Im Back

Chapter 12

"My friends don't walk, they run
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun
Popping, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium
We paint white roses red,
Each shade from a different person's head
This dream, dream is a killer
Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar

I'm peeling the skin off my face
'Cause I really hate being safe
The normals, they make me afraid
The crazies, they make me feel sane

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad,
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I'm off my rocker
Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are
All the best people are crazy, all the best people are

Where is my prescription?
Doctor, doctor please listen
My brain is scattered
You can be Alice,
I'll be the mad hatter.

I'm peeling the skin off my face
'Cause I really hate being safe
The normals, they make me afraid
The crazies, they make me feel sane

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad,
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I'm off my rocker
Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone
So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are
And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone
That's probably the reason that we get along

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad,
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I'm off my rocker
Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are
All the best people are crazy, all the best people are
All the best people are crazy, all the best people are" M.M, Mad Hatter.

PAISLEY'S POV
God what is wrong with me? I swear there must be something, something I did to deserve this life. This confusion, this disaster, and mayhem. Dodging my dad, tangled in boy's, this crap high school that we go to with the people who make me feel like I'm going crazy. Like I don't belong. I die of embarrassment whenever Drew looks at me now, much like he is now. I don't have any idea what happened after telling my story to Bryce. All I know is that I'm at his Drew's house. And he is taking care of me once again. I felt so stupid asking this question. The answer was obvious.

Drew rolled his eyes, "You flew here. What do you think happened dummy?"

I blushed and looked away, my eyes growing watery feeling so dumb.

"I brought you here after that asshole took advantage of you," Drew said angrily.

"What?! No. You're lying! He would never. " I snapped my head around, clearly on the verge of crying.

"Well he did. Unless you can remember what happened, as far as I know he could have had sex with you while you were unconscious or even still conscious and don't remember it. But maybe he didn't. I don't know, I wasn't there." He was almost yelling, clearly shaking with rage.

I put my head down and started crying, my body shaking with sobs. "Nonononononono..." I sounded like a whine-y puppy and probably looked horrible after last night at the party. I was trashed and hung over, rocking back and forth with my head in my hands.

Drew grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me, "Hey please don't do that. Don't cry please." He said uncomfortably. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry." Tilting make face up to look at the sorrow beneath my eyes, he began to read and analyze my emotions, trying to figure me out. "I thought maybe you had wanted to do it with him, that's why I was angry at you. But I'm not. I'm not angry with you. I'm mad. But I'm mad at him. He knows Ih..." He dropped his sentence like it was on fire.