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Axel was a dick.
And Jacob made it easier for me to breathe.
I definitely preferred how the second thing made me feel.
I wasn’t even sure why I was thinking about this though. Even if I came clean about everything to Jacob? All the operations and phases? I’d still have to tell him I kissed a rando in a closet.
He’d never look at me the same.
I wasn’t sure I’d find it easy to breathe ever again.
Not until I solved the mystery of who my kiss thief was. It was time to get Sophie’s help.
Scarlett and the Kiss Thief - Chapter 17 – Hoes Before Bros
Monday
I wasn’t sure how many times I’d read through those texts over the weekend. I’d asked the kiss thief to tell me his name a couple more times, but he hadn’t texted me back since Friday. Apparently he only felt chatty at two in the morning.
I peered around the side of my dad’s car, waiting for Sophie’s car to pull up. I needed her help. And I also needed to hide from Jacob and Axel. Because if I saw one of them in the hall, I wasn’t sure what to do. Not until I knew who the kiss thief was.
I finally saw RJ pull into the parking lot. Sophie took forever walking in this direction. But when she reached my dad’s car, I grabbed her hand and pulled her next to me.
“Good, you’re alive,” Sophie said. “I haven’t heard from you all weekend.”
I hadn’t known what to say to her. And I just needed time to digest everything that had happened. Part of me thought I should keep the texts a secret. It felt like they were only meant for my eyes. But I needed her help. Desperately. I shoved my phone into her hands. “He texted me.”
“Who?”
“The kiss thief.”
“Ooooh. So who was it?”
“I have no idea.”
Sophie frowned. “What?”
“Just read it.”
Sophie scanned the messages. “Damn. He’s so possessive.” She cringed. “And you’re so needy. You texted him five times without a response. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I needed to know his freaking name!”
Sophie leaned against the car as she read the messages again. “This is so hot.”
“How is it hot? We have no idea who it is.”
“I know. You have a very mysterious stalker. I love that for you.” She handed me my phone back.
“That’s all you have to say? Sophie, I need to know who this is.”
“Of course. And we have a whole plan for that. The kissing booth at the football game this weekend. Operation Kissing Booth.”
“No! No more operations! Sophie, I’m not kissing the whole football team.”
She smiled. “Would you rather have a blowing booth?”
“What?”
