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Rachel Amber 🤝 Reader

Summary: Complete and utter shit. I was sleep deprived for the entirety of writing this.

Warnings: Swearing. Can’t remember anything else.

Rachel is always up for a new adventure, no matter how crazy it might be. She's always dragging me into her latest conspiracy theory or hare-brained scheme. It keeps me on my toes, so I don't have much to complain about.

Our day had been a relaxed one, we had breakfast in the diner, visited the newborn ducklings near the docks, and sat on the bench overlooking the ocean next to the lighthouse. In the setting sun, the sky coloured with beautiful hues, sit back and take in the view.

There was a slight breeze keeping our hair out of our faces as waves crashed against the rocks below us. In this moment of relaxation, our shoulders gently brush against one another.

We sit there for a long time, just enjoying each other's company and the peacefulness of the moment. It's wonderful being able to just sit and talk, without having to worry about anything else in the world.

You can tell we don't have too long before sunset, Rachel turns to me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Eventually, Rachel speaks up, her voice filled with excitement. "I've been thinking... we should do something fun"

I grin at her, "Where to this time?" I sigh, hiding any excitement in my tone.

"Blackwell,"

"Oh wow. Thrilling." I chuckle, facing the ocean again.

"You haven't heard the idea yet!"

I raise my eyebrows, giving her the hint to explain whatever was going on in her head.

"Okay, so..."

She waffles on about the plan for a solid 10 minutes, with no pause, no break, I'm not even sure she was breathing while talking.

"I kind of already started putting it together so you have no choice... You down?"

"Totally," I smirk, the idea of potentially getting into trouble got my blood pumping.

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Monday came around, and Rachel and I rocked up to school in casual attire, showing up to our first two lessons as we would every other day.

"Okay, we go to third period, just like the rest of the day, nobody can look in our bags, we can't have Victoria Chase running up to Wells." She begins, "Meet me after your lesson in the gym closet, and then we'll begin." She reminds me, "Oh, and don't forget to tell Warren about it, he could be a good addition if it turns out shit." She adds.

"Right. May the Gods guide you, spirited one." I fist bump her and make my way to my science class.

I'm greeted at the door by Ms Grant, "Hey, Y/n. Long time no see." She teases, I'm not exactly one for showing up to her lessons.

I take my seat next to Warren and nudge him, "What's up?"

He looks up from his phone, "Not much, life's been a drag lately. My parents are coming to visit, I got a B- on my test, and Max won't go ape with me!" He complains with a huff.

"Oh, boo-fucking-hoo. How about I make your life better." I smile, the plan was too good.

"Uh- um. Y/n, you're a good friend and all, but, I just-" He stumbles, his face completely red and his flailing arms topping it all off.

"Ew, no. I mean, me and Rachel are setting up something."

"Oh... cool. Setting up what?"

"Okay, I'll put it into short words for your B- mind. Prank call. Glitter bugs. Conditioner from 1975. Lawn mower maniac. Best macho-man wrestling competition, with a sprinkle of a mariachi band. In-fest-ation." I grin.

"Y/n, are you having a stroke?"

"No! I just fucking explained it to you." I playfully hit his arm.

"Well, I'm really confused but I'm all for it." He agrees. I continue to go into depth about it.

I send a quick text to Rachel, just checking she hasn't backed out, and she responds at the speed of light with a paragraph containing how awesome it's going to be.

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I quickly slip into the gym closet, unnoticed, and I'm met by the blonde talking to someone on her phone, "Yes, they will be held at Blackwell academy- Uh, yes I just said that. Of course, you can bring your friend too, as long as they're entering the contest, okay? Good luck." She rolls her eyes at the speaker but smiles once she makes eye contact with me.

"You brought the phone?"

I dig through my bag in search of the burner phone, digging out the small black device and handing it to Rachel. "Right, I'll get started, you get up into the ceiling."

"Gotcha."

I rummage through the shelves of the gym closet, trying to find something suitable to get into the ceiling panels with. I find a pretty big box that's 100% for the job.

During my attempt to lug the box out of its space, Rachel's voice distracts me.

