Kissing Booth: Another Take

Chapter 23

Noah's POV

The afternoon passed quickly to my dismay. This just meant less and less time till I had to say goodbye to Elle and head back to Boston.

The fact that she got along so well with my friends still astonished me. With Lee and Elle, I had always felt like the third wheel with all of their inside jokes and secret languages that I could never keep up. But my friends loved Elle, sometimes it felt like they loved her more than they liked me, and it was like this was always how it was supposed to be: Elle as my girlfriend, and my two best friends.

I couldn't believe that Chloe had shared her secret with Elle first. Well actually, I could believe it. That was really an endearing trait about my girlfriend – she made people feel comfortable enough to be who they truly were. Take me for example, I was hiding behind the fighting and aggression and she saw right through that. She saw who I was behind all of that and believed that the rest of the world should see it too. God, I loved her.

I heard a knock on my door. I opened to find Elle leaning on my doorframe in the same outfit from earlier. She held out a hand with the familiar leather of my old faithful jacket that I left here. I didn't take it to Harvard, without a motorcycle out there I wouldn't really wear it.

"Put it on," she demanded.

I complied, throwing it over my striped shirt long sleeve I was wearing for dinner. I noticed the backpack on her back again. "Aren't we going to dinner?" I asked confused.

"We'll meet them there," she eyed me in the leather jacket. "I missed this look," she smirked, leaning up to give me a kiss.

I tried to deepen it but she pulled away, clicking her tongue. "We're on a schedule, come on," she grabbed my hand and led me downstairs.

"Meet you there!" Chloe said as she passed us, a wink sent my way.

Elle grabbed a set of keys from her pocket and led us into the dark garage, she flicked the light on an as my eyes adjusted to the light I found her leaning against my baby – my Honda VT 750 C Shadow.

"Lee told me you drove this into the Pacific," I walked up to her, one hand coming to her hip and one hand on the handlebars. I appraised the bike, surprised to see how clean and well taken care of it was. I even noticed a little Harvard "H" that Elle must have adorned one of the rearview mirrors with.

She laughed, looking at awestricken face, "You actually believed him? That's a classic Lee-ism."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Besides, I kind of had to use it the days that Lee would ditch me for Rachel," she shrugged. I pet the leather of my seat. "Soooo are you driving or should I?" she grabbed a helmet and handed it to me. I swiped the helmet from her.

"Are you kidding me? Get on the back!" I pinched her butt making her giggle. I offered a hand to help her on but she just got on herself, a quick kiss on my cheek before settling in behind me.

Her hands came under my jacket to wrap around my waist. It felt like home.

"Where to miss?" I asked her over my shoulder.

"To our spot," she said simply, "It's sunset."

I smiled. As everyone knows, I'm a fairly possessive person. I never shared well with Lee, which is why when he had Elle he hated the thought of sharing her with me. When I finally did 'have' Elle, despite her history with my brother, I still felt like I had more right to her than he did. But hearing Elle call the spot our spot made me feel like everyone else could stake claim to anything else in my life as long as the spot was ours.