Page 28 of The Kissing Booth
I picked out a pair of dark gray jeans.Okay, good. Progress.
But I still only had half an outfit.
I hadn’t asked any girls for advice: I was too embarrassed to admit I’d never been on a date before and didn’t know what to wear to the movies. Sure, I went to movies with guys all the time, but always as friends. This was different. The guys didn’t care what I wore, but this... Well, Cody was going to notice.
I knew I was panicking over nothing, but I couldn’t help it.
At long last, I decided that I’d wear a pale pink jumper with sleeves to my elbows. It had darker pink lace around the neckline, so it was a little nicer than a plain jumper. I threw on a silver necklace and some bangles and decided that looked okay.
But maybe I should’ve worn something a little more flattering? This sweater didn’t really make the best of my boobs – and if you’ve got it, flaunt it, right? Or not?
I checked the clock.
Crap. It was already five minutes after I should’ve left.
It’d have to be the jumper.
‘Bye!’ I called as I ran down the stairs.
‘Have fun,’ Dad called back. Brad carried on yelling at his video game. I slammed the door on them and saw that Lee’s car was already waiting outside. Oops.
I ran around and climbed in the passenger seat.
‘Sorry,’ I said, slightly breathless. ‘But it can’t hurt to keep him waiting a little, right?’ I laughed nervously, looking sideways. Then I let out a loud groan. ‘Noah. What are you doing here?’
‘Lee had to finish some chores. Which means I have to be your chauffeur.’
‘If you’d told me, I would’ve got a taxi, or asked my dad to give me a ride. Why didn’t Lee text me and let me know?’
‘I assumed he did.’
‘No.’
‘Well, then, I don’t know.’ Noah twisted round to eye me critically.
I plucked my sweater nervously. ‘Does it look okay? I don’t know if it’s too casual or what... Thanks to a certain someone, I’ve never done this before.’
He smiled dryly. ‘It’s fine.’
‘How’s my hair?’
‘Okay?’ he answered, unsure. He put the car in gear and shrugged at me. ‘At least you dressed like normal.’
‘What do you mean,like normal?’
‘Normal for you. I mean, you’re not showing too much skin or anything.’
‘Wow. I think that was almost a compliment?’
‘Not quite. But Elle, if this guy tries anything, and I meananything–’
‘Noah. He is a guy. I am a girl. Lots of people kiss on the first date, you know. It’s not like he’s going to try and get me to sleep with him halfway through the movie. This isn’tyouwe’re talking about.’
Noah shrugged, scowling a little. ‘I’m just saying...’
We sat in silence a while.
‘I think I’ve spoken to you more in the past week than in the whole of this last year,’ I commented casually.
