The Kissing Booth

  Contents

  Cover

  About the Book

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Copyright

  About the book

  A cool, sexy YA romance novel from seventeen-year-old Wattpad sensation Beth Reekles.

  Meet Rochelle Evans: pretty, popular – and never been kissed.

  Meet Noah Flynn: badass, volatile – and a total player. And also Elle’s best friend’s older brother . . .

  When Elle decides to run a kissing booth for the school’s Spring Carnival, she locks lips with Noah and her life is turned upside down. Her head says to keep away, but her heart wants to draw closer – this romance seems far from fairy tale and headed for heartbreak. But will Elle get her happily ever after?

  THE KISSING BOOTH

  Bethan Reekles

  In memory of my Nan, who proved to me that no matter what, you can always keep soldiering on.

  Chapter 1

  ‘DO YOU WANT a drink?’ Lee called from the kitchen as I shut the front door.

  ‘No, thanks,’ I called back. ‘I’ll head on up to your room.’

  ‘Sure thing.’

  I’d never stop wondering at how big Lee Flynn’s house was; it was practically a mansion. There was a room downstairs complete with a fifty-inch TV and surround sound, not to mention the pool table, and the (heated) pool outside.

  Even though I treated it like a second home the only place I felt really, really comfortable was in Lee’s bedroom.

  I opened the door and saw the sunlight spilling in through the open doors leading to his small balcony. Posters of bands covered the walls, his drum kit sat in the corner next to a guitar, and his Apple Mac was proudly displayed on a smart mahogany desk that matched the rest of the furniture.

  But, just like any other sixteen-year-old boy’s room, the floor was littered with T-shirts and underpants and stinky socks; a half-eaten sandwich festered next to the Apple Mac, and empty cans were strewn over almost every surface.

  I launched myself onto Lee’s bed, loving the way it bounced.

  We’d been best friends since we were born. Our moms both knew each other from college and I only lived a ten-minute walk away now. Lee and I had grown up together. We might as well have been twins: freakishly, we were born on the same day.

  He was my best friend. Always had been and always will be. Even if he did annoy the hell out of me sometimes.

  He turned up just at that moment, holding two opened bottles of orange soda, knowing I’d have drunk his at some point anyway.

  ‘We need to decide what we’re doing for the carnival,’ I said.

  ‘I know,’ he sighed, messing up his dark brown hair and scrunching up his freckled face. ‘Can’t we just do a coconut thing? You know, when they throw balls and try to knock the coconuts off?’

  I shook my head in wonder. ‘That’s what I was thinking . . .’

  ‘Of course it is.’

  I smirked a little. ‘But we can’t. It’s already taken.’

  ‘Why do we have to come up with a booth anyway? Can’t we just manage the whole event and make other people come up with the booths?’

  ‘Hey, you’re the one who said being on the school council would look good on our college applications.’

  ‘You’re the one who agreed to it.’

  ‘Because I wanted to be on the dance committee,’ I pointed out. ‘I didn’t realize we had to work on the carnival too.’

  ‘This sucks.’

  ‘I know. Oh, hey, what about if we hired one of those, um . . . you know’ – I made a swinging gesture with my hands – ‘those things with the hammer.’

  ‘Where they test your strength?’

  ‘Yeah. That thing.’

  ‘No, they already ordered one of those.’

  I sighed. ‘I don’t know then. There’s not much left – everything’s already taken.’

  We looked at each other and both said, ‘I told you we should’ve started planning this earlier.’

  We laughed, and Lee sat at his computer, spinning around on the chair slowly.

  ‘Haunted house?’

  I gave him a deadpan look – well, I tried. It wasn’t easy to catch his eye when he was spinning around like that.

  ‘It’s spring, Lee. Not Halloween.’

  ‘Yeah, so?’

  ‘No. No haunted house.’

  ‘Fine,’ he grumbled. ‘Then what do you suggest?’

  I shrugged. Truth was, I had no idea. We were pretty much screwed. If we didn’t come up with a booth, then we’d end up being booted off the council, which would mean we couldn’t put it on our college applications next year.

  ‘I don’t know. I can’t think when it’s this hot.’

  ‘Then take off your sweater and come up with something.’

