All Chapters of The Rules Of Kissing Girls : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 82: SCHOOL FIGHT NIA’S POV The second I step out of the gym, the air hits me like cold water. My chest is tight too tight and my head is still buzzing from the humiliation I just swallowed in front of the whole squad.Coach’s words loop in my mind, each replay sharper than the last.“No practice till tomorrow.”If anyone else had been banned for a day, people would’ve shrugged. But me?People gasped like lightning struck the floor.Because I’m not supposed to be told no.Not me. Never Not Nia Brook the girl who always has it together, the one who makes noise when she walks because confidence follows her like an expensive perfume.Except half of that confidence is fake.I march down the hallway, shoes tapping fast, hard. The sound steadies me. If I stay still too long, the real feelings beneath the anger might crawl their way up, and I can’t have that. That’s how cracks show.I push into an empty classroom and slam the door with more force than necessary. My bag hits the de

CHAPTER 84: CARNIVAL DAY CHARLOTTE’S POV The morning air felt electric, like the world had been rewired overnight just for this day. I bounced on my heels outside the school gates, adjusting the straps of my glittering red costume, feeling every sequined star on it tickle my skin. Maya was beside me in her green-fringed outfit, practically vibrating with excitement.“Charlotte, I can’t even!” she squealed, spinning so fast the fringe jingled like tiny bells. “This is going to be legendary.”I laughed, grabbing her hand to steady her. “Focus, mayhem queen or the school might not survive us.”The grounds were already alive. Bright tents pitched in neat chaos, banners fluttering over stalls that smelled like sugar, popcorn, and deep fried everything, neon balloons bounced against the sky, reflecting off faces smiling too widely. The music thumped from a central stage where the DJ was warming up, beats punching through the air like a heartbeat synced to the collective excitement.“Firs

CHAPTER 86: HI BITCH SOPHIE’S POV I finally had the courage to attend cheer practice after weeks of staying home, scrolling through tiktok and wishing I never accepted the offer.I don't even know how I got in the cheer team because honestly, I didn't apply. “I might as well suck it up and go for practice today” murmuring to myself in the cracked mirror.In the last two weeks I received so many messages from coach asking when I'm coming back? How I've been? That whenever I'm ready I should come for practice, that everybody misses me .I knew the last message was a lie but I'll rather believe it's not for my own sanity.I picked up my gym bag from the floor and headed downstairs.Not like I expected to see freshly made pancakes or waffles or a mum asking how was practice? If I was okay?I've gotten used to the silence, in fact I would consider it very weird for my mum to ask how school was or any other question normal parents asked their kid.“Good morning Sophie” speak of the devi

CHAPTER 88: HATE YOU SOPHIE'S POV“Please sit” she gestured to me to take a seat next to her. “I know you're going through a lot at home and –”“Wait what are you talking about” how could she have possibly known. Does that mean everybody knows. No wonder Nia was nice to me at first. They probably think I'm being neglected at home and all of that shit “Ma I can assure you , I'm doing just great and–”“sophie, we understand” what the hell is she talking about and why is she pluralizing “your mum called the school few days ago and told us about everything and asked if we could write a letter to enable you switch school”“What” I couldn't even believe it. First she lies to me for weeks and now she's changing my school without letting me know. “I'm sorry but my problem doesn't concern you. Thanks for your effort” I stood up quickly before she could even say a word. Part of me felt so angry but the other part of me wanted to sit with her and tell her how I really feel. I've never been

CHAPTER 90: WOW WOW SOPHIE’S POV PRESENT DAY– BRIDGEHALL HIGHMax had already pulled up in his beat up old sedan, the one with the slightly crooked bumper and exhaust I slid into the passenger seat, slinging my bag onto the floor.“I thought we agreed we’d act like we don’t know each other,” he said angrily without even looking at me.Like dude, don't you realize I was crying! Or did my tears dry up so quickly. “Yes, but—”“But what?”“I don't know” I mumbled, fiddling with my sleeves. My hands felt too warm, too shaky.“Hope you know I’m dating somebody, and I really love her.”“I’m also dating somebody, and I love her and I'm not trying to get in the way of anything. In fact we're just friends and that's all,” I said, blurting it out like a defense mechanism.“So what do you want?” he asked, leaning back in the seat, eyes watching me carefully.I didn’t have an answer. Not with the flood of everything I’d been holding in. The first thing that came to my mind when I was crying is