Class Villainess

Chapter 90 - A Pitiful Drug Addict (1)

I paced through the corridor, thinking about the possibilities until I saw a man leaning on the wall under the stairs, and my eyes widened.

It's him! It's that druggie guy from Boxing club!

I rushed to that guy. He seemed to be too absorbed in his own world that he didn't notice me approaching him. 

"Hello," I tried to wake him up, though it didn't seem to work. He kept on staring blankly at the wall in front of him while mumbling something inaudible. 

I realized that he wasn't going to answer me without any stimulant. So I whispered, 'I got something that you want from Miss Leah.'

The guy seemed to have regained part of his consciousness after I whispered about Leah. He reacted by turned his head on me and asked with hoarse, like a sandpaper voice, "M—Miss Leah… Miss Leah…"

"Yeah, Miss Leah sent me to help you," I said gently, so I wouldn't frighten him.. I remembered that he got afraid easily, especially when intimidated by those in the Boxing club. 

I observed this guy first, I could see the trace of his past prime from the muscle on his arm. But he was a lot thinner than those in the Boxing club. So I assumed he was one of the severe cases.

"H—Help? I need… I need the stuff, the—the chalk…." he said. "I need the chalk…."

"Chalk?" 

I tried to guess what he meant by that. Maybe it was a street term for crystal meth or other drugs? But I assumed it was really about meth. 

"Yes, Miss Leah gave me the chalk you've wanted for so long, but you got to tell me few things," I tried to incite him with 'the chalk' as the offer, although I didn't have one right now. 

"What… what question?" The guy asked. 

Honestly, I wanted to ask about his identity first. But I was afraid that he might get guarded when asked about personal information. So I might as well get some information about Leah and Boxing club instead. 

I looked at the corridor. After making sure that nobody was around, I pulled him to hide behind a wall, so nobody would notice us. 

"First, tell me, were you part of the Boxing club?"

"H—Huh?" The guy was spacing out for a moment and then nodded. "I was. I was actually the first one to get accepted, but they kicked me out."

"Really? Why would they kick you out?"

"Because… because I used it too much… but I can't help it, you know. It feels too good. It feels too fucking good! How am I supposed to continue after that! I can't!" 

I backed out slightly when he started acting erratically. He started scratching his neck, face, hair, and arm.

"See this?" He pointed at his neck, showing many wounds that got my body stiffened. "I do this when I don't get the chalk. I really, really need it!"

"W—Why did Miss Leah stop giving you the chalk?" 

"Because she said I'm too obvious, and she has to kick me out of the club!" The guy replied he was distraught when he mentioned the boxing club.

Well, if I was in Leah shoes, someone like this guy would be kicked out immediately because he looked way too obvious to be kept around. He seriously needed rehab. 

The guy suddenly stared at me with his distraught gaze, and he asked, "Chalk. You said you have it. Give it to me."

I swallowed my saliva hardly when facing this drug addict. At this point, I knew that I was too rash, too excited, that I forgot he was still a drug addict that might attack me out of frustration. 

I tried to find something that might distract him, then I remembered that syringe with crystal meth residue in it. 

I wondered if I should give it to him, but that was my only weapon right now. If I needed to give it to this guy, I wanted some information worth the trade, at least. 

"Calm down, I have your chalk," I unzipped my backpack and took out the used syringe. I showed it to him and waved it in front of his eyes. "See that residue inside the syringe? You can have it if you want~."

The drug addict's eyes sharpened instantly, he tried snatching the syringe, but I pulled my hand immediately.

With a sweet but taunting smile, I said, "If you want this, we need to trade something first."

"What is it? Man, if it's money, I don't have any. I'm broke. I've sold my parents belonging to buy more chalk," the guy said. 

"Wait, everything?!"

"Yeah…" the guy replied. He lowered his head full of shame. "My parents will kick me out at this point…."

My heart softened the moment he told me that. I felt pity for him because it looked like he was a good boy that got dragged into the hell hole by Leah. 

That woman might think everything was just a play. Because she had everything, including the full support of her rich dad in case, she got entangled with the law. 

But for those who got addicted to her 'chalk,' they basically ended their high school career and their life. They had no way out unless they got rehabilitated as soon as possible. 

The fact that Leah could easily turn those promising young guys to be drug addicts without any remorse scared the shit out of me. 

A monster, she was a monster, just like the rest of them, those who bullied, tormented, and killed me. 

"Well, what I need from you is not money, but information," I said. 

The guy kept staring at the syringe dangling in front of him like a hungry wolf, "What information?" He asked. 

"It's just a simple question," I said while I continued brainstorming the correct question to ask before he got too impatient and snatched the syringe. "It's about Miss Leah."

"Do you know how Miss Leah could get her hands on the chalk? And where did you guys usually hide to use this thing together?"