Behind the Crazy

WARNING: Major ranting in the beginning, but don't worry, it's not pointless, it actually ties in with the chapter!

Crazy 2

"If I had a unicorn, I would name it Zezzy." I said to my friends at the lunch table the next day.

"What?" My closest friend, Kennedy, asked, giving me a strange look.

"You asked me what I would name a unicorn. Zezzy is a cool name," I explained to her.

"I never asked you that.." She said and took a bite out of her pizza, earning a disqusted look from another friend of ours, Beth. She claimed that school food was poisoned, but I think that if you close your eyes and make a wish, it will taste fine!

 "How can you eat that stuff!" She exclaimed. "It's atrocious!" As they argued about the food, I went off into my head and thought of important things.

Like my imaginary unicorn, Zezzy. Zezzy would be blue and have a rainbow tail and horn. She would be really fun to play with and we could go all around town giving people free rides. No wait, not free, five dollars each so that I could buy another unicorn. Then she would have a buddy, his name would be Greg. Just cause I like the name Greg. They would make babies and one of them, named Tila, would be a trouble maker. Me and Tila would sneak away from home and use the extra money that we got from the unicorn rides and buy spray paint. Then we would spray paint peoples cars and never get caught.

My fantasy was interrupted by silence. Everyone at my table had gone quiet, which was very unusual.

"Why is it so quiet?" I asked. "Are we about to have a flash mob?!" I looked around me frantically, hoping to see dancing people, but instead I saw Sexy, sitting in the seat next to me.

"Hey Sexy!" I said to him. "How did you get there so fast.. are you a magician?"

"Umm no." he said. Well that sucks. I would have loved to go to his shows. I like seeing the assistants being sawed in half. Makes me laugh.

"So, um, what do you want?" I asked. I was curious as to why he was sitting here. He had never done that before and it was kind of strange.

"I want to know why you aren't chasing me around," he stated.

"Well, I haven't played a game of tag since I was like fifteen but if you really want to I can-"

He cut me off by saying, "No, I don't mean it like that. It's just that.. after I kiss you, you're supposed to follow me around. That's kind of the rule- wait did you say fifteen?" he asked.

"Yes."

He looked around the table and at my friends. He mouthed something to them, but I couldn't make it out. It looked like 'Butt is bong bit this nirl?'

But that doesn't make any sense.

My friends gave him sheepish laughs and blushed. Jeez, why are they embarrased.

"You wanna have some fun?" I asked him suddenly. An idea just popped into my head.

A smirk played on his lips. "What kind of fun?" He asks.

"Depends. Do you happen to have any spray paint?"

"Okay, we have to be really quiet, or we could get caught." I told Sexy. We had both snuck out of our next period, because we were going to have fun. He drove us to the nearest Walgreens to buy all different colors of spray paint. We had green, yellow, pink, blue, purple and rainbow.