Kissing Booth (Rewritten)

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Plastic Mac & Cheese

Jamie Myers

The mystery that surrounded Scar was much bigger than I had anticipated. As I took in the way the sun was hitting his face in this very moment, I realized that he truly was a beautiful human being. His turquoise-colored eyes seemed almost inhuman under the sunlight, his short tufts of brown hair stuck out in all directions, but that kind of messy looked great on him. His teeth caught onto the corner of his lip, and he couldn't have looked sexier biting his lip like that. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that this beautiful boy beside me had a mysterious piano-playing past that he refused to share.

"Can you stop staring at me like that?" he asked suddenly, not turning to face me, but instead, continuing to count the money he had made for today while simultaneously biting his lip in frustration.

I leaned against the booth and chuckled to myself. "Don't flatter yourself, Patterson. I wasn't looking at you. I was looking at that hot guy over there."

Scar's attention instantly snapped into the distance, searching for alleged hot guy. Then he glanced over at me, sighed, and returned his attention to the money. "So far, we've only made twenty dollars. That's way worse than yesterday. I'll have to check in with the guys to see what they've been making, but they're being assholes today."

"Why?"

"They know that I kissed you, and they won't stop teasing me about it."

"Ah," I said with a slight smile to which Scar just shook his head in dismay. "So if the money isn't going to charity, what's it for?" 

"The team wants to take a trip down to Myrtle Beach," he replied automatically, continuing to not bring his attention to me. 

The sun was starting to set. The carnival would be closing in a half hour, and Scar still didn't have enough time to score more customers. I watched as girl after girl passed by the kissing booth without giving it a second glance, which was, indeed, quite the contrast from yesterday's turnout. Apparently, news about Scar and I had sky-rocketed to levels that I had never expected, making the most popular guy in school become a little less popular in the process.

Scar sighed once more and slumped against the booth with his head buried in his hands. I wanted to slap myself for suddenly feeling guilty for putting him in this predicament, especially when the money wasn't even going to an actual cause, but I still found myself digging into my back pocket for my wallet and pulling out a folded hundred dollar bill. I handed it to him. "Here."

Scar lifted his head from his hands and gave me a puzzled look. "What's that for?"

"For you," I answered. "It may not be as much as you made yesterday, but I know how much this means to you, so take it before I change my mind."

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he stared at me a little longer with his intense green eyes. He was reluctant for another moment or two before he actually reacted by taking the money and stuffing it into the box, not once removing his eyes from mine. "Well, thanks."

I offered him a genuine smile. I was seconds away from responding with something totally witty and sarcastic, but I was interrupted by the sound of a delicate female voice. When I redirected my attention to the source of the voice, a girl with big gray eyes and thick brown ringlets surrounding her chubby face, I smiled.

"Hey," she greeted us with a friendly smile.

I could practically feel Scar snap. "Amy," he seethed. "I told you to stay home with Mom. Why are you here?"