Chapter Twelve | Kissing Booth
The library I sat in was still and quite. Sterile. That's the best way to describe the schools Library. The stark white walls and infinite glass windows make all the books seem brand new even if they're not. The open layout makes it easy for light to bounce off every surface.
Taj and I sat at a table as we discussed on the event we have to plan for the after game fair. We've been here for a good ten minutes just throwing out ideas and that neither of the other ever agreed on.
"So cookie stand is out the window?" Taj says, scratching out the idea on a piece of paper.
I dragged out a sigh. "Last time I tried cooking something we had to get a new stove, because I exploded the last one." I said.
Taj chuckled softly before he stared to play with the pencil in his hands. He seemed to be a deep thought for a moment, his light eyes wondering off in the distance.
"How about a kissing booth?" He says.
I felt my face twist up at the idea, and Taj must've noticed the unsure look on my face, because he let out a laugh.
Kissing booth? Like with real kissing?
I frowned. "Taj, I don't know about all that. I mean, kissing? These dusty students?"
Taj kissed his teeth, before clasping his hands together in a pleading manner. "Aw c'mon Wynter. The profit would be the highest of the fair, no doubt."
My right brow cocked at him in a questioning manner. "You really think so?"
Taj nodded. "You and I are both really attractive so I know we'll end up getting a lot of customers, and the charity would be overwhelmed with the profit, I promise."
I smiled at the fact he complimented my looks. "Alright then, kissing booth it is." I shrugged my shoulders.
Taj smiled, showing off his perfect row of teeth. "This is gonna be big, I just know it." He said.
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Baby Daddy
General FictionWynter Nox is just trying to get through high school without too much drama. With his best friends River, Tamir and Corrie, the quartet do their best to get through whatever it is senior year will throw at them-- clubs tryouts, the SAT, and the foot...