"Has Blackwell academy experienced an observation within the last 4 months?" She interrogates the person on the other end of the call (Mr Wells) with her best adult voice. Her eyebrows furrow with each exaggerated word that leaves her mouth. All that acting really paid off.

I pull out the box and place it underneath the loosest ceiling panel, judging by looks.

I continue to slowly climb up, using my phone's flashlight into the space beyond and see the complete and utter darkness. I keep climbing until I'm completely in the ceiling. It's a dusty old crawlspace, but I'll have to suck it up.

"Well, the school has had an anonymous report on Blackwell's health and safety guidelines being disrupted, I recommend you obtain an observation soon. You will be receiving a call later on today, It is my duty to alert you of this issue and to advise you to deal with it within the day." Rachel continues, hanging up the phone.

"Hey Rach?"

"Yes, light of my life?" I hear her giggle in return

"I think I just saw a spider."

"Yeah, there's probably loads up there. You'll be fine."

"No Rachel," I stick my head towards the gap left by the missing ceiling panel, my eyes burning into Rachel's, "I will not be fine. I'm fine with, rats, cats, bats and gnats, but not fucking bugs, I did not sign up for this!"

Rachel scoffs, rolling her eyes, "Come on, you can't chicken out now Y/n."

I groan, continuing my journey to where I predict the hallway is. Once I feel I'm far enough, I reach into my bag, taking out as many small dispensers as I could and placing them down next to me. Most of them contained bug-shaped glitter, and a few of them contained some weird gooey substance with small black beads in, acting as glitter-bug eggs.

I slide my fingers in between the crevices of the ceiling panels, creating a tiny gap. Enough to stand the dispenser's nozzles between.

I continue to crawl through the ceiling and place the dispensers until there were no more to go.

I gently take a hold of a small red string attached to the nozzle of each and every dispenser, once that string is pulled, the contents of the dispensers will be released. It's genius.

I carefully reverse crawl back to above the gym closet, red string held lightly in my hand as I climb out.

"Thought you go lost up there," Rachel smiles once I'm on the ground, ", looks like you got a little dust allergy there, Y/n/n." She gestures to my florescent red arms.

"Worth it." I grin.

"Okay, come on, we've got more work to do. I've got to go chat to Samuel and make sure he's cutting the grass where the band and competition are going to be. And-"

"I know, I know. I've got to go ruin some bitches hair." I finish her sentence.

"Good girl, now remember. It should be their half day, so it's going to be soon that they go for a shower, be quick." Rachel warns me.

"No like literally. Run." She urges me, pushing me out the door.

I jog to the dormitories, slowing down when I notice Bitchtoria's trio of bitches. Sadly, she clicks onto my presence. "Hey whore, committed any crimes today? Of course besides the ones against fashion that you seem to be a professional at." She hisses, her little minions giggling at her harsh words.

"I may have, Victoria. I may have." I answer with a smirk.

"Whatever," She huffs, ", get lost, I can't stand seeing your face."

"Anything for you," I respond, returning to the task at hand and walking through the dorm doors and almost sprinting up the stairs.

As I make my way to Courtney's room I reach into my hair, pulling out a hairpin that should come in handy and letting my hair loose.

I try the door handle to her room but, unsurprisingly, she didn't lock it. I mean, what am I expecting, the girl doesn't even know her lefts and rights.

I slip into the room undetected, and oh my God. Her room gives me the chills. It's like normal and everything but there are like 8 photos of dogs, and none of them are of the same dog, I wouldn't be shocked if they weren't even hers.

I put my many questions revolving around her room to the side and search for Courtney's wash bag, finding it sitting on her desk. I reach in taking out a small pink bottle of her conditioner. I empty it into a container and fill the bottle up with the new conditioner, very... very new. 1975 to be exact. If I'm being completely honest, I don't think Courtney deserves this as much as the other 'friends', but the more the merrier, am I right?

I leave the room, my next victim being Taylor, who actually had enough common sense to lock her door.

I unlock the door, and immediately try to find her conditioner. I doubt I have long left before everything kicks off so I best be quick. Taylor's wash bag hiding underneath a bunch of dirty clothes, that I simply just kick aside. I finish the business and leave, walking down the dorm to Victoria's room. I pull out the hairpin once more and insert it into the keyhole,

"What are you doing?" A voice questions from behind me. I freeze solid.

