Class Villainess

Chapter 155 – Love Letters (1)

I stared at my last text with Mason. I should be calling or texting him right now because I needed his love letter complete with an autograph for the mission. 

But after eavesdropping about Mason's long love to his childhood sweetheart, I just got nervous and unsure. 

I doubted his words before, about his indirect confession as well. I wondered if those were true or he wanted to do something to my body instead.

Because there were cases of boys who liked my big boobs and had maliciously perverted thoughts about it, which also caused something… that I didn't want to remember at all, happened to me in the past.

It was also one of the reasons why I ate myself to extreme obesity. I was so ashamed of my body. I was called a slut, whore for having big boobs. I thought, if I was fat, then nobody would bully my body anymore because you wouldn't be able to see my body in a perverted way.

But after I got really fat, those disgustingly perverted gazes were gone, but I got turned to be the butt of a joke to everyone because of my size. Nothing would be right in front of them, honestly. They just wanted to see you suffer in any way possible. 

That was the reason why I took the middle ground and wore black shirts and mostly oversized clothes. I knew not all boys were perverts, but I still had to be careful, of course. 

Now, I wondered if Mason was one of those guys. 

But he showed zero interest to anyone before, and there were plenty of girls a lot more attractive than me. Heck, even Jessica was more attractive. 

And there was no rose-tinted glass in me, I wouldn't say that stupid 'Oh that's because you're different and quirky, that's why the most popular boy in the school like you' kind of trope. 

This wasn't some romcom with fuzzy feeling, either Mason truly had an interest in me, or he was interested in my body. 

Or maybe he had something else, who knew.

I kept staring at the phone screen for so long until I suddenly got a call from one and only, Mason Hall. 

I picked up the call nervously.

__Phone call__

"H—Hello, Mason? Something's up? Why did you call me?"

"Ah, Em! I… uh… I just want you to know about what happened before," Mason said. He sounded nervous as always. For some reason, he always sounded nervous on the phone and often cleared his throat. "It's… not a joke."

"Huh?"

"It's not a joke, Em. I… I do like you, and I want you to be my… my girlfriend… but you know condition right now…" Mason said, sounding pitiful enough for me to realize what he meant by that. 

"You mean your acting career? I understand that you can't date a random girl while your career is rising, don't worry about it."

"No! It's not that!" Mason denied vehemently. "I… I'm afraid that someone might hurt you in the process if our relationship went public, either intentionally or leaked unintentionally. I want to make sure that everything is alright before we—I mean before I confessed to you fully…."

…

Honestly, I understood what he meant by that. I knew he had tons of crazy fans, and even if he tried to protect me, you just didn't know what those unreasonable girls would do.

Heck, you didn't even need to take, for example, just look at Jessica and Chrissy.

They were crazy over Mason and would do anything possible to get him. 

I started thinking if I would also accept him, but that question didn't even last 5 seconds in my head because obviously, I would say yes.

It was Mason Hall! I had liked this guy since my last life, and that attraction was still there!

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down so I wouldn't sound too excited about it. 

"I understand. I don't think you should be in a relationship with anyone right now, honestly."

"I know…" Mason sounded sad, which was understandable. "But… are you happy, Em?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, do you have at least a bit of joy in your heart when I say that I like you?" 

…

"Yes," I replied truthfully, knowing full extent that it would pull me deeper into this meaningless hole between Mason and me. 

But at the same time, I couldn't lie that I got excited and happy when he confessed. I was still a teenage girl. I had heart and feelings.

Of course, I never took romance as a priority. My priority was always survival before and revenge now.

But that was the main distraction. I also wanted to fall in love and have a real relationship in high school. 

"Really?!" 

"Y—Yeah, Y—You're Mason Hall. Who wouldn't be happy when someone like you confessed to them?" I said, feeling shy because I was basically telling him about what was inside my heart.

"Then, I will make sure that you will feel happy every day, knowing that Mason Hall likes you, hehe~" Mason giggled happily, something that was really rare for me to hear.

Mason was usually a very calm and collected person, so it was rare for me to hear him sound so joyous and show his childish side. It made him more human to me, I guess. 

But that didn't divert me from the fact that he said he had someone he loved since elementary.

So he must have a hidden intention for me, maybe something malicious, so I had to be careful. 

Of course, I wouldn't confront him about what I overheard. That was just suicide, knowing I needed his help.

"So, Mason, I… I have one request…."

"Request? Do tell me, I will help however I can!" Mason said excitedly. 

I wanted to twist this request of mine, so he would be writing a love letter for me since he was supposedly in love with me right now. 

"I'm kind of a classic. I like vintage stuff, including how you approach a girl in classic style…."

"Classic? That reminds me of classic red lipstick, Haha~" Mason mentioned. "I mean, that red lipstick popular in the 50s, uh… golden age of Hollywood or something."

My heart skipped in an instant. I had the feeling that he meant something more than just a classic red lipstick. 

I felt… he knew about that red rose guy…

But if I confronted him right now, would he confess? Or maybe I was just reaching right now that I had accused Mason of something ridiculous?

Classic red was just an icon of Hollywood. Everyone knew it, especially for a knowledgeable person like Mason.

Maybe I was just reaching too far…

"Yeah, it's that classic. If you don't mind, can you write me a love letter?"

"A—A love letter?!" Mason sounded surprised. "You want me to write a love letter for you?"

"Well, if you don't mind—"

"I WILL DO IT!" Mason replied. 

His thundering voice also shocked me. We were in silence for a minute before I collected myself. 

"Yeah, I want you to write a love letter to me, complete with your signature, to make it special," I said. 

"Sure! I will write and give it to you tomorrow!" 

Damn, his enthusiasm really caught me off guard. I might be the first girl in the whole school to ever hear him sounding this excited. 

"But, can you not spell my name in the letter?" I asked. This was crucial for the mission because Miss Alba would definitely take the letter as directed to her since it was under her desk.

"Huh? Why? I want to write a love letter for you, Em…."

"W—Well, I just want it to feel less… embarrassing, I guess…."

…

…

"This is really for you, right?" Mason asked. His voice cooled down in an instant. He sounded serious and somewhat contemptuous. 

I was scared by his change, but I could've guessed that he wasn't pleased. It was understandable, but this was the only way for me to bait Miss Brittany Alba. 

"This is for me, Mason. I just want it to feel less embarrassing and uh… if you write my name in it, and someone finds out about it, then everyone will target me instead, right? Especially your rabid fangirls."

"Is that so?" Mason asked again, but it was more of a sneer.

Mason sighed deeply, "I will write it, don't worry, Em. You can always count on me on everything."

"Thank you, Mason…."

Honestly, I always remembered how Mason indirectly helped me during my mission to take down Leah and Kristen, and now he also indirectly helped me to take down Thomas and his gang. 

I did count on him on so many occasions. It was a tad embarrassing. 

"I'm just glad that you don't find me detestable. I'm in peace, for now," Mason said.. "I will deliver the love letters tomorrow in school, don't miss it."