Class Villainess

Chapter 178 – LLE

"Oh, he's also helping me clean the vases."

"He's cleaning the vases?!" Logan looked shocked, "Did he find something there?!"

I was surprised by Logan's sudden reaction when I said that Noah helped me clean the vases. As if he had been hiding something.

"Yeah, he did," I replied. "What's wrong? You sound a bit too surprised."

"Ah… uh… did he find something while cleaning?" Logan asked.

"Nope, all he did was just clean vases anyway. What's wrong about that?" I raised my brows. "Or is there something that you're trying to hide?" I asked.

"What? Of course not!"

"Come on, just spill it out. You're talking with me anyway, not some random person," my curiosity got me, and I tried to pressure Logan to spill the beans, much to his disdain.

"I'm not hiding anything from you!"

"Oof, calm down, big guy. I hear you here," I clicked my tongue in annoyance. Since Logan didn't want to spill the beans, I could do nothing against it. Maybe it was something from his hidden mission that I couldn't touch.

But the blush on his face seriously got me thinking whether it was something else. 

"Anyway, I want to ask you something," I said. 

"W—Well, just ask. I'll answer as long as it's not about my mission."

"Hmm… it's about the code that you carve."

"A code?" Logan frowned. "I never remember making any code. At least I'm not stupid enough to leave a code for my mission in some places you could easily find."

"Then how come Noah found a code that you carve inside the vase," I rolled my eyes. "Noah found a lot of vases with 'LLE' code inside. Mind telling me what does LLE stand for?"

Logan looked absolutely astonished when he heard the word LLE, much to my confusion. Did I hit the right spot that it was actually a secret code that Noah accidentally found inside the vases?

"Well, Noah keeps insisting me that LLE stands for Logan Loves Emmy. Which I found to be totally ridiculous. Can you imagine that you're actually so in love with me that you start carving that kind of initial inside your handmade vases?"

…

"Y—Yeah! What an idiot he is!" Logan suddenly retorted after a brief silence. "Why would I fall in love with you? That's totally ridiculous! I'd rather date a snake than you!" Logan said out proud.

Okay, the last sentence was a bit unnecessary, but I got it. 

However, I was a bit weirded out by his extreme reaction and his face that turned even redder than before. It got me worried that he might be catching flu or something else."

"Well then, why did you carve that LLE? What kind of code is that? Is it about your secret mission again?"

"Y—Yeah, it's about my secret mission. You don't need to know about it. It's ultra-secret," Logan warned me. "You shouldn't think about it too much, or it might harm you in the future!"

"Whoa, whoa, that sounds serious… well, if you say so. I don't really have any interest in prying about your problem anyway," I shrugged it out. "Oh, you should probably wash your face with warm water now. Your face is too red. I'm afraid you might catch fever or something."

Logan immediately darted his gaze towards the mirror hanging on the wall and cursed, "Oh fuck!" 

He rushed out immediately, and I could hear the bathroom door outside was slammed. 

I seriously didn't understand his overreaction. But oh well.

**

Logan returned after a while. His face was damp, probably because he washed his face plenty of times. 

"What? Don't stare at me like that!"

"Geez, so hostile, I'm just worried about you!" I yelled back. 

"S—Sorry, I'm just… it's just…." Logan was lost in words and lowered his head in the end, looking defeated. I didn't really know what was inside his head, so I assumed that he was just shocked that Noah discovered his secret so quickly. 

"Alright, it's fine. You don't need to tell me about that LLE thing. If it's too important for you," I said. I might be mischievous, but I wasn't a coercer who would push someone to do something without their consent, especially when that person was someone important to me. 

"Anyway, I want to ask whether you will stay in school after a while. You've missed school for so long, ya know," I said. "I need your help."

"A help? Is it about one of your targets or something?" Logan asked. Which I nodded to confirm. 

"Elise and I have found out that Natasha and Barbara from the sophomore class have been directing those three stooges that were put to jail to attack and sexually assault Elise. I have something against Barbara Cornwell, an old wound, just say that. And Elise's original hostility is directed towards Natasha."

"So it's 2 vs 2 here," I explained, hoping that I could get his support.

"Wait a minute, an old wound? You have something against Barbara Cornwell before?" Logan's gaze darkened as I said old wound. "What did she do? I will make sure that she will pay for it—"

"Hey, hey, calm down, big guy. I don't want to talk about it, but it's something terrible," I tried to calm him down. Honestly, I didn't want to tell him about my problem with Barbara 'Barbie' Cornwell because it happened in my last life, not this one.

Barbie Cornwell was the one who sent Thomas and his gang to attack me, just like how Natasha ordered them to attack Elise. 

The reason for her attack on me? Because I was an eyesore.

Yes, that was literally it.

I happened to accidentally appear in one of her selfies with her gang, sitting under a tree while eating my lunch alone. When she found me ruining the group selfie because of my ugly appearance, she suddenly bullied me and sent Thomas and his gang to continuously beat me. Because she found me an eyesore in one of her selfies, she decided to beat me.

She was a monster. Honestly, many teenagers were monsters, but few would actually take it physically, or even worse, manipulate or gaslight you, making you feel like shit for their own short entertainment. 

"I will always help you, Emmy. Just say what you need, and I will execute it quickly," Logan replied. "But…"

He suddenly looked hesitant and sighed, "I still have something to do. I can't join you in this one. At least not as much as what I did with Leah Carpenter before. My mission is still ongoing, and I can't leave it."

"It's fine…." I replied. I could take down those three stooges without his help—well, a small help with his suggestion, but the rest was done by me, Elise, Noah, and that red rose man.

Oh, Mason as well, though I sort of tricked him rather than asking him to help me directly. 

"I just need some of your help later on because you're the one with the experience here," I said. "I know something about Barbara Cornwell that most people don't know. Originally, I want you to help me in Leah Carpenter's sort of manner. You know, using your handsome charm to bait her. But I know you won't like it, so I will not force you."

"You want me to be the scout, you mean? Searching for information left and right about her?" Logan asked.

"Indeed, I'll give you the order once I get a new lead. For now, you should focus more on yourself and your mission," I glanced at his bandaged hand. Turned out, he had taken off the one on the left hand in the bathroom while keeping the bandaged right hand, proving that his left hand was completely fine. 

I rolled my eyes, "You should at least tell me what happened with you. How come you arrived here with a bloodied fist? Did someone hunt you or something?"

"… sort of," Logan replied. He looked hesitant when telling this. "Someone is targeting me, but I don't know who is. That person keeps on sending thugs to beat me. At first, he sent a group of lowly thugs to beat me up, but I could beat them easily."

My mind instantly replied to that scene where I accidentally found Logan beating the hell out of thugs inside a small alleyway. Maybe those guys were the thugs he could easily beat. 

"But he starts sending more dangerous people. I just fought 3 skilled men. I bet they are private soldiers, sort of mercenary kind of soldier. Because they have some of the martial arts movement, it is quite common for soldiers and police to have."

"It was a difficult fight because I had to fight them all at the same time. I came out victorious and beat the hell out of their life to extract information about this man who sent them.. But they said the man who sent them is a lot scarier than me, no matter what would I do to them, they preferred that rather than facing their big boss after leaking his identity."