Page 14 of The Kissing Booth
Lee rolled his eyes at me. ‘Says the stripper. We make a fine pair.’
‘I was intoxicated.’
‘So was I, a little.’
‘Not Noah, apparently.’
‘I think he must have been, if he was looking after you like that. He’s not usually so... so nice.’
I laughed. ‘To put it nicely.’
‘Indeed. Hey, maybe he’s crushing back at you.’
I gave Lee a look. ‘Don’t be so ridiculous. And I got over that crush years ago, as you well know.’
Lee wrinkled his nose. ‘That’d be weird anyway.’
‘Whatever.’ I shoved him, making his kart veer off course, and sending Yoshi plummeting over the waterfall while I went into the lead with Luigi.
I got home around five: I had some homework to finish off. I’d made Lee drive me home, since I’d borrowed a pair of his jeans and didn’t want to be seen in public. I made a dash for the door, my best friend laughing at me.
‘Hey!’
‘What?’ I yelled, turning back to him.
He threw my dress over to me, and I caught it just before it fell on the ground. ‘See you in the morning!’
‘Bye, Lee!’
I shut the front door and heard, ‘Rochelle, is that you?’
‘Yeah! Hi, Dad!’
‘Come in the kitchen a sec.’
I sighed, wondering if I was in for a lecture now or not. I dreaded my dad getting angry with me.
He was working on his laptop at the kitchen table, and I heard Brad on the Wii in the lounge.
‘Hey,’ I said, putting on the coffee maker.
‘You can make me a cup too while you’re there,’ he said.
‘Okay.’
‘Good party?’
I nodded. ‘Yeah, it was great.’
‘You didn’t get too drunk? Or do anything too stupid?’ He shot me a stern look over the rim of his glasses: he was talking about boys.
I’m not sure why he bothered. It was hardly confidential that I’d never had a boyfriend or kissed a guy.
‘I, um... I wasn’ttoobad... only a bit drunk.’
Dad sighed and took off his glasses and rubbed his cheek. ‘Rochelle... you know what I’ve said about you drinking.’
‘I was fine, honestly. Lee and Noah took care of me anyway.’
