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"I know few people in the police force. I can get them to raid the place where the time comes."

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"Sometimes, I wonder what kind of secret you have behind me, Logan Walker," I squinted at him suspiciously. The more he talked, the more I had a question in my head about his true identity. 

He seemed to be convincing enough when he said that he had a connection with the police force. What kind of high school boy had a connection with the police force? Was his dad the police commissioner or what?

"You shouldn\'t ask about something you can\'t afford to know," Logan gazed straight into my eyes. I could sense a bit of hostility from him, but I wasn\'t scared at all.

In fact, I got even more curious. I had nothing to lose anyway. A small threat like that wouldn\'t scare me. 

"What kind of thing I can\'t afford to know anyway? I\'m just a small, insignificant high school girl that wouldn\'t make any impact even if I know your secret," I challenged him. 

Logan\'s expression turned ugly at a visible rate. He definitely didn\'t like it.

"Just stop asking and focus on your own stuff. I\'m here to help, not to be investigated by an insignificant high school girl."

I scoffed mirthlessly, "Fine, let\'s just continue with our plan. Since you said that you have a connection with the police force. Then I trust you to raid their hideout and catch Leah and her goons red-handed. So there is no way for her Daddy to save her ass now."

"But first, we still need three things…." I pointed at the box of crystal meth. "You need to plant evidence in Leah\'s house, and I will do the same in Boxing Club room. You also need to get the location of that hideout from Leah\'s mouth. I\'ve asked someone from her club, and he said only the selected one can gain access there. And third, you also need to contact the police to raid the hideout during their recreational activity."

I explained everything, and Logan only stared at me with a stupid grin on his face.

"What?"

"Heh, Emmelyn Jones, do you not realize the amount of workload I have to do compared to yours? I have three jobs while you only have one. I demand compensation in exchange for my service," Logan said.

"Huh, compensation? What kind? You know I don\'t have money."

"Well…" Logan stood from the ground and walked towards me. He covered my body with his broad shoulder, giving me the feeling that he was trying to dominate me. 

"W—What? Stay away!"

"I want my compensation from you, Emmelyn Jones," Logan said with a devious smirk on his face. He kept walking forward, forcing me to take a few steps back until my back hit the wall. 

For some reason, this position reminded me of what happened between Mason and me because he also locked me in the same position. 

"You know, I will never work for free with anyone in my life. Everything has its price, is it not? And I am a lot more expensive than you think."

"… What do you want?" I asked. I stay guarded with my fist clenched. If this man was going to kiss me or, even worse, harass me. I would punch him right on the nose. 

Logan\'s devious smirk grew even wider. He leaned in until our nose was about to touch, then he said, "Do me a favor and stop chatting with another guy, won\'t you?"

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"Huh?" I thought I misheard it. "You want me to stop chatting with another guy? As if I have one in the first place."

"You don\'t?" Logan looked surprised. "You seriously don\'t have anyone you\'re chatting with right now?"

"Nope. What gives you the idea that I have someone else I\'m chatting with right now? Besides, even if I do, what\'s the importance of our mission? You\'re not making sense at all."

"That\'s because you\'re beauti—Urgh! Whatever! Fine, I\'ll trust what you say that you don\'t have anyone you\'re chatting with right now! Don\'t chat if there\'s any man who tried to approach you in the future," Logan warned me. "It\'s… uh… it\'s dangerous for an idiot like you!"

"Okay, whatever," I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I was chatting with that red rose man and Mason Hall, but they didn\'t count because I didn\'t have any intention to befriend them in the first place. 

Well, maybe Mason could be a bit forceful, I guess…

"Fine, keep your words, Emmelyn Jones!" Logan warned again. I wondered what made him work up so suddenly, but I just nodded with a little shrug, what a ridiculous guy. 

In the end, we split the box of crystal meth in two. He carried half of the meth while I carried the rest back to the main building and finished the few remaining classes until evening. I saw Mason on the yard, still practicing like usual, accompanied by the cheers of his ever-growing fangirls (and a few fanboys) that didn\'t seem to know the boundary. 

I saw him glancing at me, and his eyes lingered around me, so I dashed as fast as possible to leave school.

I wanted to chat with him tonight, hoping that he would help me somehow, though I wouldn\'t tell him about my real plan. I didn\'t want to involve someone innocent here. 

**

I was greeted by the sight of Grandma sitting on her rocking chair. When she saw me, her face brightened, and she showed me something in her hand, another red rose.

"Emmy! That dreamy man told me to give you this today. He wants to show how much he loves you!" Grandma said, full of vigor.

I stared at the red rose and asked, "Grandma… didn\'t I tell you not to accept that red rose man anymore?"

"Huh? Why? He is a good man, Emmy. And he loves you unconditionally! I\'ve never seen someone as sincere as him!"

\'Well, Grandma, because that man was a frickin weirdo! He literally wants my plaid shirt in exchange for a box of crystal meth enough to send someone to their death sentence! Do you think that kind of man is trustworthy?!\' 

Well, that was what I had inside my head, but I didn\'t have the guts to tell her the real reason. 

I didn\'t know what that red rose man did to my Grandma that made her so devoted to making us a match. Because she was always passive. Grandma\'s health is failing every day in my previous life, and there seemed to be no way for her to maintain her health. 

But she looked so lively and healthy here, especially when talking about that red rose man. 

…

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself and tolerating whatever shit that red rose man was doing because he was obviously a lot more powerful than what I expected. 

I accepted the red rose and helped Grandma to get up and walk inside. 

Grandma was a lot healthier than usual. She could walk a few more steps without taking a break, which was miraculous for us. 

"Grandma, you seem to be healthier," I commented.

"Of course, dear, I need to get healthy because I want to see your wedding with your future husband after all," Grandma chuckled happily while I froze on the spot for a while. 

I laughed dry in response and then started cooking for dinner. Truly, Grandma\'s reaction to that red rose man only made me a lot more alert than before.

What kind of powerful man he was? I really doubted that he was around my age, knowing his capability. But I saw him in the dark before, even though I couldn\'t completely see his face, I knew that he was around my age, probably a bit older.

**

I didn\'t want to overthink that red rose man. There was something more demanding than caring about a stalker right now. 

I sat on the bed after taking a bath, fiddling with my phone. I was thinking about a good opening sentence to persuade Mason into giving me that key, so I could enter the Boxing Club room to plant those evidence. 

I knew that Mason was completely oblivious about a devious plan like these. Although I could sense that he was a lot deeper than what met the eyes, he was still a regular high school student in the end. 

"Maybe I should ask him whether he is going to practice on the weekend or not…."

I readied myself and then pressed the dial on his contact. 

Then Mason Hall picked up the call after a few beeps. 

—Phone Call__

"G—Good evening, Em," Mason greeted me first. He sounded nervous and was vastly different from Mason that I met in the school today. 

"Hi, Mason…"

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…

Okay, this was awkward. Mason was a lot more awkward than I expected. And I thought I was the quiet kid here. 

"E—Em, did you have your dinner? I—Is there something I can help?"

"Ah yeah, I want to ask about something….." I darted my eyes at the box of crystal meth on the table and assured myself. "Are you free on the weekend?"