Читать книгу ‘Dancing in my nuddy-pants!’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 47

Walking home with Jas. I was trying to use her as a windbreak, but she kept dodging away from me. She is unusually full of selfishosity for someone who loves me.

I said, “Thank Cliff Richard’s y-fronts that nobody knows about my accidental snogging incident.”

“What snogging incident?”

“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret I’m taking to my grave.”

Oh sacré bleu. What is the matter with Jas (besides the obvious)?

When I accidentally told her my secret that I will never tell, even in my grave, she went on and on about how I should be ashamed. She is so annoyingly good, like Mother Teresa with a crap fringe.