The Kissing Booth 2: Don't Kiss & Tell

Chapter 12: The Last Day- Elle's POV

The next morning I got up early. I had my last practice before we drove home. I was beyond thankful that I didn't have to do it on my own. I had been dreading the 3000 mile journey home. We hadn't even planned it all out yet. I was going to head to practice alone while Lee stayed at the hotel to come up with a plan. This meant that I potentially had to face Noah on my own. That thought both scared and thrilled me. Seeing him still brought back all of those butterflies. It probably always would.

I got to practice extra early. I wanted to make sure my last day counted for something. This meant that I also got there before Noah. At least it would be one less awkward and emotionally trying encounter.

Katie was the next to join me. We both ran our laps together while talking about the house I was moving into next year and all of the activities I would have to be a apart of. She mentioned that they held a carnival to raise money for the campus. Of course my very first question was 'do they have a kissing booth?' She laughed hysterically and said 'why, are you volunteering yourself as tribute?' I laughed and said 'well, I'm not Katniss Everdeen, but I wouldn't oppose.'

In truth, I don't think I'd mind this time around. I have nothing holding me back. I don't have a boyfriend to take into consideration and I had gotten my first kiss out of the way. I didn't participate last year because my breakup with Noah was so fresh. It always looked like fun. There would have to be more rules and I would need to bring Lee in for it, but it sounded like an adventure. Since Lee was also single, I may be able to get him to participate too. One thing I knew for sure was that I wouldn't be begging Noah to help again.

Katie offered to pitch the idea to the council for me. I couldn't have been more thankful. I remember pitching the idea to my High School student council my junior year and I could hardly get a word out. Lee had to blurt it out for me. At least this way most of the work will be done for me. I still wanted to help make the booth though. Maybe this year I could endure the experience without being painted by Lee. Knowing him, he would show up and do it for old time sake.

As soon as the rest of the team showed up, the coach sat us down for a morning announcement. He thanked all of the seniors for all of their hard work over the many years they had been with the team and then he turned to me. He said 'I want to thank Elle Evans for coming all the way out here from California to meet with all of you. I think we can all agree that she will be an amazing asset to the team and I look forward to working with her going forward. She goes home today, so make sure you grab her number.'

It felt pretty awesome to be recognized by one of the best Coaches in America. It made all of my hard work through the years worth it. I'm thankful that I was given the opportunity to continue playing for another 4 years. Soccer has always kept me sane. It was the ultimate stress reviler after mom died. All of my emotions over the years have been played out on that field. It made me more driven. Without soccer, I don't know who I would be.

After our group talk was over and the girls had passed my number around, we ran out to the field to work on drills and go over some of the playbook. The coach even let me have some input on a few of the plays that will be going into next years seasonal playbook. It was arguably the best time I've ever had doing drills. I could tell that I was going to love these girls and I was going to love Harvard. It made the prospect of losing Lee for weeks at a time a lot more bearable. For the first time I really felt like I had make the right decision. The rest of the things that plagued me could be dealt with later.

After practice I escaped to the locker room. I took a long shower and put on my cute black one piece suit and a pair of shorts with artificial tares in the thighs. I paired it with my white converse shoes and I put my hair up in a messy bun. I wasn't in the mood to spend forever on my hair. I had a long trip ahead of me, so comfort was calling my name.