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

sex crowd which included several unsuspecting females from our class and the local estate.
                  Lenny wasn’t a particularly good looking boy, but he was the only one in a class of fifteen boys, and an estate of five, that cared or dared to get a girlfriend. After three weeks he had three on the go.
                  I struggled to understand what Lenny saw in these giggling, whispering humans that smelled of fruit scented shampoo and played with dolls, but I tried my best.
                  At first Lenny wasn’t popular with boys our age, but after becoming a huge hit with the older boys in school -- walking around the playground with armfuls of girls won him some acclaim -- we decided that we liked him as well.
                  ‘I could ask Kerry Newsome out,’ Max said. He looked around unsurely, received a few worrying stares and then slumped his head against his chest. ‘Or not,’ he repealed, disheartened.
                  Together with our friends Olly and Peter, Max and I were loitering near the school building. Olly was lying across one of two benches with Peter and Max on the other. I stood watching the playground with my hands stuffed into my pockets.
                  ‘You talk about her a lot,’ Olly said, tilting his head over the back of the bench and looking at Max through an inverted world.
                  Like Max, Olly and Peter were in the same class as me. I enjoyed their company more than Max’s but they lived further away, so I spent less time with them outside of school.
                  ‘I feel sorry for her,’ Max said unconvincingly.
                  ‘It’s Kieran’s fault,’ Peter said.
                  ‘It was an accident,’ I argued.
                  Peter shrugged. ‘That’s what you say.’
                  I hadn’t told anyone about being beaten up. When I realised Kerry wasn’t going to boast I told everyone that the marks on my face were from running into a door in the cloakroom. It was the first thing that came into my head, at the time I wasn’t sure it was going to pass, but they believed it instantly. I was so annoyed with the laughter and mockery that I almost told them the truth.
                  ‘Who’s that with Lenny?’ I asked, seeing him arm in arm with a girl I didn’t recognise. She was taller than him, her left shoulder dipped awkwardly so she could slide her arm through his.
                  ‘Penny Collins,’ Peter explained. ‘Year six.’
                  ‘Year six?’ I blurted.
                  Peter shrugged, ‘The kid’s a player.’
                  ‘Of what?’ Max wondered, ever the innocent.
                  We all laughed, but the truth was I didn’t know what he was talking about either and Peter had only learned the word the previous week.
                  ‘Numpty.’
                  ‘Idiot.’
                  ‘Why you always gotta pick on me?’ Max wanted to know.
                  ‘Because it’s so easy,’ Olly replied, his head still lolling over the final wooden slat on the weather stained bench.
                  Max bolted upright, glared at each of us in turn, and stormed away. ‘Pricks,’ he muttered under his breath. A few feet away from us he turned and declared: ‘I’ll go and play with my real friends,’ before disappearing amongst a cluster of kids trading football stickers.
                  We all watched silently as Max introduced himself, received a distasteful look from each trader, and then skulked away when one of them shouted: ‘Get lost, shit for brains,’ in a voice loud enough to cover the entire playground. He ambled back our way and threw himself down on the bench with his arms grumpily folded over his