 

"He?" 

"Yes, he is the new club president now," I said lightly. I thought there was nothing wrong with informing Mason about it, but Mason became silent suddenly. 

The red tint on his cheeks also disappeared, which got me a bit unsettled, "What is it?"

"Are you the only girl in this club?" Mason asked again.

"Uh-huh," I nodded to give another confirmation. 

"How many people have joined the Pottery club this year?" Mason suddenly inquired more about my Pottery club. 

I frowned over his interest in this dying club, but I answered, "There are only two. Me and the new club president."

…

"I see…" Mason mumbled. 

My breath stopped for a second when I saw that dangerous glint in his eyes. But it was only for a split second that I thought it was just me hallucinating.

Because Mason just closed his eyes and smiled thin, "It seems that you are close with this club president."

"Huh? What the—ew!" I overreacted spontaneously, but it was given for. Who would want to be close with that kind of person?

"He's a rough, rude, and messy person!" I cursed Logan out loud. Honestly, I really disliked that type of man because he reminded me of…

I shook my head. I didn't want to remember that man in my life either. He was in jail now. 

I sensed that Mason's expression eased, and he sighed, "I just don't want you to get assigned to a random club."

…

"Why are you so concerned anyway?" I asked bluntly. I didn't understand what was in Mason's mind. I also didn't understand why did he had become so attentive towards me in this life. 

Mason looked confused, "Why? Because I care about you?"

I held my breath in response, not knowing what to say more than that. He said that he cared about me so lightly as if it was a normal thing to do. 

"Why do you care about me?"

"That—" this time, Mason was the one who zipped his mouth. He seems to be thinking about something, but in the end, he just said, "It's something personal."

"Anyway, are you sure that you don't want me to pick you up by car?" Mason asked. He looked nervous, an emotion that I had never seen coming from Mason Hall. "I… I can borrow my friend's car, don't worry about it, he has a lot of cars, I can borrow one if I want to."

Whenever I remembered Mason, both in my previous life and in this life, I always saw him as a school prince, male god, or whatever you wanted to call him.

He was lukewarm with everyone, but he was so good at it, nobody ever questioned his behaviour. In fact, people called him charming and kindhearted, much to my dismay. 

If he showed the same expression to everyone, that meant he never put anyone to his eyes.

Honestly, it still baffled me how could someone like Mason didn't come from a rich family. Maybe because he had an expensive face, but still… my gut feeling told me that Mason wasn't poor and didn't grow up poor at all. 

For the second time, I rejected his offer, "You don't need to. I can go by bus. Besides, we're not that close for you to come to my house."

Mason was stunned after I rejected his offer. I could see it from his eyes. He lowered his head and nodded with a thin smile lingered, "I guess so. I'll wait at the cake shop tomorrow then."

Mason turned around and walked away, leaving me confused about his behaviour. I frowned over his reaction, "Did I say something wrong?