Page 97 of The Kissing Booth
‘We haven’t done that since the sixth grade.’
‘It seemed appropriate, given the party,’ I laughed.
‘We’re really going to have a costume party?’
‘Hell yeah. And we’re going as the Olsen twins.’
He biffed me across the head, laughing. I rolled out of the way, ending up on the grass. I sat up, crossing my legs underneath me and grinning up at him.
‘Thing One and Thing Two,’ he told me.
‘I’m not dying my hair blue,’ I protested. Then I smirked. ‘But I’m sure Rachel would love to see you in a snug red jumpsuit...’
‘I take it back,’ he exclaimed, shaking his head wildly and waving his hands around. I laughed harder.
Then he said, ‘Shall we do it next Friday? After the graduation ceremony?’
‘Yeah, we may as well. I mean, our birthday is on the Sunday so... And if I get drunk, I—’
‘I don’t want to be hungover on my birthday,’ he finished for me.
‘Same.’
‘Of course. So shall I start sending the message around right now?’
‘Well, I was thinking—’
‘Careful, don’t hurt yourself.’
I laughed but still managed to frown at him and say a sarcastic ‘Ha-ha. I was about to say “the same thing” before you so rudely interrupted m—’
His phone started ringing and he held up a finger. ‘Hold that thought,’ he said, deliberately interrupting me again. I just laughed as he fished his iPhone out of his pocket and tapped away at it, broadcasting the message to about fifty of our friends. We figured we could always invite more people if we wanted, but it was harder to uninvite them.
My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, and I took it out.
‘Who is it?’ Lee asked.
‘Noah.’
His head snapped up from his cell. ‘What the hell does he want now? He didn’t harass you enough earlier?’
I pressed the ‘busy’ button, ignoring Noah’s call. ‘He didn’t harass me, Lee...’
‘Mm. Maybe. I just don’t think he’s good for you, Elle, that’s all. I’m trying to look out for you. I know my brother.’
‘You think I don’t know him? He never treated me badly, Lee.’
‘But he never treated you the way you deserved, either,’ he argued. Then, sighing, he said, ‘Never mind. I don’t want to argue about that anymore. So. Costume for our party.’
‘Oh, don’t you worry about that.’ I grinned mischievously. ‘I have the perfect solution.’
Chapter 22
FRIDAY, WHEN Iwasn’t in class, I was running to and fro calling people to ensure all the finishing touches were in place for the Summer Dance the next day. It was more than enough stress to keep my mind away from any thoughts of Noah.
Rachel, May, Lisa and I were all planning on going to this little spa on Saturday to get our nails and hair done; Lisa’s mom worked there, so she got us a discount.
I felt so out of the loop though – all the girls were gushing constantly about their dates; how his tie matched her dress just perfectly, how their crush had asked them to save a dance, how he looked so hot in his tux...
