Marching Band: The Journey [EDITING]

29 - Senior Pranks

Why is it that just when everything is going terrible, it gets even worse?

Exams came racing up behind all of us. We're seniors and our graduation is before they begin, not that we have to take them. It's just all seniors get looped into school activities the teachers put together for one last you-can-all-get-along. According to past seniors, aka Diana and Em's sister, it's the same every year. Boring ice-breakers we've played at the beginning of every year in every class. A chance to mark the halls for the last time before we leave, with art. And a new thing our lovely senior president thought of: a showcase for our last chance to show your talent before school for another four torturous years of school. Apparently, a few seniors get to crown a few juniors into the holy grail of their high school experience.

However, me being me, I manage to convince our group of friends to be a little mischievous. We could use a distraction with the future looming over us. Plus, I've been wanting to prank this school since I started here. I inform them of my plans, adjusting a few with some new ideas. Besides myself, Ethan and Reese are the most excited.

When the week of senior activities is upon us, I refrain doing a number of things. Groaning when I realize I have to sit through a droning speech by a bunch of teachers I won't care about after I walk across that stage. Smirking from the multiple devious plans rotating in my head as I pass numerous familiar spots in this school. Smiling at the thought of all the memories, good and bad. Crying from the sudden coldness when I realize I'll be leaving this place in two weeks.

I greet a very happy Em with an equally as happy Carson, nod a greeting to Ethan and Reese, waving at Phillip before I'm pulled into a familiar alcove. Tony captures my lips and steals my attention. We haven't any alone time since Friday night after Carson came clean. So I revel in this intoxicating feeling as his hands travel lower than their usual spot on my hips. When he first pulled me here, I was leaning against him with his back to the wall. Now, whether it's from need of dominance or want of no teachers not disturbing us, he pushes me back until I'm against the wall.

His hands continue to travel all across my body, wrinkling my shirt in the process. Not that I mind when his lips are driving me mad. With confidence and a smirk, I have my right arm around his neck with my hand in his hair as cover. Meanwhile, my left arm is traveling down his torso until I reach when his shirt meets his pants. He must know what I'm planning to do because I can feel his excitement digging into my thigh.

The sound of the warning bell rings through the air, a shrilling sound breaking us apart. We chuckle at each other before heading to our homerooms. Austin has become lenient with the curriculum. Gone are the books and learning, and since exams are coming up for junior members, it's become more of a study hall. The band room is unlocked due to Farrior coming in early as always. Leaving Austin to stroll in late with a wrinkled shirt.

That's unlike him.

While he's busy settling in with his stuff, I grab the keys to slip into the booster room for a treat. I return skillfully silent, returning the keys to their original spot before he notices they're missing. Once's at his table, laptop in front of him as the rest of the class continues their chattering or studying, I place my stolen present in front of him. He looks up, sending me a smile in gratitude. Nothing could pick him up better then a nice diet coke.

I settle into the older rolling chair, an old one of his since he got a new one, and pull up across from him. After realizing I wouldn't leave, he closes the lid of his laptop slightly to stare at me. When he grows tired, or irritated, at the silence, I smirk. With the kindest smile I can, I explain to him my plan to which he eagerly agrees. Apparently Austin isn't a huge fan of school either. Once I have his word, I send a text to the group chat.