  I rolled my eyes, and Lee started surfing Google for ideas for a booth for the Spring Carnival. I tugged my sweater off over my head, and felt the sun on my bare stomach. I tried to wriggle my arms back through so I could pull down the tank top I was wearing underneath . . .

  ‘Lee,’ I said, my voice muffled. ‘A little help?’

  He sniggered at me, and I heard him get up. At that moment the bedroom door was pushed open, and I thought for a minute he’d left me in a tangle, but the next second I heard a different voice.

  ‘Jeez, at least lock the door if you guys are going to do that.’

  I froze, my cheeks going bright pink as Lee tugged down my tank top and yanked the sweater off my head, leaving my hair static.

  I looked up to see his older brother leaning against the door frame, smirking at me.

  ‘Hey, Shelly,’ he greeted me. He knew I hate being called Shelly. I let Lee get away with it, but Noah was another matter entirely. He did it solely to annoy me. Nobody else dared call me ‘Shelly’, not after I had yelled at Cam for it in the fourth grade. Now everybody called me Elle, short for Rochelle. Just like nobody else dared call him ‘Noah’, except for Lee and his parents; everyone else called him by his surname, Flynn.

  ‘Hi, Noah,’ I shot back with a sweet smile.

  His jaw clenched and his dark eyebrows rose a little, like he was daring me to carry on calling him that. I just smiled back and the sexy smirk returned.

  Noah was just about the hottest guy to grace this earth; believe me, I’m not exaggerating. He had dark hair that flopped into his electric blue eyes, and he was tall and broad shouldered. His nose was a little crooked from when it was broken in a fight and didn’t set quite right – Noah wasn’t a stranger to fights, but he’d never been suspended. Aside from the occasional ‘scrap’, as Lee and I had taken to calling it, he was a model student: his grades never dropped below an A, and he was the star of the football team, too.

  I used to have a crush on him when I was twelve or thirteen. It passed pretty quickly though, when
I realized he was way out of my league and always would be. And even though he was unbelievably hot, I acted my normal self around him because I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d ever look at me as anything other than his kid brother’s best friend.

  ‘I know I seem to have this effect on ladies, but could you please try and keep your clothes on in my presence?’

  I laughed sarcastically. ‘Dream on.’

  ‘What’re you guys doing, anyway?’

  I did wonder for a moment why he was interested, but I shrugged it off. Lee said, ‘We have to come up with a stupid booth for the carnival.’

  ‘Sounds . . . crap.’

  ‘No kidding,’ I said, rolling my eyes. ‘All the good booths are taken. We’ll end up with something like – like – like that thing where you hook a duck.’

  They both looked at me like I couldn’t have come up with a worse idea, and I shrugged.

  ‘Whatever. Anyway, Lee – Mom and Dad are away tonight, so party at eight.’

  ‘Cool.’

  ‘And Elle? Try not to strip off in front of everybody for me tonight.’

  ‘You know I only have eyes for Lee,’ I said innocently.

  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 THAT we’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.

  ‘Great. Dave texted to say that he’ll fix up the guys for us, so it’s all done.’

  ‘Which means . . . we have nothing to do now,’ I said brightly. ‘So you can come shopping with me.’

  Lee groaned. ‘Why do you need to go shopping? Don’t you have enough clothes?’

  ‘Yes, I do . . . But you’re having a party tonight and I’m in a good mood since we’ve sorted out this booth at last. So we’re going shopping to buy me something to wear later.’

  Lee groaned again. ‘You just want a hot dress so you can impress my brother, don’t you?’

  ‘No. I just want to go get something to wear. But if I do end up impressing your brother . . . that’s just a bonus. Not to mention a freaking miracle. We both know he doesn’t even think about me in that way . . .’

  Lee sighed. ‘Fine, fine, we’re going shopping. Stop your moaning.’

  I grinned triumphantly; I knew I could convince him. Lee realized I was faking my moaning, but he didn’t want to hear it either way.

  I picked up my sweater and waited for Lee to grab his wallet and sneakers. I bounced downstairs while he trailed behind me. We got into his car – a 65 Mustang he’d got for a steal at a scrap yard – and Lee turned on the engine.

  ‘Thanks, Lee.’

