Free An Idiot in Love (a laugh out loud comedy) by David Jester Page B

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                  ‘I’m looking for a contact lens,’ she said without looking up.
                  ‘I didn’t know you wore contacts.’
                  She looked up at me, confusion in her eyes. ‘I don’t,’ she said with a frown, as if I was insane for stating such a thing.
                  Christy reminded me a lot of Max.
                  I decided to skip the questioning, not sure where it would take me. ‘Can I have a word with you about Katie?’
                  Christy shrugged as if to say I’m not going to stop you .
                  ‘The thing is,’ I began, looking away awkwardly, joining Christy in her search for the lens. ‘I like her; I like her quite a lot actually.’
                  Christy lifted her head, smiled at me and then lowered it again. ‘That’s nice,’ she said to the ground.
                  I pushed on, ‘Could you do me a favour?’
                  She glared at me. ‘I’m not looking for your bloody contact lens as well,’ she warned.
                  I shook my head. ‘No, I want you ask Katie out for me.’
                  ‘You as well?’
                  ‘Me as well--’ I paused, confused, surprised: ‘what do you mean “ me as well?” ’
                  Christy lifted her head again. ‘Well, she’s already got a boyfriend hasn’t she?’
                  ‘Has she?’
                  My mind suddenly conjured up a show reel of Katie. Images of her flashed before me at hyper speed. Katie in class. Katie smiling. Katie laughing. Katie leaving school. Katie blowing me a kiss.
                  That last one hadn’t been real, but it was in there nevertheless.
                  I had never seen Kate with another boy, I had seen her in brief conversations with some, but nothing more than passing greetings. If she had a boyfriend she kept it well.
                  ‘She’s with the little fat boy,’ Christy said with her simpleton smile.
                  I had definitely never seen Katie with a little fat boy, but now I could see nothing else.
                  ‘“ Little fat boy?”’ I asked.
                  Christy didn’t reply. Instead she turned around and pointed. I followed her outstretched arm; it led to the school gates.
                  I didn’t see what she was pointing at straight away, but then two shapes materialised. The wall at the opening of the gate jutted upwards like the rook on a chess board, two people were leaning against its stone face, locked in an embrace.
                  My heart sank when I realised that one of them was Katie. She was pushed up against the wall, her arms around the neck of the boy in front, her long hair in his grubby and unappreciative hands. Her lips were locked tightly onto his, exchanging tongues and saliva.
                  My body and heart sagged. The pleasantries on my face ebbed away as every facial muscle sagged. An instant feeling of loss and regret struck me, I felt terrible.
                  Then I realised who the lucky boy was and I felt even worse.             
                  ‘That’s Chris Peterson,’ I said.
                  ‘Yeah,’ Christy said softly, looking admiringly at the kissing couple. ‘He asked her out earlier. She likes the bad boys. I don’t think she used to be that interested, but she saw him beat up some little gay-boy this morning and she fell for him.’ Christy turned back to me, my face now flushed with anger and embarrassment, she didn’t seem to notice. ‘Sweet