The Kissing Booth 2: Don't Kiss & Tell

Chapter 10: The Party- Noah's POV

After I sent that text to Elle, I waited and wished for a reply. When I got the message that said "Hey Flynn, I'm on my way over, unlock the door for me" I didn't even look at the text properly. I got up as fast as I could and got dressed. While I eagerly awaited Elle's arrival, I finally opened the text message and read the message in its entirety. I was taken aback by her calling me Flynn. Was this going to be an angry conversation? Did I do something else to piss her off? After reading the message over and over to myself, it finally dawned on me to check the sender. All of my hopes were dashed when I realized the text message wasn't from Elle at all. It was from Arianna. She was the one that Elle caught me with 8 months ago.

There was no way in hell I was sticking around for her. I wanted nothing to do with her or this situation. I wasn't going to be caught dead alone in a dorm with her especially while Elle was in town. I grabbed my wallet and motorcycle keys and took off. She sent a few other messages after that, but I ignored and deleted every one of them. There was only one person I wanted to hear from, and that girl probably wouldn't even respond to me.

Have you ever been to a college party? If you have, then you know that it's the type of atmosphere where you almost always make mistakes. You meet people you never intended to meet and you usually consume more alcohol that you ever intended to. Date rape drugs are passed around like candy and the girls wear little to no clothes. People are having sex out in the open and the music is so loud that you can't think. I made the mistake of going to a few too many this year. This is usually where my hookups happen. It's low, but its true.

These parties put my high school ones to shame. My house parties looked like a child's birthday party compared to these college parties. Our parties had a cut off limit and seemed to end. Sometimes, these parties go on for a few days. They seem like fun, until you wake up the next morning. When you're single you take more risks at one of these things. Invitations to things like this should come with a warning label.

The moment I heard Elle say "Hey Lee, how do you feel about going to a party tonight" I flew into panic mode. I jumped back into being over protective Noah. Elle hated it when I was so damn controlling, and this may break rule #2 (Stop telling her what to do) but I can't let this one go. Before I knew it I was already screaming "You aren't going to some damn party!" Being Elle she immediately responded with "Yet again, you'd better get used to disappointment."

Damn, this girl drives me insane. Everything about her is so perfect for me. She's assertive and knows how to put me in my place. I've yet to meet another person that can do that. She doesn't take no for an answer.

I stood there thinking about all of the trouble she and Lee could get into. They could easily get separated. She may take a toxic drink from a complete stranger and end up falling prey to them. She could be touched inappropriately or asked out by the wrong person. She could drink too much like she has in the past and need help. Hmm.. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't mind taking care of her like I did last year. Having Elle in my bed was never a bad thing.

Elle did everything she could to avoid me today. I tried so hard to catch her. Lee was always there to get in the way. If only I could just get her to sit down and talk to me I could clear up a lot of this. Maybe I could get to her before someone else tells her what a man whore I've been. It wasn't completely true, but I wasn't exactly innocent. After it was clear that things were over with Elle, I had nothing to lose.

My argument with Lee was still reeling in my head. Lee kept saying "Noah, you have no right to be here. You need to walk the hell away and leave her alone. I could seriously kick your ass right now. You're such a douche bag." He wasn't wrong. I felt like a complete douche bag. I kind of wish someone would kick my ass. Maybe I would finally feel something. The most alive I've felt in months was seeing her. That's really all it took. I knew everyone wanted me to leave her alone after all I've put her through, but I just couldn't. It wasn't even an option.