My dentist was probably the best-paid dentist in town, and I had an ashamedly large collection of mints and gum in my apartment waiting for this moment.Īs for being the reigning champion, well, it wasn’t like it had any kind of effect on my life in general. Seriously-I just about had stock in toothpaste companies at this point. I took my role as resident kisser very seriously.

This year was my fifth year in the contest, and I had no intentions of losing my crown anytime soon. I, Halley Dawson, was the Creek Falls Kissing Booth Champion. As of Monday, between the hours of midday and seven p.m., my ass would be parked in this glorified tent, and my lips would be offered up as free game to anyone who was willing to put two dollars in my bucket.

Now, I was standing in the middle of the park, looking at the kissing booth that would be my home for next week. I might have cut open his forehead.Īctually, that’s one situation that would have been worth the jail time.Īlso, my stepbrother is an asshole, so he deserved that shit. That said, I do remember throwing a spoon at him. It was a hormone-induced rage, for what it was worth, and my memory of the event was now somewhat blurry. That was the closest I’d actually come to committing murder. There’s also the time when I was seventeen and having a bitch of a period, and my stepbrother had eaten my ice-cream. And, just like she wasn’t now, Lindsay was not worth any jail time, no matter how many times I imagined pushing her in front of a bus. I totally did have a crush on him, but was it worth the panic attack I had after? There was that time Lindsay Rinna paid her younger brother to put a snake in my locker just because she knew I was deathly afraid of them and she thought I had a crush on her boyfriend. It’s something I’ve told myself a lot over the years, especially during high school. Sometimes, I just have to tell myself that it isn’t worth the jail time. Thank you for being the three best friends a girl could ask for.Īnd not being obvious in your cross-Atlantic eye-rolling when I ask you yet another question.

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