Page 8 of The Kissing Booth
I sighed. ‘Well, they can’t say I didn’t try.’
‘Hold on,’ he said. ‘Did you actuallyneedme to do it, or do they just want me to do it?’ he asked, jerking his head past me at the girls.
‘The latter.’
He nodded. ‘Well, sorry. I don’t think I can risk my dignity. Plus, imagine how much all the other guys would hate me for stealing all the kisses,’ he said with a smirk.
‘I was thinking something more along the lines of how much the charity would hate you for putting people off coming to the kissing booth.’
He smirked. ‘Touché.’
‘Whatever...’ I shook my head. ‘Forget it.’
I wandered back to the cheerleaders, shrugging with an apologetic smile. ‘Sorry, guys. He won’t do it.’
‘You should’ve tried harder,’ Olivia said. ‘Watch and learn.’ She thrust her drink at Faith, and sauntered over to Noah, who was talking to a couple of boys. Olivia, in her extremely little black dress, was leaning on Noah’s arm, all but throwing herself at him, and it looked like she had something in her eye, the way she was batting her eyelashes.
Then again, maybe I was just being a little too critical. I mean, her technique seemed to turn a few other guys’ heads, at least.
Needless to say, he obviously told her no too: she pouted and stalked back to us. ‘That guy is so obnoxious.’
‘And so hot,’ Georgia muttered, sipping her drink.
‘Hell yeah,’ Olivia agreed with a laugh. The girls all giggled and looked around to check him out.
‘Don’t you think Flynn’s hot, Elle?’
I looked at Faith, blinking. ‘Well, yeah. Of course he is.’
‘Then why aren’t you talking about his fine ass?’
I smiled wryly. ‘Because he’s so far out of my league there’s no point in even trying.’
She gave me a sympathetic look. ‘What are you on about? You’re really pretty! I mean, I’d kill for hair like yours.’
I shrugged, and blushed a little. ‘Thanks, I guess. But whatever, he’s just Lee’s big brother to me now.’
‘Maybe there’s something there. You never know.’
I laughed. ‘Yeah, right. In my dreams.’
Faith shrugged and Candice started talking to her, so I excused myself and slipped into the lounge, where everybody was dancing. I finished off my soda in a few gulps and set the bottle down before joining in. The atmosphere was contagious; not everybody was drinking alcohol, but that didn’t stop them from letting their hair down and going a little crazy.
I hadn’t intended to get drunk. I knew I could have a good time without any of that stuff. But I was a complete lightweight, so by the time I’d had two cans of apple cider, I was pretty out of it. Time flew past, and I was dancing around, laughing and chatting to people.
It seemed like everybody had heard about the kissing booth.
And when they asked me if Flynn would be doing it, I told them I’d ask, because that seemed like the easiest option.
It was about eleven o’clock. I’d just joined some boys, mostly seniors, and Lee, Jason and Dixon in the game room. They were doing shots, all lined up on the pool table.
‘Can I join in?’ I asked, bouncing into the room with a grin.
‘Sure,’ Dixon said, and poured another shot for me.
‘Uh, haven’t you had enough to drink, Elle?’ Lee asked me warily.
‘Who cares?’ I chirped. ‘Three, two...’
