All Chapters of The Kissing Booth: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW.I pushed my phone deep inside my pocket for the third time in five minutes, my chest clenching and tightening in anger at the sight of the name on my screen. My boyfriend Lucas was ever so persistent…too bad, he didn’t know how to apply the same stalkerish behaviour to treat me like a decent human being.Every time I thought of his name, my mind was plagued with the sight I walked in on not even twelve hours ago. I thought I could rush home, tell my parents I’d finally gotten the job, and I could be an intern at Thornewood PR! My phone rings again just as I rush into the elevator, trying to balance the tray of coffee in my hands. I focused on the rising numbers on the top, climbing higher and higher until it would stop at the 44th floor. I didn’t want to look at myself in the reflective walls of the elevator, not see my reddened eyes, cold water couldn’t get rid of, or the dryness of my lips. My brows furrowed at the sight of it, and I pulled out my balm,

ADONIS’ POINT OF VIEW.Silence was both a blessing and a curse to me. Ever since the incident that rendered me this way, I’ve been nothing short of grateful for it. Being unable to speak does its wonders in intimidating people, especially when all I want to do is stay in my mind.Until today…and it's all because of her.Charlotte fucking Venus. Who the hell names their kid Venus anyway? My younger brother’s girlfriend was everything pain could be. I fucking loathe the five-foot-three woman who always finds a reason to glare at me in the span of a few minutes of us meeting for the first time. I never go home, so all I could hear about the wonderful woman Lucas was dating were stories.Everyone believed she was a saint, everyone except for me. And now, the same woman is about to ruin my entire plans with her stupid idea. A kissing booth? Really?I wished so badly for the first time that I could speak, that the barrier in my mind would let up even once, so I could roar out a no, until gr

CHARLOTTE'S POINT OF VIEW. The room erupts immediately, but not in shock. Their celebratory cheers ring out until the tent shakes. On the other hand, all I can do is watch the scene with wide eyes. “Do you see those numbers?” one of the board members exclaims, practically vibrating where he stands. “This is insane, absolutely insane!” “Our engagements just tripled. No, quadrupled in the last ten minutes!” “The comments, look at the comments!” I can’t move. My eyes stay glued to the screen as the video plays again. And again. And again. His hand gripping my waist, my fingers tangled in his shirt, our mouths...... God. My stomach twists violently. That didn’t feel like this; that didn’t feel like something meant for the world to see... hell, it shouldn't have even happened in the first place. But that's the thing with Adonis; barely 24 hours after meeting this man, I have kissed him on live television. A low laugh cuts through the noise. “Perfect,” one of the exe

CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW. They don’t give me time to think. Hands are on me the moment I step out of the tent. “Sit, quickly!” “Fix her hair…..no……not like that. We need a style that makes everyone pause.” “Lipstick. Someone get the lipstick!” “We need a natural glam! She’s the girlfriend of our boss; this was released on Valentine’s Day…..what makeup do you think she would wear?” I am stretched, prodded, and pulled in so many directions, I’m barely able to think. I blink as I’m pushed into a chair, lights flashing in my eyes, voices overlapping again. Someone is tugging at my hair, another at my shirt, fingers brushing against my face like I’m something being prepared for display. Right now, I’m not a person…. I'm a product. Something we need to sell to the general public… a love story that can leave little girls dreaming at night. Passion that makes the earth quake. “Stop moving,” a woman snaps, tilting my chin upward. “If you smear this, we’ll have to start over.” “I d

CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW.“One word.” The host repeats, her smile sharp with anticipation. “Both of you….describe that kiss.” The silence between us stretched thick and heavy. The audience leaned forward, eyes bright with attention. Every camera in the arena zooms in, making me feel even deeper. Every eye, every expectation, every judgement pressing down on me. My fingers twitch in his, his grip tightens against mine.I can hear my voice bite back at me… say something. Don’t freeze….“Unexpected,” I said finally, nearly wincing at the knotting of my throat the second the word escaped my lips.The host hums, clearly amused at my answer. “Interesting.” Of course it is……it grossed over a million views in fifteen minutes!Her gaze slides to him. “And you, Adonis?” There’s a long, deliberate pause. Everyone holds their breath, including me.For some reason, I expect him to say something terrible about me. The kiss was a waste of time. I wish I could scour my lips clean… anything to leav