Girls Chase Girls | #1 [COMPLETE]

chapter 7 (new)

Xia

Xia recruited the Webber Asian Student Association to her cause, with a little deception and candy heart bribes.

"What could be better than a kissing booth for Valentine's Day?"

Hanyeul, the club treasurer, kicked back his heels. "I don't know, a bake sale?"

Qaisra, vice president and resident romantic, piped up, "Cookies can be very sweet, but kisses are better." She was eating contraband Hershey's kisses because she was an adorable cliche.

Xia blew out a relieved breath. That was one in her corner. "So you'll help me?"

"Do I get a kiss for it?" Hanyeul joked. Xia pretended to gag. Han was okay, he just wasn't Phaedra Barlowe. There was only one of her—thank god. I would die of lust. Can you die of lust? I'd manage it.

Vishwas threw a love heart-laden candy wrapper at Han's head from the other end of the meeting table. "The only lips you'd better be kissing are mine, Casanova."

Han blew his boyfriend a smooch. "Only you, baby!"

Qaisra grunted, "Idiots," and rolled her eyes, loving and annoyed at the same time. "Anyway, you've obviously got your eye on a long shot. What's a kissing both among friends?"

Xia nodded. She hadn't much thought they were friends. They didn't even speak to each other unless they were organizing a fundraiser or attending volunteer events. Some friends. Not that Xia had ever made friends easily.

It took the club a week to wrangle the proper authorizations from the school administrator and then three days more to build the booth. They were engineers in training, some of them, not carpenters. Han's dad chopped plywood into the appropriate shapes, they just had to put them together. Yeah, that's what took three days.

We're all gay and none of us can use tools. That's gotta break some kinda rule.

They were into their first afternoon in business—$100 dollars in because Han was hot and Vish kissed like a heathen—when Phaedra showed her face in the ground floor corridor of Webber High. It just so happened to be Xia's shift to man the stand.

She did not plan it that way.

Probably.

Phaedra queued up into the nonexistent line. (Xia wasn't exactly the most sought-after kissing partner.)

"You're doing a kissing booth to raise money for the Valentine's Day dance."

"That's what the sign says." It actually read, 'Keep It Simple Sweetie, no tongue,' but whatever. Point made. As excuses went, Xia would take it

"You know everybody's gonna get mono and there won't be a dance, right? Did you clear this with Student Organizations?"

"The Asian Student Association is in charge of fundraising for the dance."

Phaedra groaned a groan of the thoroughly put-upon, a deep gorgeous sound Xia felt at the bottom of her stomach. "I'll pay you two hundred dollars to kiss all the volleyball players. I know you don't have mono, you got out of the hospital, like, yesterday."

"I could have been busy," Xia objected.

Phaedra glared. "Who with?"

Xia kept her expression blank; coy never worked for her. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I asked, didn't I? Who's the lucky guy?" Phaedra's dark eyes were positively glacial.

Xia began to backtrack. "You don't know him." She did not wanna be playing jealousy games with a Wild Girl. She would lose so bad.