Class Villainess

Chapter 98 - The Red Rose Man's Help (2)

I was in a bad mood, so I ignored him because I knew I'd definitely blew up if I catered to his creepy text. 

But then, he suddenly texted me again with a question.

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xx: You don't seem to be in a good mood today. Can I help you with something, my dear?

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I scoffed mirthlessly. This man still had some nerve to ask why am I not in a good mood. Did he actually think that trespassing my house, giving my grandma random food, and giving me roses like a creep would actually make me a happy girl? What kind of twisted fantasy he lived in?

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Emmy: What kind of help a creep like you can do? Sneaking into my room? 

Emmy: Just go away and don't chat with me anymore!

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I pressed send. I didn't have time to play with him while I was still busy with this problem. I really needed to find a way to get those drugs.

I bet if someone could read my train of thoughts right now, they'd really think that I was some messed up young druggie who was too addicted to function. 

Well, I honestly didn't know if I was normal either. At least there would be no normal high school girl that wanted to plant evidence by putting drugs inside someone else's house. 

Ding!

I got another text from that creepy man. I clicked my tongue in annoyance. This man was just too persistent with his meaningless pursuit. 

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xx: Oh, my beautiful, Em, Don't call me a creep, okay? You called me handsome and charming in the previous world. Why do you become so hostile now?

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My blood ran cold whenever he mentioned the previous world. This man came from the previous world with me, but I had no memory of him, nor I ever called someone handsome and charming in the last world.

After all, I never had any proper talk with a boy, and Kyle only used me as a bet. 

I decided to just ignore him because there was no point in chatting with a deranged creep. 

Ding!

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xx: Just tell me if you want something, my dear. I have my own way and resource to help you.

Emmy: Hah, what I want is something that a creep like you couldn't have. Just stop bugging me and fuck off!

xx: Is it about drugs?

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My eyes widened when the red rose man suddenly guessed what I needed the most. And I doubted it was just a blind guess because that was way too specific and spot on. 

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xx: As expected, my fierce kitten. Do you need my help with drugs, right?

Emmy: How did you know this? I've never told anyone about it.

xx: That's because we're connected by heart, dear.

Emmy: Stop messing around and tell me the truth. 

xx: Haha! Okay, that's because I know you're planning to take down Leah Carpenter, right? I've seen it, I don't know how far you've progressed with your plan, but you definitely need my help for supplying the drug to get her. Are you planning to plant some evidence?

Emmy: How did you know this?

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Fuck, this was way too creepy. I couldn't even process how shocked I was right now. The hairs on my body all stood, shivered in fear as I felt this creep had me dancing in his hand. 

I didn't want to trust him at all. He was a big walking red flag!

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xx: I have my own way.

xx: So, do you need the drugs or not? I can give you a box of crystal meth, heroin, cocaine, or whatever you want. I can supply anything for your mission, as long as you follow my request.

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I swallowed my saliva hardly, I felt like I was having a deal with the devil, and the devil seemed to be very excited to deal with me. He came right when I was in a clutch, not knowing how to progress further. 

And knowing there was no other way for me to obtain such dangerous, expensive and illegal stuff, I had to admit that I needed his help.

I knew it sounded crazy, but this whole ordeal was crazy from the start, so there was no way I would turn around and retreat from whatever problem was in front of me.

Since things had come to this point, might as well say fuck it all and take all the chance I had. 

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Emmy: What do you want for the trade? What is your request?

xx: Excellent, my dear Em, I'm not a demanding man. I just need you to give me one thing and promise me the other one. 

xx: I will drop a box of crystal meth at your house' back door at midnight. In exchange, you should put one of your belonging there.

xx: it's a fair trade, right?

Emmy:… why do you want my belonging?

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Oh god, I really wished he would request something more normal than this. But this was just super creepy. I was just too disturbed to process this. 

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xx: You see, since you died in the previous world, my life has been nothing but suffering. I really want to see you again, to own you again. 

xx: That's why I want to own one of your belonging. I will put it in my room, maybe put a frame on it?

xx: Hnngg… I won't do that. That'd be too inconvenient. I wanted to touch it every day, after all. 

Emmy: oh shut it, just tell me what do you want from me? What belonging? Photo? 

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Okay, Em, take a deep breath.

This guy might be a creep, but in this weird, twisted world, you had to use all your resources to get your revenge. 

So suck it up and accept whatever he wanted for that box of drugs. 

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xx: Why photo? That's too cliche, darling.

xx: I want to ask something a bit naughty. I don't want you to feel like I'm a creep.

xx: So I want you to drop me the clothes you wore to school today.