The Only Way

Prologue

Trouble was never something Macy Adams thought she would cause as a teen. It was more of a 'spur of the moment' thing. A well-planned 'spur of the moment' thing. She needed a change and over the years she discovered that if there was one thing she absolutely excelled at, it was trouble. With her two best friends by her side she could do anything without getting caught, or so she thought.

This brings us to now, where she sits in a car with her best friends since kindergarten, Joyce Miles and Blake Alexander.

Joyce was quite like Macy—outgoing, playful, and most of all, loud. Those two were as thick as thieves and constantly planning something. She was the mastermind and planned most of the things they would pull. There was only one thing that kept them from jail though, which brings us to the third side of this troubled trio.

Blake Alexander was the sanest in the group and there was no denying it. As someone who managed to keep everything relatively calm, you don't want to see him drunk. When he's had a few drinks, he becomes just as troublesome as the other two. He was easy to persuade, and drinking wasn't something he necessarily hated so it happened quite often. Luckily for the other two, he was also very persuasive. 90% of the time he's the reason they aren't thrown out of school. The other 10% was sheer luck.

So here they were, driving two hours to Major High with 15 five-gallon buckets full of glitter in the back of Blake's red Sedan.

They didn't go all out on pranks very often but when they did, Major High was their biggest target. Their whole town got a kick out of their pranks, though their principle did not like the phone calls he got afterward about the damage it did.

This time they planned to leave behind something that would make them remember tomorrow forever. If you know anything about glitter, you know that you can never get rid of it. It stays. Forever.

They were an hour and a half into their drive and Joyce was singing along to Maroon 5 at the top of her lungs. It was annoying the two around her greatly and she knew it. Singing wasn't Joyce's strong point, so she decided to do it as often as possible.

"You know I love you but if I hear another thing about a damn payphone, my ears may start bleeding." Blake says through clenched teeth, internally begging she would take the hint and shut up. She didn't.

If anything, she sang louder. Eyes closed and spirit high.

They all knew it was only a matter of time till Macy would snap, they just didn't expect it to be so soon.

Two hands reached around the headrest of the passenger seat, one containing duct tape. All Joyce heard before she couldn't move her head, nor speak to complain about it, was the ripping of tape being stretched across her face. Macy wrapped the tape around her head and the headrest three times.

Blake let out a sigh and leaned his head back trying to soothe a headache he already had. He holds up a hand towards the back seat, getting a high five from Macy.

Macy knew how he was. He enjoyed quiet most of the time and when he was loud he was either drunk or having a really good time. This was one of those times they had to beg him to come and bring a bottle of vodka, so he can at least get buzzed.

After some almost silent 20 minutes, the only noise being the muffled sounds of Joyce's curses, they finally make it to Major.

They had adrenaline pumping through their blood and Joyce, who could now speak, giving them a pep talk.

"We've got this! Let's go show those good for nothing Rebels that the Wildcats are where it's at!" Joyce shouts, getting shushed by Blake seconds after, who wasn't drunk enough yet to scream and was sober enough to know what would happen if they got caught.

It was the night before their last game against Major and tampering with their stuff was a big no-no. It wasn't like they were going to destroy their gear, but they were banned from the premises any time before the games to prevent exactly what they were doing now.

"This may be a bad idea, you guys. We could get caught." Blake slurs, the drinks starting to kick in.

"We're going to be fine. We always are. In, out, and done. The fun begins the next day." Macy says with a reassuring tone, trying to calm the nerves of a boy she knew would be worry free after two more sips. She even took a few herself.

This was the end of her junior year and she'd be damned if she got arrested for breaking and entering.

"Okay, let's go. I'm going to climb through the second-floor window. They don't lock those. I'll let you guys in afterward. Their alarm system doesn't go off if the doors are opened from the inside."

Macy clips the can of blue party string to her belt and walks around to the back of the school. She finds the drain pipe she's been looking forward to climbing for years. It wasn't sturdy, but she was drunk enough to risk it.

She starts climbing, almost falling off twice, but she finally makes it. She falls through the window and hits her foot on one of the desks, screaming curses. She knew the school would be empty at this time, with everyone preparing for the game tomorrow, and wasn't worried about any type of security.

She sticks her head out of the classroom and looks around for effect. She sneaks around, spraying cameras here and there, till she gets to the door. She lets Joyce and Blake through one of the side doors and they start running towards the equipment room, giant glitter buckets in hand.

They have been doing this for so long that they knew this school like they knew their own.

When they reach the double doors next to the locker rooms Blake gets on his knees and starts picking the lock. It comes open with a satisfying click and they rush in, buckets of glitter in hand.

They finish what they came here to do and turn around. They leave the buckets in the back of the equipment room, a precaution if they get caught, which they did.

When they opened the door, they were faced with a flashlight. Standing before them was Mr. Loyola, Major High's principle. He was pissed.

"Seriously?!" He screamed. It echoed throughout the hallways and made the three flinch.

"I don't see what you're so upset about," Macy says calmly. "You caught us before we could do anything." Lying was another thing she excelled at.

He walked around the room checking everything.

Almost everything, Macy thought.

"Go home. I don't want to see you guys back here. It's the last week of your junior year, why the itch to cause trouble?" His eye twitched as his foot tapped rhythmically on the white time. It was obviously a rhetorical question, so they didn't answer.

They all piled into Blake's car, the buzz gone and headaches in their place, ready to get home.

The last thought on all their minds before they all crashed at Macy's house was the game tomorrow. 

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A/N Hi! The rest of the book will be Macy's point of view, this is just to get to know these three.