Our Secret Game

Chapter 7 - Revenge

Emma's POV:

I had spent time thinking about Justin.

Justin wasn't technically violent towards me but he could hurt you deeper than physical pain. He chose his words carefully and knew how to make you weak to you're knees -not in a good way-.

His reputation was everything and absolutely despised humiliation. And so I needed to break him where it hurt most. 

Reputation.

"On the field boys! Go!" Couch roared, blowing into the whistle. 

I decided to wait until soccer practice to take action. I had one chance and I was not about to waste it. 

Once the doors shut, I peeked inside the boys changing rooms, gagging at the smell. Cologne and sweat. Not a good mix.

"Ew, do they ever clean this place up." I mumbled to myself, stepping over towels. I searched the room, top to bottom, for Justin' locker. Finally finding it, I slot in his code. 

How I knew? Well, I've been planning this for a while. 

Pulling out his phone, I mentally groaned upon seeing the words 'enter pass-code'. I jot in various numbers, landing with no success. I glanced up at the locker, pressing my lips to a thin line. It's worth a try. 

Slowly, I tapped my fingers against the screen of his phone, jolting in his locker combination. A cheshire cat grin rose on my lips when the familiar click informed me it was right.

Action!

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I took a drag of my water, screwing on the cap and throwing it back in my bag.

Justin sat across the hall, on the familiar table I'd grown to recognise, with the people I'd grown to hate. 

"What'cha waiting for, princess?" Kyle inquired, tipping his head to the side. 

Kyle knew what I'd planned and he was more than anxious to see it in action. And although it was the oldest trick in the book, it would still work. 

I smiled, whipping out my phone, "absolutely nothing," and typing in the number of the person I'd grown to despise. 

While the boys had soccer, I switched Justin's ring tone and set it on full blast. 

Yes, it was childish but it was funny and embarrassing. What more could I want.

I held the phone to my ear, wasps erupting in my stomach. The lunch hall suddenly muted as the lyrics of 'I'm a barbie girl' blasted out of Justin' speakers.

All eyes turned to the popular's as each one of them eyed each other. In a flash, Justin whipped out his phone, declining the call. 

The hall of students burst into laughter, toppling over. Kyle threw himself off the seat, rolling on the ground and clutching his stomach. Max too laughed but he seemed to have control on what he was doing. 

I myself laughed just by the reaction of Justin himself. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed, lost. 

-Flashback-

My first day of high school. 

I walked in, looking around. 

Spotting Dan, I ran over to him, smile glued to my face. He turned to see me, his smile suddenly morphing into a smirk. His hands reached out and he shoved me back. I tripped on my feet, landing on the ground with an 'Omph'.

Tears brimmed my eyes as I watched him laugh and high-5 the boys he was with. I scrambled to my feet, wiping the tears with the back of my hand.

He shot me a look of pure hate and turned away, walking down the hall. One of the boys he was with -who he called Justin- glared at me as he scoffed, "pathetic bitch," he spat, walking away from me. 

-Flashback end-

I stood up from my seat and swung my bag over my shoulder.

Kyle eyed me carefully, "what are you doing?"

I smiled at him, "what I've been waiting to do for so long" and made my way over to the table where Justin sat with a few others. 

I leaned on the table with both my hands. All eyes flew to me but I focused my eyes on Justin, burning my eyes into Justin'. 

I ran my tongue across my teeth, tipping my head to the side. "How's that for a pathetic bitch?" I asked, smirking. 

His eyes widened in realisation and from the corner of my eye, I noticed Dan stiffen. 

Pushing off the table, I tore my eyes away from him and walked out the hall.