about spud

after an hour or so Begbie had stopped rabbiting on about fuck knows what, he had changed the subject time to time from kicking the shit out of poor cunts, football, and his girlfriend, but everyone was in their own world now. Renton and sickboy were on the pull, eagerly examining each woman in the place, until they were satisfied with what they saw, and cleared off to try and get something to Fuck.Renton staggering as he stood.Spud was still there, on his own, slumped down into the chair, clasping a bottle of vodka and just swigging from it. He did, in a matter of fact, look very depressed. And that matched his feelings inside. He was thinking back to his school times, when he had went to the back of the field for a fag, on his own, whilst all the rest of the smokers gathered round, one picked to look out for teachers. He tried to hide behind the crowd, but they parted, moving somewhere else, in a big bundle of people.
"Look at Spud tryin' tae fit in!" one kid yelled, it hit him like a dagger.
"Fuck off ye' horrible cunt!!" he snarled back.
"watch out, he's gonnae blow!" the cunt said.Everyone laughed.He held back the tears, thinking about some freak he'd look like if he started to cry.He hated that name, Spud. That was his nickname.He had no choice. The bullies had called him it, for whatever reason, he didnt know, but all he did know was that he never liked it.He eagerly sucked on his ciggarete, staring into space, still alone.
"do ye' want someone tae' join ye?" he heard a voice.Two lads from his year were approaching.It was Mark and Simon.He stood there staring for a while, he never heard what they said. They were coming closer.
"he says, do ye want us tae come over an have a fag with ye'?" said Simon. Spud nodded fast. They both stood in front of him,not saying a word, as they sparked one up.Then Mark spoke.
"your always on ye' bill, ken? Ye' dont have much friends,do ye'?
"No..." he nervously answered. He was paranoid wether he did or said something wrong.He must of been the most unconfident boy in the school.Even though he had a right go when he was angry.When he was calm he thought if he done one thing what people thought was wierd, he'd blow it.
"real quiet, an' aw..." said Si.
"...I mean, we can be ye' mate if ye want, we dinnae mind if ye swear at the teacher's an aw that shite..." Si had carried on.
"That wer' fukin' funny!" Mark suddenly blurted out. "Ye' had a right square go at Mr mc-cockhead in the dinner queue! Me an him had a right laugh!"he pointed at Simon. it sounded offensive and rude to bring that up.Mark should've minded his own business.Spud smiled, he couldn't do anything else. They had offered to be his friend.They never meant no harm.
"Well, see ye later, Spud," said, Si, and they both went off. Daniel liked his nickname now.His new friends couls use it whenever they want.