Class Villainess

Chapter 146 – Boys’ Secret (3)

"Yeah, I understand, But that's not my place to judge. But I do get a great idea to take them down, thanks to your story," I said. I had created the best scenario in this, "And you HAVE to join for this to be a success."

"Me? This thing will be successful with me?"

"Yes, your participation will guarantee its success," I convinced him once more. "Honestly, this is the only way for us to trap them."

Noah went silent for a good while, and I let him process what I was told just now. After more than ten minutes, he finally asked, "Would you mind telling me the plan first? Honestly, Em. I got scared. I'm just a normal human, so I got scared thinking that I'd get beaten again."

"Alright, I'll tell you about my plan," I took a deep breath. I then started explaining, "Elise and I formed a plan to trap them into doing a dangerous stunt, dangerous and scandalous enough for them to be so panicked that they will beat up the involuntary witness of what they were doing."

"Involuntary witness is someone who will be the real victim here, so that person will walk in during what those bastards were doing, and those bastards would beat the hell out of that person, and we already found the perfect person for that."

"That person should have enough influence, and a female, because the story of three bullies in high school beating up a weak and defenseless female would be a lot more sensational in the news."

"And that person is?" Noah asked."

"Miss Brittany Alba, the English teacher."

"Miss Brittany Alba?!" Noah was surprised, and that took my interest. 

"What? Why are you so surprised? I thought everyone in your batch hated her."

"W—Well, I don't like her either. I just remembered how she tried to advance on me, even making sexual jokes with me. I didn't respond, though, but she did text me."

"Wait, she texted you?!"

"Yeah, she got my number from somewhere. I don't really know. But she started texting—well, sexting me. I bet she did this not only to me but to many other boys as well."

"Can you send the text between you and her? Screenshot it."

"Sure."

I waited for a minute and then got a screenshot sent by Noah.

I opened it and read the text between him and Miss Brittany Alba. Though, it was more like Miss Brittany Alba and herself. Because Noah only replied once or twice awkwardly.

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Miss Alba: Noah Jameson, right? I'm Miss Alba, your English teacher. 

Noah: Ah, yes. Good evening, Miss. Is there something I can do? Or did I do something wrong?

Miss Alba: Ahahah~ Don't be so dense. I'm not here to punish you. You have been a good student of mine.

Noah: Okay, Miss. Thank you.

Miss Alba: Well, you can always thank me by taking me out for a simple dinner or somewhere nice. 

Miss Alba: I don't mind. I know how to handle a young man like you. 

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I was disgusted by her text, and after that, it was just Miss Alba constantly trying to get into Noah's pants. She was so horny that I wouldn't be surprised if she might send her nudes sooner or later to Noah.

I understood why she chose to do this with Noah, though. Noah was good-looking. He was clean and dapper for a high school student standard. In contrast, most high school boys were greasy and smelly, let alone how they didn't even bathe often. 

Only a few selects were different, like Noah, Mason, and… Logan. 

Surprisingly, whenever I met with Logan, he always looked manly. He didn't seem to wear any perfume and relied on his own natural scent, which, thankfully, smelled quite… nice. 

…

What? We literally spent our time as two in the pottery club room. Of course, I would eventually be able to tell his smell. Don't judge. 

Anyway, I bet Noah wasn't the first victim of Miss Alba and definitely wasn't the last. 

She was never reprimanded because none of the boys wanted to report her, though. People would probably find it ridiculous and a joke that a man could get sexually harassed. 

"Does she still text you up till now?"

"She does. It's very unsettling, but I just ignore it most of the time."

"You're definitely not the only one, but you are one of her favorite. By judging how consistent she is to chat with you, I can assume that she likes doing this for fun. Then, it is a perfect scenario for us because we will be able to bait her with you."

"With me?" Noah asked.

"Indeed, you're the perfect bait in this trap. Because you have related to both parties. You have a long and complicated relationship with Thomas, and our involuntary witness, Miss Brittany Alba, is also whipped to you."

"So I want to make you as the bullied victim here, with you as the bait. I'm pretty sure we can kill two birds with one stone—well, four birds since it's Thomas and his gang, Jorge and Jackson."

"But… if you want me to be the bait, doesn't that mean I will be beaten to a pulp again?" Noah whimpered. "E—Emmy, I'm scared. I'm willing to help because I know this is also for the good of me, but I can't help to get scared."

"Don't worry about that one, Noah. You will be in a good hand," I said, trying to pacify him. "I'll make sure that you won't be beaten, at least not to a pulp, maybe one or two punches to make it believable for Miss Brittany Alba."

"How about the aftermath? Will I get roped with this scandal?" Noah asked again. He seemed to be that paranoid type, who always asked many questions before doing something in fear of messing up, and I approved that. You should always be careful in any situation. 

"You know that Thomas doesn't want anyone to know about what he did with you, right? And about Miss Alba… we will bait her to think that she is going to meet you in the school, something like an affair between student and teacher."

"I bet you 10 bucks that she will not tell anyone about her true intention coming to school late at night because she'd get fired for dating a student."

…

…

"I understand. I will do it," Noah suddenly said. 

"Whoa, that's so decisive, you won't ask more?"

"No, I believe in you, Emmy. You sound so confident about this plan. Besides, I already told you that I will help, because I'm also involved in this. I don't want to be bullied by Thomas forever."

'Good, because if you refused, then it'd be a lot harder to do this mission, and you'd probably kill yourself next year,' I said in my heart. 

"Well, since things have been decided, I will come up with better preparation. But for now, we already have everything that we need. The perpetrator, Thomas, and his gang. The victim, you, and the involuntary witness, Miss Brittany Alba. This will be perfect."

"I trust you, Em… also, please keep my sexuality and all my stories with Thomas a secret, even to Elise or Mona. I'm not ready to come out yet, at least not in high school."

"I understand, don't worry about it."

"Also… why are you betting only 10 bucks? That's not so convincing, don't you think?" Noah joked, and I could hear him giggling.

"H—Hey! That's how much money I have in my wallet right now!" I defended myself. I was also embarrassed, but whenever I wanted to speak about big money, my wallet automatically humbled me down. 

"Okay, okay, I was just joking, haha!" Noah laughed heartily. It seemed that he had already put down his worry for now. "Then, I'll be waiting for your next command, Emmy. Good luck with the plan."

"I'll call you later, Noah."

__Phone call ends__

I hung up the call and sighed because everything was perfect and well planned except for one thing. 

And that one thing was the damned money. 

Of course, I could always bait Thomas to come and beat up Noah without any offer. 

But that'd take out the shock factor. If Thomas knew that Noah was about to do something, he might as well find Noah somewhere and beat him up there, not in the designated place. 

The shock factor was important in this mission, and I needed to use real money to bait them to come. 

I checked my phone again and checked the last chat between me and that damned creep, the red rose man. 

He was my only way out when it came to money and other unattainable things, but I was still scared that he might want something in exchange. It was only my worn shirt before, but who knew what he would ask next?

But I really had no other way out to obtain money, so I took a deep breath and texted him.

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Emmy: I need your help.

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