Class Villainess

Chapter 82 - Sunday Investigation (1)

I spent my Sunday doing nothing but staring at my phone. I kept staring at Mason's text. The last text was still him asking me for a second date later.

I left him on read because I didn't know what to say. 

Of course, I loved to have a second date with him. He was gentle, fun, and of course, dreamy as heck. But at the same time, I also hated the fact that I had to act like a burglar because I had to keep my watch everywhere, afraid that someone from our school might've seen us.

It was just a simple date, and it was tiring already. 

Ah, maybe when I had enough resources, whether it was popularity and backing to fight Jessica, then I could do that. Though, Mason might've lost interest in me when that time finally arrived.

"What makes him interested in me anyway?" I pondered. I wasn't dense enough not to realize that Mason had an interest in me. 

If it was my previous self, I'd be head over heels, crying in tears, thinking that I had been blessed for life. 

But now… well, I just wondered if this would be risky for my revenge plan in the future. 

Speaking of the devil, when I wondered about Mason, I got a sudden text from him. 

I held my breath, afraid that Mason might feel offended due to my silence, ghosting him like some sort of popular girl in school.

Unfortunately, reading his text didn't make me feel better either. 

—

Mason: Good Morning, Em. 

Mason: Are you free today? I need your help in school right now.

—

I frowned. This was Sunday, and the school gate was closed. I doubted a models student like Mason Hall would break the gate or climbed the tall wall. 

—

Emmy: The school is open right now?

Mason: Well, I got special permission, the perk of befriending the school guard, hehe.

Mason: I need your help.

Emmy: What help?

Mason: I'll tell you later in school, okay? Can you help me?

—

…

Suspicious. 

That was really suspicious of him to chat with me right after I ghosted him. 

But at the same time, I got curious and wanted to apologize to him about yesterday's event. 

After a short consideration, I texted,

—

Emmy: I'll come, but I use my bike, so don't wait for me if I'm too late.

Mason: Don't worry, we're not in a rush. 

—

I got up, wore my jacket and pants before going down to the first floor. I saw Mom was sitting while reading about some random fashion magazine. 

She glanced at me and asked, "So, how's the date going yesterday?"

"It's okay, I guess. We went to a Cake shop and ate pumpkin cake. That cake was a bomb, though," I said with a thin smile on my face. 

"And he doesn't ask for more?" 

Well, if lunch counted as 'ask for more,' I guess yes.

But I just shook my head and walked to the front door, "Em, where are you going?"

"Second date."

**

I went as quick as possible since it'd be rude for me to let Mason wait for too long. When I arrived at the school gate, Mason didn't lie when he said that the gate was opened, presumably because he got the key from the school guard. 

I parked my bike, and when I was about to call Mason to know his position, a hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder. 

"WHA!" I jolted and turned around immediately. 

"Good morning, Em," Mason showed his gentle smile to me. He was wearing his glasses again. "Thank you for coming."

"A—Ah… yeah…." I saw that he was holding a big box with one hand. Thus I asked, "So, what are we doing here?"

"I'm tasked by my captain to sort out few things in my club because we have to be ready for a match on Monday. So I asked the school guard for a key," Mason explained. "I want you to accompany me because… it feels nice to have a companion, I guess?" 

"Well then, let's go. You want me to help, right?" 

"Yeah…" 

**

Mason and I walked on the corridor heading to the club building. It was awkward at first, until I couldn't bear it any longer and initiated a conversation, "About yesterday… I'm sorry…."

"Huh? Sorry? For what?" Mason asked. 

"Because I left you in the middle of our date," I sighed. "I just don't want to risk it."

"I understand," Mason smiled thin. then he mumbled, 'That means those pests need to be exterminated first.'

"Huh?" I thought I heard it wrong, so I asked again, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing. I understand those girls are annoying and persistent. So you don't want to risk getting bullied, right?"

Oh, spot on. At least Mason understood my situation. 

Mason didn't ask me for a second date either, probably because he didn't want to pressure me. We just walked in silence until we arrived in front of the club building. 

Mason used the big key ring with many keys and picked the correct key to unlock the club building with only one try.

Which got me suspicious since the only one who could pick the correct key in one try should be the school guard only. 

But I didn't ask anything since I didn't want to offend Mason. 

Click. 

Mason unlocked the front door, and we walked through the corridor. He went straight to his club, the American Football Club room and unlocked the door. 

He dropped the heavy box that he carried with one hand, and a loud THUMP was heard. I was startled. I didn't realize that it was a heavy box since Mason carried it with one hand. 

He opened the box and sorted out few things. I approached him and asked, "So, what do you want me to do?" 

"Huh? Uhm…" Mason was thinking hard, and then he shook his head. "I can sort this myself. It's not that difficult."

Mason glanced at me and then at the keyring with a lot of keys hanging in it. 

"Maybe you want to go to your club room? That keyring has all the keys of the clubs here.. You can use it to unlock your club room. Just be sure not to make a mess, okay?"