Page 7 of The Kissing Booth
‘Not exactly...’
‘Couldn’t he do it as a favor to his kid brother, at least?’ Georgia said. ‘Pull the guilt card – that’d work.’
‘But I think we’ve got our four guys...’
‘But if you had Flynn, every girl in thestatewould turn up at our carnival,’ Olivia said. She, like every other girl, thought she had a chance with Flynn. Well, she kind of did, being head cheerleader, and Noah being on the football team, but Noah never gave her a second glance.
Yet somehow he had a reputation as a player, even though you never saw him pay girls much attention. The weirdest thing was, he almost seemed proud of that status.
‘You know, if you got Flynn to do the kissing booth, you’d be a legend,’ Faith told me.
‘You’ve got a boyfriend, Faith,’ Georgia reminded her with a laugh. ‘You can’t go to the kissing booth.’
‘Why not? It’s all for a good cause. What is it this time – saving the dolphins?’
‘I think that was last year,’ I laughed. ‘No, it’s for cancer research charities this year.’
‘Even better!’ Faith exclaimed, making us all laugh. ‘Ask him.’
‘Yeah, go on,’ Olivia urged me.
‘Just ask,’ Candice pleaded. ‘Please, Elle?’
‘Well... I don’t know...’
‘Look, here he comes,’ Candice said suddenly, interrupting me. She gave me a gentle shove. ‘Just ask him, at least. If he says no... at least you tried.’
‘Fine,’ I sighed, giving in. I wandered over to intercept Noah on his way to get another beer.
He nodded at me.
‘Will you do the kissing booth for us, for the Spring Carnival? Please? We can’t find a fourth guy. It’s for charity. Lee and I really need a favor.’
Noah straightened up, cracking open his can. ‘Kissing booth, huh?’
‘Yeah.’
‘That’s cool.’
‘I know. I’m a cool person.’
‘Better than your duck idea.’
‘Ha-ha.’
He gave a breath of laugher and a half-smirk that made my heart skitter wildly. ‘And you want me to be a kisser? At your kissing booth?’
‘It’s for a good cause?’ I tried.
‘Don’t think so, Shelly.’
‘Please, Noah?’ I begged, using the puppy-dog eyes and putting a heavy emphasis on his name.
‘Will you go on your knees and beg?’
‘No,’ I said slowly, ‘but every other girl will. Would that do it?’
He laughed a little. ‘That’s why I’m going to say no, sorry.’
