Crazy Guy Crazy Girl Crazy Love

"I'm crazy. Compleately and utterly crazy. If you come with me I have no idea what will happen. Because I'm nuts." He explained to me, before leaving he turned around and added, "aren't you coming?"

Nina is bored. Bored of life, bored of school, bored of everything. Then she meets Daz, who is a self-admitted mad man who is anything but boring.

What could possibly go wrong?


3. Chapter 3: The Concert

I looked at my reflection. Aunt Hope had told me to 'make an effort' in my appearance tonight. I'd compromised my wearing a black top, black leggings, a purple scarf, denim jacket and black ankle boots. Despite my abnormal effort into my outfit, Aunt Hope still tutted when she saw my choice of clothing. 

"It will have to do." She pursed her lips. I grabbed my bag from the chair and headed out the house. You didn't need to be a genius to know where the concert was, I just followed the packs of jock guys and the cliques of giggly girls. The music was too load to comprehend, and the girls hadn't come to listen anyway. I felt a desperate need for ear plugs and sunglasses to shield me from the ear-damaging speakers and the blinding neon lights. I felt like I was in enemy territory and I was undercover as one of 'them'. I decided to blend with the shadows, by dark outfit helped me with that. I leaned against a sturdy bush and got out my phone to play on. 

"Who are you hiding from, shadow-girl?" A young, deep, male voice spoke from behind me. I startled, and turned around to be faced with a tall guy, about my age, like me, he was dressed in mostly black.

"Do you normally sneak up behind girls?" I questioned.

"Easy shadow-girl, I'm just curious." He grinned.

"My names not 'shadow-girl', and I'm not hiding from anyone." I defended. 

"You just a loner then, shadow-girl." He concluded. 

"No. I choose to be alone." I argued.

"You keep telling yourself that." He told me, then turned to leave and added, "I'll see you around, shadow-girl." 

"In your dreams creepy-guy" I shouted after him. I turned back to my phone, which had run out of charge again. I shoved it in my pocket. I decided to go to the drinks stand to get a coke or something.

"Look who's here girls." I heard an unfortunately familiar voice sneer from behind me, "it's Nina nobody."

"Jade" I false-grinned, "where's your army of flying monkeys?" Jade drew a short breath, then replied,

"What are you even doing here? Aren't you allergic to social gatherings?" I picked up my coke and handed the attendee a £2 coin.

"I'm just here to enjoy the music. Not everything is about boys Jade." I responded innocentley. 

"How would you know? The only boy that's ever spent more than 30 seconds with you is your dad, and he's gone now." She spat back. That did it for me, my dad had died last year in a fire at his work office (my mum had died in childbirth) leaving me with my Aunt Hope to look after me. I spilt my coke over her dress then placed the cup on her head. Then I ran, not waiting for her response. 

"Wait!" I heard a voice cry behind me. I turned around to be faced with... creepy-guy. 

"What do you want now?" I asked angry.

"Shadow-girl's upset. Does she need her shadow-boy?" He asked mockingly. 

"Stop calling me shadow-girl! And your NOT my shadow-boy." I shouted.

"I wasn't referring to myself. Don't you have a special-someone in your life?" He questioned. 

"No. I don't need anyone but myself." I explained. I took a few steps towards me, his face was in the moonlight now. I felt guilty and annoyed at my hearts reaction to his georgeous face, it was pale with grey eyes and think, slik, black hair. 

"Every shadow needs a body shadow-girl." He told me, strocking my cheek. I moved away from him, hiding my blushing cheeks.

"Do you have anyone? Someone who follows you?" I asked.

"No, are you offering?" He asked.

"Maybe." I defended myself. He judged my serious face, before taking a step back and saying,

"I'm crazy. Compleately and utterly crazy. If you come with me I have no idea what will happen. Because I'm nuts." He explained to me, before leaving he turned around and added, "aren't you coming?"

I pondered for less than a second, before jogging after creepy-guy.

AN: What do you think of creepy-guy? How about they way they met? Comments please! Thanks for reading


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