  ‘The things I do for you,’ he sighed, but he was smiling.

  We were at the mall in twenty minutes. Lee turned off the engine, leaving my ears ringing slightly from the hip-hop that had been blasting out.

  ‘You know you owe me for dragging me here.’

  ‘I’ll buy you a donut.’

  Lee wavered. ‘And a milkshake.’

  ‘Done.’

  He slung his arm around my shoulders and I quickly realized why – when he guided me straight to the food court before I could conveniently forget about his bribe. Once Lee was pacified with snacks, he was quite happy to trail around after me to the shops.

  After browsing a few stores, I found the perfect outfit.

  It was a coral-colored dress, the skirt not too tight or short, and the neck low enough to be flattering without revealing everything. The soft, sheer material was bunched up down the left-hand side, concealing the long zip.

  ‘Do we have to go shoe shopping now too?’ Lee moaned as I announced I was trying it on.

  ‘No, I have shoes, Lee,’ I said, rolling my eyes.

  ‘Yeah, well, you have clothes too, but that didn’t stop you,’ he muttered, following me to the changing rooms. He didn’t think twice about wandering into the cubicle with me and lying across the stool. But then again, I didn’t give a second thought to changing in front of him.

  ‘Zip me up?’

  He sighed wearily, and got to his feet to oblige. I looked in the mirror, smoothing the dress. It looked better on the hanger, I thought doubtfully. It showed an awful lot of leg . . .

  Lee let out a low wolf-whistle. ‘Nice.’

  ‘Shut up. Do you think it’s too short?’

  He shrugged and smacked my ass. ‘Who cares?’

  Playfully, I smacked him across the head in reply. ‘I’m serious, Lee. Is it too short?’

  ‘Well. Maybe a little. But it looks good.’

  ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘You think I’d lie to you, Shelly?’ he asked sadly, putting on a pained expression and staggering back, hands clutched over his heart.


  I gave him a look in the mirror. ‘Do you need me to answer that, Lee?’

  ‘No, I guess not,’ he laughed. ‘So you gonna get it?’

  I nodded. ‘Yeah, I guess. It’s fifty percent off.’

  ‘Cool.’ Then he groaned. ‘You’re not spending that other fifty percent on shoes, are you? Please tell me you’re not. If you are, then you owe me a soda and pizza.’

  ‘I promise I’m not buying shoes, or anything else, okay? We can go home after I buy the dress.’ I stepped out of it and put on my jeans and top and sweater: the air-con in the mall made it freezing.

  ‘Aw,’ he sighed. ‘I wanted pizza.’

  I laughed, walking out of the cubicle with him in tow. I walked straight into something – no, someone.

  ‘Sorry,’ I apologized reflexively. Then I realized who it was. ‘Oh, hi, Jaime.’

  She looked suspiciously from me to Lee, and a sly smile slipped onto her face. Jaime was the biggest gossip in the school, and while she was really nice, she is one of those people who can annoy you very easily for no reason.

  ‘What’re you two doing in here? This is the girls’ changing rooms, Lee, you know.’

  He shrugged. ‘Elle needed a second opinion.’

  ‘Okay,’ she said; she actually sounded kind of disappointed, like she’d hoped there was a more gossip-worthy reason. ‘Sure thing. Hey, I heard you’re having a party tonight. Your brother’s going to be there, right?’

  Lee rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah.’

  Jaime smiled brightly. ‘Great!’

  ‘Are you dress shopping too?’ I asked her, just making small talk.

  ‘No, I need a new pair of jeans. My dog decided that my jeans made a better toy than his squeaky ball.’

  I laughed. ‘What a nice dog.’

  ‘Tell me about it. Are you wearing that tonight?’ She nodded at the dress in my hands.

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘I’m not sure it’s really your color . . .’ she said, but I caught the muscle twitch in her cheek, and the expression was one I’d learned to read over the years. Jealousy. I took that as a good sign.

  ‘Hmm, maybe . . . But it’s on sale. I can’t resist a good bargain.’

  She laughed politely. ‘Yeah, I guess. Well, see you guys later!’

  ‘Bye, Jaime,’ we chorused, and I heard Lee sigh and mumble something about how much she annoyed him.