The Kissing Booth Page #2

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Okay.

Good morning!

Morning.

Morning.

Elle...

Dad, my pants ripped.

This is literally all I had.

I swear. I promise.

Okay, I suppose I could

swing by the cleaners,

drop them off at school.

Really?

Oh, my God, that would be amazing!

Thank you!

Bye! I love you!

I love you more!

Bye! I love you!

'Cause honey with you...

Don't say anything!

Okay? My pants ripped.

You should have back-ups.

My backups are at the cleaners.

What about your back-up back-ups?

These are my back-up back-ups!

Okay, okay!

Come on, let's go!

Okay, I'm trying.

Seriously though, cover up.

Like, I'm trying to drive.

Stop! You're so stupid!

There's nowhere left to go

It struck me

That the two of us could run

Nice landing, ace!

Well, if you got your driver's license,

you wouldn't have to put up

with my driving.

Okay, but why would I do that

when I have you as my personal chauffeur?

True.

Oh! And today,

fundraiser ideas.

Fine.

Thank you!

Hey, man, is that girl new?

Jeez, guys! Check out that.

Oh, my word!

Yo! I think that's Elle Evans!

Everybody's looking at us.

Allow me to revise.

Everyone is looking at you.

Damn!

What? No, they're not!

Elle, you are aware that your lady shape

sort of changed over the summer, right?

It was true.

This was the moment

that happens to all of us

when you suddenly go from invisible

to everyone staring at you.

What the hell, Tuppen?

It's fine, Lee. I got this.

Relax, tiny Flynn.

How about I relax your face?

Lee, it's fine! I got this! Lee!

I did not think that through.

No, no, no!

Noah!

Noah, stop!

Enough, Noah! Stop! Are you crazy?

Knock it off!

Knock it off!

Now you three, in my office!

Me?

Now!

Everyone, homeroom! Now!

Douchebag!

He even gets credit for my fights!

Why did you do that?

Lee was in trouble.

Any excuse for a fight, right?

I don't start fights, okay?

I only finish them.

And besides,

no one should treat a girl like that.

Especially if that girl is you.

Me?

Yeah. It's like those guys are trying

to get in my little sister's pants,

which is super gross.

Never great to hear your childhood

crush say it's super gross in your pants.

You know, you have zero experience

with guys.

You've never even had a boyfriend.

Whatever!

Wearing a skirt like that

is asking for it.

Seriously?

You want to go down that road?

No.

I kind of just played the whole

sexist conversation out in my head

and it always ended

with me sounding like a dick.

Miss Evans.

First off,

that skirt is ridiculous.

My pants ripped! It's all I had.

What about your back-ups?

Dry cleaners.

Your back-up back-ups?

These are my back-up back-ups!

All right! Don't get so upset!

I am upset. Dude touched

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