He was two years younger than she was, and so had already entered that most disagreeable of phases that all male adolescents go through.He was two years younger than she was, and so had already entered that most disagreeable of phases that all male adolescents go through. Their thinking, feelings, and attitudes were all equally, utterly, in-comprehensible to Louise. At least, she assumed that they passed through it; there were still enough jerks in her class at school who delighted in bothering her to make that assumption questionable to say the least. As she entered her bedroom, Louise reflected that it was only today that the horrible Andrew Manchester had sat on her desk, cracking gum in that smug self-assured way that he had, and had assured her that she was "drop dead gorgeous" and would she like him to show her "heaven" behind the Sports Hall at lunch time? Fat chance with a slime-bucket like that! What could he be thinking to think that such an approach would work! Who in their right mind would be attracted by such macho-shit? After he'd gone back to his seat, she and Amy Marshall, her best friend who sat next to her in most classes, and who had overheard everything, had cracked up with giggles. |