Page 3 of The Kiss List

Whatever. I'll figure it out later.

Blowing out a breath, I turn my attention back to my best friend. "Anyway, what was it that you were telling me about?"

"Oh, that. Nothing important. I just heard that Conrad Harris finally dumped Shelby White. I was just wondering if you knew about that."

"I did not," I say absently, staring in the direction of the boy in question.

The breakup must be true. Because Shelby isn't sitting with Conrad and his friends, which she usually does during lunch. He doesn't seem broken up about it though—not even a little bit. He's even laughing with his friends.

Then again, Conrad Harris has always been more popular than Shelby. Girls are always lining up to be his girlfriend.

Honestly, I don't see the appeal.

I guess he's cute with his light blond hair and pale blue eyes, not to mention that dimple on his left cheek. And he's quite tall too.

But boys that look like him are a dime a dozen here. So why does he stand out?

"Must be the dimple," I mutter. Yeah, that must be it.

"What are you muttering about?" Iris demands.

"Nothing."

But I think I just found the first boy that'll go on my list.

Chapter 2

"Conrad Harris, really? You can't be serious," Iris scoffs, watching me open my locker and take out my books.

I just told her about my plan of kissing Conrad. Well, it's not the exact plan. I'm not sure if he's even going to be the one I get to kiss. But he's a strong contender. Not that he knows. Yet.

"Uh-huh." I nod. "He's on my kiss list."

Yeah, that's what I named it—the kiss list. I came up with the title last night at home after I listed down the boys' names. And it sounds perfect if I do say so myself.

She blinks. "Thewhatnow?"

"The kiss list. So last night, I wrote down a list of potential guys that I could kiss. And Conrad is the first name on the list," I say, my gaze fixed on my reflection in my locker door mirror.

I know I'm average-looking. With my shoulder-length chocolate brown hair. Brown round eyes that look a little big for my face. Small nose. And wide downturned lips that make me look like I'm always pouting.

But I have no complaints. Because when I put some effort into my appearance, I can confidently say that I look and feel pretty.

Like today, my hair is swept back in a high ponytail. My lashes are curled, I'm wearing a bit of mascara, and my lips are glossed. And I'm in a cute baby pink puff-sleeved dress that ends several inches above my knees.

Yep. I definitely look pretty.

I'm even twinning with my bestie. Well, sort of. Her blond hair is in a ponytail too. But instead of a dress, she's in a pink crop top and black floral skirt.

"Will you stop checking yourself out and explain to me this whole'kiss list'thing?" Iris demands, using air quotes on the words.

Closing my locker, I tuck my books into my chest and hook my arm through Iris's as we make our way to Math class. "I literally just explained it. Didn't you listen to what I just said?"

"Oh, I did. And I hope you were joking."

"Nope. Dead serious."

"Ugh," Iris groans. "Okay, fine. Show me the freaking list."

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