All Chapters of The Rules Of Kissing Girls : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32 : DATE NIGHT WITH THE DUDECHARLOTTE’S POV Yesterday absolutely drained the life out of me. I mean, who knew selling cookies for six hours straight could feel like running an emotional marathon? Mrs. Cater was so sweet, but that woman had energy. She could probably run a small kingdom with the way she organized cupcake boxes and yelled, “SMILE, GIRLS!” every ten minutes.By the time Maya and I finally left the community center, my feet were crying. Not hurting, crying. They had emotions, they had opinions, they were judging me.When I finally got home, I kicked my shoes off like they were enemies and face planted onto my bed. My entire brain went blank for a moment until I remembered something.Sophie!!We hadn’t talked in a while. Not for any major reason, just life happening. School, drama with stalker girl, bakery chaos, and Sienna being Sienna. But still we were technically dating online, I don't think it's normal for couples not to talk, except lesbian couples do th

CHAPTER 34 : WORST PLANCHARLOTTE'S POV I woke up with my stomach doing nervous gymnastics. Party tonight, basement, Max, possibly loud music, definitely potential embarrassment.Before I even rolled out of bed, Maya burst into my room without knocking, classic Maya.“There she issss,” she sang, yanking open my wardrobe. “We’re picking an outfit. No objections. No ugly choices. No panicking clothes that overstimulates you.”“I never wear panic clothes,” I protested.She held up a shirt I’d worn at least eight times this month. “Really? Explain this then.” her eyebrows narrowing towards each other I threw a pillow at her. She dodged like she’d been training for this.My phone buzzed on my nightstand.SOPHIE: Good morning lottie. what are you up to today?My heart did an Olympic level flip.Of all the days, why today?I typed with my thumbs shaking:LOTTIE : hey!! I've got a birthday thing later tonight. nothing major, might sneak out of the party lol.Maya glanced over. “Who’re you

CHAPTER 36: BUSTED AT TWO AMCHARLOTTE'S POV By the time Max’s car finally dropped me off, it was 2:07 a.m., and every nerve in my body was buzzing with leftover party adrenaline mixed with creeping dread. I imagined all the thirty seven senerious that could happen if I get caught by my mum.One of them including being shipped to Australia where my wierd uncle live to work in his barn.I stood on the sidewalk staring at my house like it was a haunted museum. All the lights were off. The windows were silent. Everything looked peaceful.Too peaceful.I tiptoed up the driveway, clutching my shoes because the heels were basically weapons at this point. My skirt kept riding up and my hair smelled faintly like basement air and spilled soda. How Cute.I slid my key into the front door, praying it wouldn’t do that loud metallic clankClick.Okay, smooth. I could do this.I closed the door quietly and let out a tiny breath of victory.Then“Charlotte Vientiane Tilbury”I jumped so hard I drop

CHAPTER 38: EYES EVERYWHERE SOPHIE’S POVI slid into my seat in the back of the classroom, my hands trembling a little as I shoved my phone into my hoodie pocket. I couldn’t stop thinking about that message. Hi stalker, guess you dropped your phone. My stomach felt like it had twisted into a knot the size of a basketball. Someone knew. Someone knew that I had been watching Charlotte, tracking her, taking screenshots, obsessing. And now, all of a sudden, the power shifted.I kept my head down, pretending to write notes as my eyes darted across the room. Charlotte. There she was. Smiling at Sophie, laughing at a joke I couldn’t hear. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect everything. Ugh.I gripped my notebook tighter. Focus, Olivia. Calm. But my brain refused to comply. Every move Charlotte made, every flick of her hair, the way she laughed at Sophie’s jokes it was all under my microscope. My chest tightened when she leaned over to whisper something to Maya and Sophie? That calm, obl

CHAPTER 40: QUEER QUEENMAYA'S POVBy the time lunch ended, Charlotte was still pacing like her sneakers were about to catch fire. I tried everything: jokes, threats, dumb theories, nothing could calm her. So I promised I’d help her after school and dipped for something I actually couldn’t miss:My club meeting.AKA:The Queer Student meeting, my happy place, the only group in this whole school where people don’t treat me like I’m a walking rainbow sticker with attitude issues.And, okay fine, also the place where my girlfriend would be.I walked into the art room we meet here because the counselor says it’s “creative and freeing,” but I think she just likes the pastel beanbags and the moment I stepped in, I felt my shoulders drop. Like I could breathe again.The room smelled like acrylic paint and cheap vanilla candles, and the walls were covered in pride flag collages. Someone drew a giant lesbian flag shaped like a dragon. It’s perfect. I want it tattooed one day.“Hey!” Sienna wav