84 Sunday Investigation (3)

"About this president of yours… it seems that you two are close enough to do his errand," Mason commented. He kept his gaze straight, but I knew that he was full ears on me. 

I found it weird that Mason's mood soured so quickly when he mentioned the president of the pottery club. Because we weren't even close enough to talk about it. 

So I just answered lightly, "That's because he's the owner of the club after he bought it. I can't disobey him, or else, he has a full right to kick me out of the club whenever he feels like it."

"You can just come to my club if you want. I'm sure they'll let you in."

Huh? Do you mean… the American Football Club full of jocks? The club that was closely connected with the Cheer club? Do you really want me to join that kind of hell hole? I'd rather stab my back with the flower fence again. 

Of course, that was the narrative in my head. I only replied with, "I'm okay in pottery club. I'm not really good with sports."