Page 3 of The Kissing Booth
Noah laughed a little, smirking. He was already tapping away at his phone – probably broadcasting the message about a party, just like Lee was. He loped out of the room like a lazy cat or something. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drag after his cute butt...
‘Hey, if you could stop checking out my brother for two seconds,’ Lee teased.
I blushed and shoved him. ‘Shut up.’
‘I thought you were over your crush.’
‘I am. That doesn’t make him any less hot though.’
Lee rolled his eyes at me. ‘Whatever. You’re gross sometimes, you know.’
I went to sit at the computer, Lee leaning over my shoulders, his chin resting on the top of my head.
I clicked onto the next page of search results and scrolled down, feeling my eyes glaze over as they scanned the page.
I stopped, something catching my eye just as Lee started to say, ‘Hold up.’
We both stared at the screen for a few seconds; then he stood up, and I spun the chair around to face him, identical smiles stretching over our faces.
‘Kissing booth,’ we both said at the same time, grinning. Lee held his hand up for a high five, and I smacked my palm against his.
This was going to be so cool.
Chapter 2
WE DECIDED THATwe’d have a two-dollar fee. Two dollars for a kiss. Whatever booth we’d decided on, the basic stall was already there for us to use at the school, but we’d need a lot of pink and red. I thought we should have black, but Lee told me patronizingly, ‘It’s not Halloween, Shelly.’
‘Fine. We’ll stick to pink and red.’
‘What are we going to need then? Streamers, crepe paper, ribbon... That kind of thing, right?’
‘Yeah, I guess. Hey, do you think we’d be able to make a big banner in woodwork?’ I didn’t want to take woodwork, but it was either that or home ec., and after my cupcake disaster of eighth grade, I’ve tried to stay away from baking. But maybe it’d come in handy.
‘I don’t see why not. Mr. Preston probably won’t have a problem with it.’
I nodded. ‘Cool. We could probably get some of the jocks in on it, and the cheerleaders. We need four, and they can all go in shifts of two.’
‘Sounds okay. Who should we ask though?’
‘Well... Samantha and Lily will definitely do it,’ I said thoughtfully. ‘And they can rope in some other girls.’
‘Sounds good. I’ll call some of the guys.’
I pulled out my cell phone, scrolling through for their numbers. Lee and I didn’t belong to any particular clique; we just hung out with whoever we wanted, which meant we had pretty much everybody’s numbers. Lee was one of those charismatic and likeable people, and we came as a package. We did have a few really close friends, of course – all of them guys.
I got hold of Samantha, who chirpily told me that, sure, she was totally up for it! Lily agreed as well, saying she could, like, just not wait for it and would call every girl she knew.
‘Done,’ I sighed, flopping back on the bed. I felt it bounce as Lee followed suit, and we grinned at each other.
‘Our booth is going to kill.’
‘I know. We are scary good sometimes.’
‘I know.’
My phone beeped, and I saw a text from Olivia telling me that Dana and Karen would do the kissing booth too, so I replied a brief thank you.
‘The girls are all sorted,’ I said.
