Kissing Booth (Rewritten)

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The Only Guy She Hasn't Slept With

Scar Patterson

If I excluded the handful of old women and the creepy gay guy who had insisted that I kissed him, I would have to say that day one of the kissing booth was a success. I had to kiss over sixty people, young and old alike, and some of them were even generous enough to donate fives and tens. 

People loved me.

No other member of the team acquired as much as money as I did, and that alone solidified my title as the most loved football player in Summer Hill history.

As the day came to a close and everyone had filed out of the green and into the parking lot, Trey and I stood back to count the money. Our goal was to raise three thousand dollars for our team trip, and each member of the team was responsible for generating at least thirty-five dollars per day of carnival week. So far, I was the one contributing the most money at nearly 150 bucks, and Trey was right behind me at eighty. If we kept this up, we'd have the money in no time.

When I finished counting the money, I stuffed it back into the metal box and shoved it inside my gym bag. Pulling the strap over my shoulder and giving Trey a slight nod, we began to walk alongside each other toward the exit, marked by a tall gate and colorful balloons. "Hey, do you know where Frankie went?" I questioned him.

Trey gave me a lopsided smile. "Funny how you think I know where your girlfriend is."

My brows knitted together as I glanced down at the green grass, stubbing my feet deeper with every step. "Huh," I huffed in a disapproving manner. "Ten bucks says she's hooking up with Tanner from the lacrosse team."

Trey's dark eyes narrowed. "What makes you say that?"

"She's the only guy she hasn't slept with," I pointed out.

He let out a short laugh. "That's 'cause Tanner is gay."

I snapped my gaze to my best friend. "What? Since when?"

"Since he came out with his boyfriend?" Trey raised a skeptical brow.

My brows knitted together. "Damn," I muttered under my breath, "I never would have guessed."

A brief period of silence came over us, but Trey broke it by saying, "So are we seriously not gonna talk 'bout the fact that someone gave you twenty bucks? Desperate much?" A coy smile curved his lips as he used a mocking tone to tease me. "It sucks having a best friend who all the girls want. It's pretty selfish if ya think about it." 

I rolled my eyes deep into my sockets and let a slight groan escape my lips. I didn't need any more reminders of the creepy gay guy. "It was just some girl," I lied easily. Trey responded with a big grin that showed he approved, but didn't say much after that; instead, we both walked out of the carnival gates in silence and headed toward what used to be my dad's old beat-up Jeep. 

The paint had chipped severely and looked more like a nasty brown than the bright orange it was supposed to be. There were several dents along the bumper and hood from previous run-ins with other cars, and the leather seats were undesirably torn from the heat. It wasn't the sexiest of cars, but it was one of my dad's car before he died, and my mom thought it'd be suiting if I drove it, considering the fact that she wasn't going to buy me a car of my own.

As I circled around the Jeep to get to the driver's side, my eyes caught the stare of a familiar blond-haired boy who had his leg propped up against a shiny, black Mustang. As soon as we made eye contact, his lips stretched into a menacing grin. I tried to hide the fact that my heart probably stopped beating at that second and scrambled into the driver's seat, quickly turning the car on and feeling the engine roar beneath my feet. There was something strange about that boy and his sardonic smile, and I didn't want to stick around long enough to find out what it was.