Crazy is the Name of My Game

Hello!

Are you reading the correct story? I bet you are. *laughs* This is probably my most teen-ish novel yet, if you know what I mean.

Yeah, so a brief intro, just so you'll know what to expect in this story. I have a girl with a giant attitude, a handsome boy with a past, a blue-haired best friend, a two-faced witch and a time traveler. Sounds crazy enough?

Try again.

Jason Greene

So bored of life. Darn, what did I do in my past life to deserve this kind of living?

"Jasooon!"

Diane, a voluptuous blonde who never dressed in any color other than pink trapped me in a hug that made my insides shiver in disgust. She winked at me playfully as she snatched my phone away from my hands. Her cherry lips pouted considerably as she scanned the message on the screen. "Ooh... who are you meeting later at the Hub?"

"The basketball team," I replied un-amused, but a grin spread over my face like a disease. "You wanna come sweetheart?"

"Suuure!" she squealed. "Oh my god, you have to pick me up at my house like –"

Girls nowadays, really. Don't they have any sense of self-dignity?

Why did she friggin' read my text? And why did I have to pick her up? It's not like we're having a date. Geez, so annoying. I tried to make myself look interested in what she was spouting, but her words seemed gibberish to me.

I sighed internally.

How come it was always like this since I entered high school? In middle school, no one bothered to take notice of me. I was simply the rich kid, not the popular one. Now, I was both and the same. I used to think popularity was awesome. Didn't know it bites in the ass. And why was it always worse when my best friend is missing? Ugh. Seriously, what did I do in my past life to deserve this kind of life?

I tuned out Diane’s ranting and let my eyes wander again to the front gates.

I spotted the red Ferrari as soon as it entered the parking lot. I made my way over there towing with me the noisy parrot who clung to my arm like a vise.

"And then at the party, I was so happy I can't --"

"Lee!" I called out to the tall, leggy honey blond girl who stepped out from the flashy car. She greeted me with a frown. Her usually smooth face was twisted with anxiety and worry. I realized that she came out of the car alone. Figures. But still, I asked the inevitable question. "Where's Len?"

"Still not back, that idiot," she sniffed daintily, her brows puckering in the middle. Even at the most normal circumstances, her expressions were something to watch. "He's the worst brother ever."

She popped a blue bubblegum and chewed it again.

"Ooh," the blonde beside me stopped dead on her tracks when she finally realized I was talking with someone else. Diane made a pitiful show of a smile as she scrutinized my best friend's twin sister. Up and down, left and right, her eyes narrowed as she tried to find a flaw on Ms. Perfect. Of course, she didn't find one and it made her smile smaller. "Hi Leana Adams... Uhm, nice hair."

Lee flashed her trademark smile that would make any hormonal boys go berserk. Such a scary smile when directed to a lone girl. "Really? Aww, thank you. I know how much you envy my natural curls. You don’t have to point it out."

Bitch.

Diane stormed off towards the main building while Lee and I watched her retreating figure with a grin. Only mine turned to laughter a few seconds later.

"Thanks Lee. You helped me a lot."

"You sure know how to pick your girls Jason."

"I like them feisty."

"Feisty doesn't mean clingy." She flipped her prized hair to one side. "You used to be a very decent person too. Being with me and Len really corrupted you. I feel like a criminal."

"Yeah, whatever," I dead-panned. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the garden, away from prying eyes of teachers and students alike. Who knows, her two Barbie sidekicks might show up at the car park. And I never liked unnecessary interruptions.

"Where's Len?" I asked again when I made sure no one was around. "I saw his school documents at the office."

"No shit Sherlock. You're snooping again?"

"Get lost," I snapped, and then continued as if she hadn't spoken, "He's enrolled this term. The principal was so ecstatic to have him back again. So where the heck is he? And geez, it's the first day of our Senior year! We promised we’ll spend it all together!"

Lee sighed, crossing her arms at the same time. "He’s off to somewhere again, you know. My parents were freaking out at home. It's almost a month now, and he e-mailed us only twice. It never went this bad before. That no good son of a--"

"Yeah, I get it," I cut in, impatient to hear something of importance. His family didn't know the reason. In fact, I shouldn't know it too but... "Do you have any idea where he is? At least which continent?"

Lee rolled her Irish green eyes, popping her bubblegum again. "Duh. Of course. He has GPS on his phone. He's in Asia. The Philippines the last time I checked."

That sounded bad. "When will he be back?"

"Dunno. You ask him... if he'll reply."

With that, she walked away, exactly at the same time the bell rang. Cursing under my breath, I returned to the car park, snatched my bag and ran towards the main building. And me being the lucky guy, I crashed against someone in the hallways.

“Oof!”

I did a quick check on the soft body groaning under me.

My brain went into frenzy. It was like I hit the jackpot.

The girl was terribly small, her features almost like a grade-schooler, but her face was a perfect oval and she had cute dimples on her cheeks. Black unruly hair emphasized her flushed model-material face. Her dark eyes were framed by extremely long lashes, and despite my descriptions, at this moment she looked nothing like a doll.

She looked like a murderer as she glared at my hands resting on her fine breasts.

"Get off me you, lech," she ordered, her voice loud and clear, not what one would expect from someone her size.

"I'm Jason Greene, and what do you know, I like this position. Way to go to make a first impression on me. Are you a new student?"

"Get off me!"

She rolled me over and quickly got on her feet.

"Yuck! How dare you touch me you blue-haired jerk!" She cupped her nice racks. Hmm, definitely a C.

I grinned mischievously as I ran a hand through my dyed hair. Girls loved my hair, saying how unique it was. Besides, the school really didn't care about how I looked. Hair dying is not against the school policy, and as bad-ass as it sounded, why color my hair blond or highlight it purple when I could dump a blue coloring cream on it without a care to the world?

"My hair matched our uniform, and it matched my eyes. Don't you like it, beautiful?"

It was then that I realized... ouch, big mistake. The little freak gave me a perfect heel-drop kick on the face. She left me sprawled on the floor, cursing in pain.

Hell, I bet it'll leave a bruise.