All Chapters of The Rules Of Kissing Girls : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 41: SHE WANTS TO GO VIRAL OR DIE TRYINGMAYA’S POVBy the time I reached Charlotte’s house, I already knew she was in full drama mode. I could hear her before I even got to her front porch.“A little to the left, no that's ugly! Why is my face behaving like this? I walked in without knocking because Charlotte’s mom never cared, and because knocking would take too long and Charlotte would probably throw a shoe at the door if I delayed.I entered the living room and stopped.Charlotte stood in the middle of the room posing like she was auditioning for America’s Next Top Model: Apocalypse Edition. Soft natural light coming from the window, hair clipped back like she had a glam team, she didn’t, and a pile of outfits around her feet like she’d been fighting her closet.Her phone was balanced on a stack of books, tilted by a jar of hair cream, and set to timer mode. Every time it blinked she switched poses pout, soft smile, confused baby dolphin, whatever.She turned and spotted

CHAPTER 43: GIRL MATHS, GIRL LIESCHARLOTTE'S POV I spent the entire afternoon pacing my room like a politician about to beg for votes. Except this wasn’t politics.This was worse.I had to convince my mother to let me go to a sleepover I absolutely wasn’t supposed to attend.I kept practicing my lines in the mirror.“Mum, it’s just a tiny thing.”No. That sounded suspicious.“Mum, it’s a girl gathering. Soft, innocent, holy.”No. That made it sound like a cult.“Mum, please—”Too desperate.Ugh!I lay flat on my bed, face down, muffling my scream in a pillow. Maya had already texted me ten times in all caps:MAYA: CHARLOTTE IF YOU DON’T COME I’LL SUE YOU FOR EMOTIONAL DAMAGEMAYA: WE NEED YOUMAYA: YOU SAID THIS WOULD BE ICONICMAYA: DO NOT FAIL THE MISSIONYeah. No pressure.Finally, I peeled myself off the bed, marched downstairs, and found my mum in the living room folding laundry like she was competing in an Olympic event for domestic skills.“Hey, mum,” I said, trying to sound

CHAPTER 45: HOLLY MOLLY,THAT KISS WAS HELLCHARLOTTE'S POV My brain short circuited. Sienna’s lips had just grazed mine, and I was fairly certain I was now both dead and permanently embarrassed.“What… what just happened?” I squeaked, voice cracking like a poorly tuned guitar. My hands trembled. My legs wanted to run. My entire life flashed in neon panic signs.Sienna blinked at me, cheeks pink, grinning like this was the most natural thing in the world.“I—uh—I don’t know,” I stammered, stepping back. Heart hammering, eyes darting. Should I scream? Cry? Faint dramatically onto the pillow mountain?Perfect timing. Maya appeared, sliding into the room like a goddess of bad timing herself.“Aww, Charlotte! Thanks for bringing Sienna in,” she chirped, hands clasped in mock adoration. “She’s a little tipsy. I was looking for you guys. Hope she didn’t vomit on you or anything.”I choked on air. My mouth opened, closed and opened again. Words fled me entirely.“Uh… no,” I finally croaked,

CHAPTER 47: IS IT ME?MAYA'S POV Honestly. I was trying to lie perfectly still, pretending to sleep while everyone left the chaos of my living room. But curiosity or maybe intuition pulled me from the blankets.I crept toward the back door, careful not to make a sound. The soft creak of the floorboards under my toes was deafening in my ears and then I heard them.Charlotte’s voice and was that Sienna's voice. My name never even came up yet the words made my chest seize.“I… don’t think I like Maya anymore,” Sienna whispered. My heart skipped violently, was she said?Charlotte gasped softly, like her world had just shifted. “You what?”“I didn’t want to admit it,” Sienna continued. “But last night when I kissed you, it didn’t feel like a mistake.”My stomach dropped into my shoes. My fingers tightened on the doorframe. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. A tingle of drop feel down my cheeks “You… you like me?” Charlotte’s voice was quiet, hesitant, shaking just slightly.“Yes,”

CHAPTER 49: CONFESSION FROM HELLCHARLOTTE'S POV Maya didn’t move.She stood in the middle of the living room, blanket slipping off her shoulders, eyes blank, face drained of every spark she ever carried. When she finally looked at me, something inside my chest twisted so painfully I nearly stopped breathing.“Maya…” I whispered.She didn’t blink, speak or even shift.I couldn’t take that silence.I grabbed her wrist gently.“Please. Come with me. Just please.”She didn’t resist, but she didn’t help either. She followed me like she was floating, like she didn’t feel the ground under her feet. I guided her to the first empty room I saw Maya’s study. The door clicked shut behind us, blocking everyone else out.She stood near the desk, staring at the carpet.I stayed by the door, afraid to get too close, afraid she’d break even more, afraid I would.“Maya, I need to explain.”Nothing.Not even a breath.My heart squeezed painfully.“I didn’t kiss her,” I said. “That video it didn’t s