"I left my phone in her room." I turn around to face the stranger.

Juliet the fucking reporter, I can either win this (which I most likely will, I never lose) or I can lose this (tiny chance).

"Why would you be in her room anyway?" She digs.

"What's with all the questions, Watson? I've got places to be."

I continue shoving my pin into the keyhole, clicking up all the smaller locks until it finally opens. "Y/n, tell me what you're doing. I can see your phone in your back pocket, so there's clearly another reason." She reasons in a slightly higher voice, luring out Dana from her room, "Hey, what's going on?" She stands outside the door in her cheerleading uniform.

"She won't tell me what she's up to."

She examines me for a moment, "Well if she's broke into Victoria Chase's room there's clearly a very good reason."

Kill me already, I can't be getting caught I'm so close.

As if on cue, I hear the bitchy voices from outside of the dormitory door.

"Please, I am begging you. Give me a bit of time to do what I have to and distract them, I'll tell you everything once I'm done." I beg, I've never sounded more pathetic in my life.

Juliet's face showed she was going to resist but Dana pulls her aside to go distract the trio. I quietly close the door and rummage through the shelves in her room for her conditioner. I soon find it in, of course, a designer wash bag, typical.

I pour the conditioner out and put the absolutely disgusting new one in.

The pretty loud quarrel distracts me as I put away any evidence that may be deemed suspicious, "Nice bruises on your knees where'd you get them, whore?" I hear Victoria's mumbled voice screech through the door.

Well shit, they were meant to get her away from the fucking door. How am I meant to get out now?

I look around the room for anywhere to hide or to escape, yeah, definitely no black void scheduled to show up out of nowhere and teleport me outside the dorms. A girl can dream.

"You're just upset you don't get any play, virgin-slut." I hear Juliet bite back.

Okay, so I either hide under her bed like a creep or go skydiving out the window and hope there are some bushes for me to land on.

Neither sound too appealing but I've gotta go with the second option. Lifting up the window and throwing my bag out, probably breaking everything inside of it. I pull myself up and slide my legs through the window, letting my feet find themselves along the small white rims. I shuffle to the right just until I reach the window of Kate's room.

If she's in I could climb through into her room and then go fetch my bag later. Okay, easy. Not completely terrifying at all.

I can feel my feet slowly slipping and it's getting exhausting doing some sort of dance with my feet just to cling on.

I let my hands grasp the sides of her window frame, one hand letting go to urgently knock on her window. I see the poor girl scared half to death by the knock and falling off her chair.

"Hey, Kate!" I shout, her eyes catching mine and a visible sigh of relief leaving her mouth before she scrambles off the floor to the window I'm clinging onto dear life for. I signal for her to open the window with my hand and she does so within an instance.

"Y/n, what are you doing!" Her voice full of concern as she opens the window.

"Potentially saving my own life." I laugh, still hanging off the window frames.

"Give me your hand." She urges, taking my hand while I lean through the window face first. I let the top half of my body fall into the girl's room.

Kate laughs as I land in front of her, she quickly pulls me to her chest and hugs me as tight as she possibly can.

"Oh my goodness, you scared me! Now tell me why-"

"I snuck into Victoria's room and she was going to burst in, I had no choice," I answer her question before she managed to say it.

"Right, I really need to go, we'll catch up later, alright?" I smile, giving her a friendly peck on the cheek before I rush out of the room.

I look to my left and see Juliet and Dana awaiting my return post-argument, they both share a baffled expression, that I'll have to explain later. But for now, get bag, and find Rachel.

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"So, is it-"

"Done." I finish for her aggressively.

Rachel rolls her eyes, "What's up your ass?"

"I have just been through hell and back, I am traumatised Rachel. Traumatised. You should've seen Courtney's interior design. The smell of that conditioner I have had to experience, not once, not twice but thrice!" I huff, eyes wide open.

"Wow, you're a trooper, Y/n/n." She chuckles at my seriousness.

"Oh, and to top it all off, Victoria almost fucking caught me, and I'm sure I'm going to be in Juliet's newspaper.

