An Idiot in Love (a laugh out loud comedy) Read Online Free

eager grins, interrupting with cheers at the end. The girls were equally fascinated, but weren’t interested in hearing about the story from Kerry. She had been coated in “lergie” , had dripped from head to toe in “boy cooties”, and before long she became a social pariah.             
                  She lost her friends, became bitter and isolated, and whenever I saw her, whenever I said hello or passed by, there was nothing but hatred and revenge in her eyes.
                  A few weeks after the incident I was desperate to reconcile with her, I felt bad for what had happened.
                  During dinnertime, when all the pupils rushed out onto the playground, I found Kerry sitting hunched over on one of the benches in the cloakroom. I waited until the last of the stragglers left with their coats and playthings, and then I saddled over to her, sitting a few feet away and gliding my backside along the wooden surface until I was close enough for her to notice.
                  I had expected sadness in her eyes -- she was sitting alone and looking pitiful after all -- but a fire still burned there and I had added extra fuel just by showing up.
                  ‘Hey Kerry,’ I said unsurely, trying to avert my gaze from her eyes in case she turned me into stone.
                  She didn’t reply, but I was sure I heard a small growl.
                  I plastered on my best smile and stared at her forehead, trying to feign sincerity whilst keeping my gaze away from hers. ‘I was just wondering if you… I don’t know… maybe wanted to come outside and play?’
                  Again there was no reply. She still stared.
                  ‘It’s a nice day, well, it’s not raining. I mean… you can borrow my coat if you want? You can warm up pretty fast playing football, if you want to come and join me and my friends for a game that is. I mean I know you don’t have any friends anymore and I--’
                  ‘I don’t like you Kieran McCall,’ she spoke slowly.
                  ‘You’d like my friends. And I’m sure you’d like me if you got to know me.’ I wasn’t giving up.
                  ‘Go away,’ she growled.
                  ‘Look, I’m sorry about throwing up on you, but you tried to kiss me, what do you expect?’ I paused; she looked like she was ready to pounce. ‘Not that I have a problem with you, you’re very pretty an’ all that, but I don’t like kissing in general. I don’t even like to kiss my grandma, and she’s family . Although she smells God awful. My dad says it’s just old age, but I’m pretty sure it’s piss.’
                  ‘Go away McCall,’ Kerry said again, her voice deeper and more gravelly, the anger was building and it had a great deal of frustration for company.
                  I still didn’t want to give in, falsely believing I was on a roll. ‘If I let you kiss me again will that help? You don’t have to give me any sweets or anything; I’ll do it out of the goodness of my own heart. What do you say?’
                  ‘Go away.’
                  ‘What if I let you throw up on me?’
                  ‘What?’ a twinge of surprise tickled the corner of her face and then disappeared.
                  ‘It’s disgusting I know, but hear me out.’ I edged closer, ‘I threw up on you and I got treated like the hero whilst everyone hates you.’
                  ‘Everyone hates me ?’ she looked hurt by this.
                  I lowered my eyebrows and looked into eyes that seemed genuinely hurt. ‘I thought you knew? Why else did you think they were ignoring you?’
                  ‘I just thought--’
                  ‘It’s not important,’ I