Villainess In The Apocalypse: All The Male Leads Are Obsessed With Me

"Raven, seriously…" Carla was still speaking when Blair walked up to her and plucked the hanging cigarette from between her lips, then she stubbed it out and discarded it, while Carla gaped at her, frozen in shock.

"Cigarettes are bad for your lungs." Blair informed her, biting back the rest of the scolding threatening to leave her throat, cause she knows that would only weird Carla out even more, cause after all she doesn't know her villainess friend was no more, and in her place, was Blair.

Carla reared back, regarding her best like she had grown two heads overnight, cause she couldn't believe her ears, seeing as Raven was the one who taught her how to smoke and also got her addicted.

She frowned at Raven, wondering if something was wrong with her because she wasn't acting like her usual self today. Usually, after Carla comes to get her, they'd leave instantly to wreak havoc everywhere, then spend the rest of their day stalking their crushes.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Clara asked Raven tentatively, who nodded while raking a hand through her hair.

"Yes, just tired." Blair breathed out.

"Aren't we going to hurt that bitch Ivy anymore today?" Carla asked and Blair shook her head.

"No, I wanna sleep in so I'm afraid I wanna just get a lot of rest." She responded, almost laughing at the shocked expression Carla gave her.

"What about tonight's party? If you don't take care of Ivy, Micah will be all over her at the party." She pointed out, her eyes narrowed like she couldn't believe her ears.

"Actually, I don't think I'll show up. I'll just sleep throughout the rest of the day." Blair announced and Carla stepped forward to touch her forehead, a frown on her face.

"Are you really sure you're fine, Raven? Cause you've never skipped a party before, especially a chance to be around Micah, even when sick."

Blair stifled a snort. This Raven was surely a piece of work.

She grabbed Carla's hand and stepped closer. "Seriously, I'm fine, just tired."

She wants to tell Carla right now that she doesn't care about hurting ivy, or seducing the male leads of this story, but she feels like that might be too much a change for poor Carla in one day, and she might really start to think her friend had gone mad.

So, she'll ease her into it gently.

Carla still looked unsure but she nodded and headed for the door, and Blair heaved a relieved sigh.

"I'll come check on you tomorrow, okay? Get some rest and don't smoke any weed tonight." Carla called from the door, looking genuinely confused.

"Of course! Don't smoke too, you hear? Smoking is bad for your lungs." She called out.

Carla gave her one last weird look before leaving, and Blair finally relaxed a little.

Blair reminded myself to not judge Carla too much, cause she genuinely cared about raven. Blair remembered how they met in the story, Raven beat up the boys bullying Carla in kindergarten, then she and Carla became best friends and came to care for each other while doing everything together. In the story, Carla had instantly died in the apocalypse.

But what if Blair saved her this time? After all, she wasn't able to save her best friend in her past life, but she can do that in this life. And Carla actually has a kind heart anyway, seeing as she was a pure soul till Raven initiated her into doing evil things in the story.

So, saving Carla it is.

Raven turned around to fully regard the bedroom again, feeling disgusted by the ridiculous design of the bedroom. Raven's taste is surely horrible as hell.

As Blair stood before the mirror one last time, she decided that to start afresh in this new life, she needs to start by changing up her appearance, then cleaning up all the mess the original Raven caused.

Blair felt a little bad that this might mean she'd be turning the story around, but she doesn't care, cause she must save her ass in this new life.

"Raven." She called out to her reflection. She has to get used to being called that in this new life, which means the name 'Blair' would be no more.

When she finally moved away from the mirror, she found Raven's phone, logged into her bank account and gasped at the large balance.

That's a lot of money for a young girl, with a lot of zeros.

That's when she remembered that Raven's family in this story is extremely very well off. That made a grin split across her face.

This is more than enough money to use in starting to stock up!

She sat on the bed and ordered a hair dye first, cause no way would she be caught with such a bizarre hair color.

She was about to start ordering for other things before a thought hit her. Where would she store everything she buys to stock up for the upcoming apocalypse?

Once it hits, it's sure to destroy this house, so storing them here in her room was out of the question.

After thinking for long minutes and coming up with nothing, she decided she'll worry about that later tonight, feeling more thankful that there's still two whole weeks to fully plan and prepare for the apocalypse.

As she rose to her feet, she wistfully wished she could have an invisible space where she could store everything she'll stock up on, like some main characters in some of her favorite apocalypse stories did. Or a golden finger.

Knowing that was just her pushing her luck, she decided to go look through Raven's closet and throw out these ridiculous clothes that looked two sizes small, cause she'd rather chew rocks than be caught in clothes that scandalous.

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After the dye arrived, Raven dyed her hair back to its natural color: black. The strands were still very healthy and soft, and they went past her waist. She couldn't believe the villainess was fine with damaging this beautiful hair with dye, a length she'd have killed for in her past life. In her past life, her hair was blond but it didn't go past her shoulders, so she had to use extensions a lot.

She's trying to start referring to herself as Raven so she'll start getting used to that name, but she knows it's gonna be hard since she went thirty years as Blair.

In this story, Raven would be eighteen in a few months. Blair would have to get used to feeling this young again. So far, her back didn't hurt anymore when she bent or stood up, and she liked that a lot. She also realized that she has more stamina in this body, and she figured that was definitely because since Raven is a villainess, she spent most of her life fighting physically.

This is undoubtedly a plus for Blair, cause in her past life, she got tired very fast. Seriously, she could get tired from just sitting in a spot and doing nothing but thinking.

When she got up, she got dressed in the most decent clothes she could find in the closet, which was still too revealing in her opinion, but it would have to do. It was a crop top, but at least it completely covered the chest area. The black skirt was short, but at least it went a few inches past her ass.

The skimpy clothes left in the closet were tied up together, to be discarded later.

She looked around the room, grimacing at the edgy designs. She'd have liked to renovate his room into the dream room which her ex husband didn't let her have after they got married because he said it was too girly and reduced his masculinity.

However, with the apocalypse coming, she knows that's just gonna be a waste of time.

With that thought out of the way, she took in a deep breath and gripped the doorknob, prepared to step out of this room since she got reincarnated into this story.

Alright.

Here goes nothing…