Revenge, the final cut

Chapter 12

Dedication question is down below! If you get it right, you'll win a dedication to this chapter, its that simple.
Winner will be announced when I publish the next chapter, which is next week (15/7).

AN: Hi, I'd like to start off with somewhat of a weird topic. I know that all of us go through hard times, and especially the kind of people that are drawn to these types of stories have difficult moments in their lives. If this is the case, I am sorry I can't help you personally, but I can try. I know music has helped me get through a lot, and that's why with each chapter I'll link a song that has helped me. I know that most of you will have a different music taste to me, and that you will know most of the songs I'll suggest, but if there is a chance that even one of you guys will feel better, that is enough for me.
So for this week, the song 'revolution' by diplo , lyrics from 0:26- 1:20 ( sorry wattpad won't let me post a link)
Disclaimer: Joline will do something in this chapter, please, don't. I know my words are in vain if you're determined to do it. But it's a part of the story, at the same time I don't want to trigger anyone. To keep the trigger level to a minimum I've tried to leave outdetails.
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'Are you even trying today?' John said as he tackled me to the floor again.

Training today wasn't the same, last time I'd had a completely different image of John, and it was completely changing the atmosphere between us. To me he was a carefree adolescent, teaching at a dodgy fighting school, he seemed like a decent person. All that changed when I saw him and Ms. Crayson together. Not only was he cheating on his girlfriend Reyna, Ms. Crayson, the cheerful 20-something housewife, was also cheating on her husband.
I knew it wasn't my business and I knew it shouldn't affect me, but I didn't like being near someone like that, not at all.

I got up and didn't answer his question, he relaxed his arms and took of the black focus pads taped to him.

'Yo' He said, after I didn't reply. He then threw one of the focus pads my way.
I saw it coming my way but I didn't care enough to deflect it, it hit me with a soft thump and hit the floor.

' Fine Joline if you want to be like that, train without me.' He declared and left.

I wasn't purposely behaving rude towards him, but if I did happen to upset him in any way, I didn't feel bad about it. I looked at the floor and picked the focus pads up. I coudnt train with these by myself, I would need someone to spar with. This was not the way my training was supposed to go, I'd finally found a group to train with, given that they are between 5 and 10 years old, and I had a personal trainer. At least, the last one I wasn't sure of, I didn't know John that well and I didn't know if he'd want to do another session with me.

After I put the focus pads back in the storage room, I looked around as to what else I could practice with. The only thing I saw, for which I didn't need instructions or a partner, was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling.
Without a second thought I tried to punch it, it is not something I can recommend. My hand hurt like nothing I'd felt before and all I could feel was the throbbing, as it spread from my knuckles to my elbow.
Holding my hand in my other, all I could do was jump up and down a bit and say all kind of offensive things about the bag, to distract myself from the pain.
I decided that was enough for today, however it had not been useless. It awakened me to my goal, the lust for revenge I had towards Emma.

The plan I'd come up with the other day was simple and similar to the plan I'd executed before. I wanted to make an exploding pen and have the ink erupt all over Emma's face. I knew Emma's mannerism. Every class I'd ever followed in her presence started with her asking for the person next to her for a pen. I thought that if I put one around the area where she sat, before class, she might take it and start writing with it.
It made me feel like I was back on track, not distracted by who Ms. Crayson was spending her time with. However I had some doubts in my mind, ofcourse I couldn't just hand the pen to Emma, if I wanted the rest of my revenge to succeed, being incognito was crucial. Another thing that bugged me was the fact that someone was on to me. Who had left that tissue in the bathroom for Emma the other day when I emptied the bottle of water in her bag? Someone knew what I was up to, and I didn't like it.

I'd contemplated what to do next. Continue? Find out who was spying on me? Stop all together?
As long as the person wasn't a threat to me, I decided to continue, however I felt restricted in my actions, knowing someone was on to me.

That night, after a long shower and an awkward meal with my parents ( where were you? ), I was finally back in my room. I'd made 2 pens, one to try out now and one for tomorrow.
The contraption was quite simple, I pulled out the explosive part of a party-popper and linked it to the pen, so that if someone pulled of the cap, the ink would eject upon them. This idea was all thanks to a YouTube channel, belonging to two brothers.
The test went well, as soon as I pulled the cap of the pen the ink came out like a small fountain. It was daring, yet simple at the same time. The exact level up I needed. And with the calming thought of my resistance to Emma and her clique, I fell asleep.

The next morning I went to school and the day went by as usual, but as soon as the day ended I started to get more nervous. I wanted her to use the pen in a class in which I was present as well, after all, I wanted to see what I'd caused.
The last class of the day was Maths again, and when the classroom opened I slipped in before anyone else. I'd miscalculated the fact that the second I walked in, my classmates followed. This meant I wouldn't have time alone in the room to plant the pen. I panicked a bit, everything was falling apart.