Kissing Booth (Rewritten)

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Amy 

Scar Patterson

I had a hard time focusing on the kissing booth that Thursday because all I could think about were all the traitors in my life.

Francesca was the only person I could ever love, I was convinced, and it was almost like she was aware of the power she held over me. She knew I could never let her go, no matter what she did, and that was why she decided to screw my best friend, knowing it'd hurt me. I didn't think her efforts would have been successful because I wouldn't have ever thought that my best friend could betray me like that. Even if Francesca had tried to make a move, it was a violation of the bro-code and he knew that.

As angry as I was, I knew he would come around to try to fix things, so I figured I would cling onto the one person who was actually interested in my well-being in the meantime. But Jamie turned out to be a traitor just like everyone else in my life lately.

"Hey, Patterson, there's a little hottie in line," I heard one of my teammates, Gabe, holler at me. I directed my attention to the hottie he was referring to, and frowned when my eyes landed on a boy. "Think you wanna kiss him, too?"

I sighed in frustration and turned away from the booth. "Funny," I retorted dryly. The team had been making sure to remind me of my brief kiss with Jamie ever since it happened, and I knew this joke wouldn't let up anytime soon. I didn't care much because they were meatheads, but I certainly didn't like what it was doing to my reputation. Francesca didn't want to date me, and apparently, neither did the other girls at Summer Hill.

It was near the end of the day, and I was more than excited to go home if it meant I wouldn't have to endure the endless torture that was my teammates and the entire student body. I was banned from participating in the booth since I was "bad for business", so I was assigned the duty of counting the money off to the side while Gabe got to take the forefront for the day. It wasn't like I totally minded that, especially since I wasn't in any mood to lock lips with strangers when the universe was shitting on me.

Just as the sun began to set and the carnival goers of children, teens and parents alike were making their way to the overcrowded parking lot, I elected to stay behind to count the remaining money and wait out the swarm.

My thoughts drifted to Jamie, suddenly realizing that he hadn't made an appearance at the carnival today. He made a habit out of showing up and appearing out of seemingly nowhere whenever he wanted to bother me, and even though I was sure our friendship was likely over, I had expected him to protest or do something that fit his character more than just ... disappearing.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I didn't need to think about Jamie because he didn't matter. Francesca didn't matter. Trey didn't matter.

"Hey," the sound of the devil's voice broke me from my stupor. I looked up helplessly at the brown-skinned boy I used to call my best friend. Trey shoved a tray of fries covered in an unknown substance in my face. "Want some chili cheese fries?"

My gaze dropped to the fries, then flicked back up to his brown eyes, searching for any sign that he wasn't being serious. He hooked up with Francesca behind my back and now he was asking if I wanted fries?

Fries?

"Fuck off," I spat.

"Patterson–"

"No, fuck off. We're not friends, anymore."

Trey blinked, astonished. "Scar, I came to apologize to you."

"Don't want it."

"Dude."

"Dude."

There was a long pause before he cracked a smile and continued to shove the fries into me. "You're not you when you're hungry."