"Shoulda-" She tries to butt in, but, oh no, I'm not letting this one go easily. She's had it easy so far.

"Not finished yet, Amber. I had to climb out of a fucking in Victoria's room and shuffle down to Kate's. Do you know how much space there is for your feet on those walls?" I question.

"No, I don't" She answers, clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

"Not fucking much..." I finish

"You finished yet? The mariachi band is about to make their entrance, and Samuel should come in after them, and then the frenzy will begin. Within the time Samuel starts a riot and Wells witnesses, the referee of the macho-wrestlers should begin the first fight while he's distracted. Then we can begin the infestation. And, of course, the troublesome trio will be running up to Well's on a warpath." She explains for the like 70th time today.

"Right, message me when I should pull the string." I request, referencing the glitter- bug string.

I wander inside the school to the gym closet, but inside I notice Warren. I walk in and close the door behind me, "What're you doing?" I ask him, confused as to why he's here.

"Okay, don't be mad, well, I don't think you will. If anything you'll-" He waffles on, saying anything but the point.

"Spit it out, Graham."

"I made the infestation way more realistic-"

"Don't say you put real bugs in." I groan and my fingers massage my temples.

"No, I'm not a monster. I've planted more around the school and put a chemical in the glitter bug dispensers that can give off different reactions depending on the force. So, say it hit the floor, it'll make a bang. And if it reaches past its boiling point, which is 12 degrees Celsius, it'll release methane, so basically farts and create small coloured clouds." He speaks passionately, my head raised at his speech, my arm dropping back down to its side.

What an absolute legend, I begin to thank him for his work but a notification from Rachel giving me to go interrupts me. I pull the string while Warren presses a small makeshift mechanical button.

We immediately leave the gym closet and notice the chaos achieved already. We jog over to the entrance, Rachel waves us over to view the menace caused to Blackwell. Samuel running away from the mariachi band with his lawn-mower, while students think some sort of bug is going to kill them, and not to forget a hundred macho-wrestlers going at it (not like that you horny shits) on the floor.

And still yet to come, Victoria and her friends' little hair issue. The three of us walk down to the dormitory courtyard as Victoria's volcanic fury beings to erupt.

We watch numerous students exit the dorm to escape the trio's wrath, some getting caught in the crossfire. The three storm out through the doors, growling at any who dared them in the eye. Their hair soaked and... well, you know, covered in (at this point) nuclear conditioner from the dinosaur ages.

"I will find out whoever did this, and they will fucking pay!" Victoria screeches, balled fists ready to swing at anybody who dared oppose her.

"For the record, I didn't do this," I chime in, just to push her that tiny bit over the edge.

"Shut your damn mouth," She yells, her face red with anger.

"Hey, no need to be like that, hair is washable, y'know." Warren speaks up trying to hide a cheeky grin, gaining a scoff and shrug from the three of them as they leave.

Screams follow their trail, and Mr Wells' voice is soon added to the mix. "Victoria, I do not have time for your personal issues at the moment. Can't you see, " He gestures his hand to the courtyard chaos unfolded before him, ", Blackwell is currently under some major stress and I don't need you on my late as well." He raises his voice.

Rachel and I sit back on a bench, Warren wandered off to go try and impress Max of his partaking in the mayhem. We view Mr Madsen's poor attempts to disrupt the wrestling competition, while Mr Wells' fails to calm down Samuel. And if I look close enough, I can still see students patting small glitter bugs off of their clothes. "This'll keep me happy for a while, I think." Rachel speaks proudly, a quiet tone in her voice as she takes delight in the view.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" I ask, turning my attention back to Rachel.

"Well, it's been a long day, we could go to the lighthouse." She suggests, stretching out her arms.

"Sounds good." I shrug, climbing off the bench.

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We sit on the bench next to the lighthouse just as we had done two days ago. My mind wanders back to the events of earlier today, eyes slowly falling shut as I zone out. Rachel's loud waffling now quiet out-loud thoughts put me to sleep.

See, the good thing about Rachel's adventures is she never gets bored, ever. Well, she does, but only because she has no one to talk to. I, however, it gives me a good night of rest. Win-Win.

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