Page 56 of The Kissing Booth
Standing up, I looked myself over critically in my mirror.
I’d kept my make-up simple, except for the dark burgundy lipstick. My jeans hugged my figure; my top emphasized my curves and bared almost my whole back. I felt good. Noah would most likely try to find something inappropriate with my look though.
But that wasn’t why I was worried; I was more worried about the gossip and rumors that would start when people saw us turn up together.
Just then, the doorbell went. I put my cell in my back pocket and went downstairs as I heard Dad call my name.
He opened the door and I saw him do a double take. ‘Noah.’
‘Hey, is Elle ready yet?’ Noah asked, shockingly polite for him.
‘Uh...’ My dad turned to call me again, and saw me. He looked confused. ‘One second, Noah.’
He pulled me into the kitchen. ‘What’s he doing here?’ he asked me quietly.
‘Lee took his girlfriend and got Noah to drop me there instead.’
‘Oh, good. For a minute there I thought you two were dating.’
I forced a laugh. ‘Yeah, right.’
‘Be careful, though. I’m still not sure whether I trust that boy – what with the fights he gets into... and that motorbike...’
‘Yeah, I know, Dad. But Noah’s fine. Don’t worry about it.’ I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘Bye!’
‘No alcohol!’ he yelled after me.
I went back to the front door, closing it behind me. I smiled casually at Noah. ‘Ready to go?’
He looked me up and down, very slowly. Instead of blushing, I sighed internally.Here we go. I wondered how angry he’d be. Though the look in his eyes made my heart race.
‘You really don’t listen to a word I say, do you?’
‘Nope.’ I smiled easily again and started off toward the car.
‘Honestly, Elle – do you have to dress so... so...’
‘Sowhat, Noah?’ I asked tightly, but a part of me was eager to hear what he really thought of me.
‘Well, look at you!’ he sputtered angrily, his jaw clenching. ‘Can’t you wear something a little less... sexy?’
I couldn’t help but grin. Who’d have thought there would be a day whenFlynnsaidIlooked sexy? I felt giddy – though it wasn’t as good as the feeling when he’d told me I was gorgeous.
‘It’s not funny,’ he snapped at me.
‘Oh, calm down. I could’ve worn something much more revealing. It’s a party. I’m not changing, Noah. I’ll walk there if I have to, but there’s nothing you can do about it. If you want me to change, then I’ll go back in and come out wearing the shortest skirt and the tightest top in my closet.’
We had a brief glaring match.
Then, with a sigh, he got in the car and slammed the door behind him.
I did the same, and crossed my arms over my chest. But I felt a little smug inside that I wonthatargument.
Then he said, ‘You look really hot when you’re angry.’
I raised an eyebrow at him. Was he mocking me?
He just winked, catching my eye.
