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.
Yes, rainbow!
We were hiding behind the bushes, trying to make sure that no one saw us. The bushes were prickling me in places that I did not want to be pricked. It was very, very, uncomfortable. I wonder how Sexy feels.
"Okay, let's do that car," he said and pointed to an old looking, faded blue car. It looked like it was about to die.
I nodded my head in agreement. That was the perfect car to do. I bet that the owner wouldn't even care about it since it was so junky!
MISSION: Get across parking lot.
REASON: Sexy and I have artwork to do
We looked both ways and snuck across the lot to our object of interest, without getting caught. Once we reached the car we hid behind it. Who knew how many cameras there were at this school.
MISSION: Complete
"Okay," Sexy said and stood up. "I think it's safe now."
"Okay, I'm gonna do a pretty butterfly, like the one on my dress," I said. I was wearing a purple summer dress that had an orange butterfly at the top, over my left boob. I lifted the cardigan I was wearing up so I could show the butterfly to Sexy.
"See?" I said and pushed my boob closer to him. He nodded as if he was in a trance.
Oh yeah, my butterfly was that good looking.
I took out the purple spray paint and started my masterpiece. Sexy took out the blue and started painting the other side of the car. After about seven minutes, I was done with my butterfly.
"Sexy! Sexy! Come look at my butterfly!" I beckoned him and pulled him to my side of the car.
He took one look at it and burst into laughter. Yay! He must love it if he's laughing that hard. Tears were starting to come out of his eyes.
"Don't you love it?" I said and beamed, admiring my work. It really was beautiful.
"I thought you said you were painting a butterfly?" Sexy said.
I immediatly stopped smiling. "I did." I said and pointed to it. "That's what it is."
"No it's not. That thing is horrible. It looks like a deformed whale," he said, still laghing.
What? I thought that it looked really good. It has so many colors, and maybe it doesn't look like something an artist would make, but it's better than anything they would make. My butterfly is beautiful.
A tear rolled down my cheek as he continued to make fun of my art. Suddenly, I got so angry that I punched him in the stomach. "You're a buthole!" I shouted to him and started to run back into the school.
I heard Sexy running behind me and he caught my arm and turned me to face him, but I put my head down. I didn't want to look at him. "Hey, I didn't mean to offend you, it was just.... so awesome that I was jealous."
I was still looking down, trying to wipe my tears away, but he was holding onto my wrists tight. With, like, a death grip.
He let go of one of my wrists and used his hands to wipe a tear away. "I'm really sorry," he apologized. I nodded my head. "So let's finish this up, okay?"
He grabbed my hand and took us back to the car. We both picked up our cans and finished what we started.
But nothing ever goes as planned, because soon, instead of spraying the car, we were spraying each other. A spray paint fight had begun and so far, I was totally winning.
"Aaahh!" I yelled as he got my leg with green. I tried to attack him with blue but he was so fast and good at dodging that I missed. "Dag nabbit!" I yelled and stomped my foot down.
He chuckled. "Trust me, I'm too good for you Ariana."
I shook my head. "I refuse to believe that!" I said and finally caught him on his chin. He now looked like he had a blue chin. Lucky for him, that was the only place that I got him, while I was covered in the paint.
So maybe I lied a little bit about the winning thing.
Suddenly, Sexy froze and his face turned serious. "Get in the car, get in the car!" he said and shoved me inside. Then he climbed in after me. It was tight in the backseat so he was basically on top of me.
Okay, not basically, he was on top of me.
"Why are we in here?" I asked. I tried to move around but it was impossible. He weighed like a ton.
"I may have forgotten to mention that this was Vice Principal Riley's car," he said, not looking me in the eye, which was saying something since it was hard to look anywhere else.
"What!" I exclaimed. "How could you-"
"Ssshhh, ssshh, he's coming."
I held my tongue. I really hope I didn't get in trouble for this. I already had detention, I don't want to be expelled.
When Riley got close to his car, he freaked. Since he was bald, instead of his face turning red, his whole head turned red. He was that angry.
He started saying things that Vice Principals shouldn't be saying. "Dirty words," I mumbled.
"Shutup," Sexy scolded. I tried to zip my lips and throw away the key, but there was no room for that, so I couldn't.
Riley, opened the door to the car and I heard Sexy mutter, "Shit." My mind was on overdrive. How were we supposed to get out of here now? Would he expell us? Would he call the cops? Would we end up in jail?
I'm too young to die.
Riley started the car and started riving, squashing any hope that we would get out of this situation alive. After about fifteen mintes of driving, Sexy whispered 'sorry' and fell on top of me. He had been hovering, but I guess that after a while that gets a little tough.
But he didn't give me much warning, so I was still looking up at him, so when he fell down on me, his lips touched mine. So for the rest of the ride home, we were stuck in this position.
At least his lips were soft.
When we were turning into Riley's driveway, Sexy lifted his head and whispered the plan to me. "As soon as he gets out, we run, got it?" I attempted to nod.
But, that plan backfired, as Riley put his car in the garage and closed the garage door. "Shit, shit,shit," Sexy muttered.
We were going to have to find a way to get back to the school, by getting through Vice Principal Riley's house.
Without getting caught.
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