Louise Rennison_Georgia Nicolson 06 Read Online Free

Hamburger-a-gogo land. Anytime I ask her anything private it’s usually on the Radio Jas airwaves in about two and a half minutes. Her idea of being subtle and finding out things is going out into the streets and shouting “Anyone know anything about this secret thing I am never going to mention?”
    Hmmmmmmmm.
    I hate to admit it, but I need the assistance of Dave the Laugh.
    Donner and Blitzen!
    If I could just accidentally bump into him on the way home then I wouldn’t have to phone him.
    ten minutes later
    Because if I phone him and Rachel is there I will feel like a facsimile of a sham. I mean, he is officially(ish) going out with her.
    five minutes later
    Even though he keeps snogging me.
    ten minutes later
    Anyway, how can I trust anything he says—it was he, after all, who said he fancied my mum!
    But then, he is also my mate and official Hornmeister.
    Also he said that I have accidentally done the right thing and become Mystery Girl with Masimo.
    tuesday may 10th
on the way home
    Me and Jas were ambushed by four Foxwood lads. Two of them deliberately ran into my legs on their bikes, fell off, got back on backwards and startedcircling us really fast yelling: “You slags!” Why? We were just looking at them and then they fell off their bikes again, this time down a ditch. Whilst they were climbing out, we set off walking. After a couple of minutes we noticed they were lurking along behind us, pretending not to follow us. Then Dave the Laugh and his mates appeared round the corner.
    Dave smiled. He has a great smile and he looked as if he was really glad to see me. He has grown his hair a bit since I last saw him and it looked v. cool. Oh shutupshutup, Voice of the Horn.
    He said, “Hello, Sex Kitty and pal.”
    Then he saw the boy bloodhounds following us.
    â€œWell, if it isn’t Tosser Thompson and his band of trainee tossers. On your way, kids.”
    Dave really is quite well built and he was just standing looking at them.
    One of the trainee tossers said, “Come on, it’s not worth it.”
    And they shuffled off, shoving each other and making pretend farting noises.
    Wow. It was a bit like Gladiator . But not set in Roman times, and Dave was wearing his schooltrousers and not a goatskin…. More’s the pity. Shutupshutup.
    Dave put his arm around me.
    â€œYou entice them, you know, with your sparkling personality and magnificent nungas.”
    He is soooo annoying. And rude. I tried to have a strop but he is notoriously difficult to do that with.
    As we walked along Jas said, “S’later,” and went off home. Dave’s mates all said “S’later” until it was just me and Dave.
    I don’t know if it’s because I am suppressing my red bottom, but he does seem to be getting better-looking all the time., But no, no, he is not the only one and only, he is yesterday’s news. Last week’s snog. Anyway, I said to Dave, “Aren’t you rushing to meet your GIRLFRIEND? Won’t your GIRLFRIEND be upset if she sees you with me?”
    And he started that “Are you mad?” thing, but I managed to stop myself joining in; otherwise it would have developed into tickly bears and then possibly No. 6 on the snogging scale. Who knows?
    Who knows what goes on in my mind? I will be the last to know.
    Even when I am totally and without doubtosity in luuurve, absolutely wouldn’t dream of beingwith anyone else, etc. etc., still the Cosmic Horn rears its ugly head. And there is something about Dave and his special lip-nibbling technique. In fact he is one of the best snoggers I have come across and I haven’t even snogged Masimo yet. What if Italian boys are useless in the snoggosity department? What if Masimo looks cool but is a nunga pouncer like Mark Big Gob? Or kisses all wet and sucky like whelk boy?
    Dave interrupted my brain, thank the Lord.
    â€œSo, how are you, chicklet?
    I said, “Fab, fanks, I’m