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“Seriously? That is not equal things to do.”

RJ laughed. “Yeah, but it’s your kiss thief. Not Soph’s.”

I sighed. “You’re seriously not going to tell me who it is?”

“I’m setting up the date for the reveal. That is me telling you. You’re welcome.”

I did not feel very grateful.

“I gotta go. Uncle Matt is going to make me run laps for being late to practice. Wear something low cut on your date, Scar. Your kiss thief is a boob man.” RJ ran off.

I opened my mouth and closed it again.

Sophie cursed under her breath. “Well, he’s a little shit. I’m gonna have to pull a prank on him now. What do you think about vanilla pudding in his shampoo bottle? He can get pudding’d on Friday night while you’re on your date.”

“Sophie, I can’t go on a date with my kiss thief! I’m dating Jacob.”

“But you have to know who he is.”

I shook my head. “Jacob doesn’t care about my kiss thief’s identity. He won’t understand if I’m so desperate to know that I go on a weird blind date.”

“That’s why you’re not telling him.”

I groaned. “Sophie I can’t just not tell Jacob. And I need to tell him about Axel spending the night too. And the fact that I’ve gone to third base with the kiss thief.”

“Well definitely don’t tell him the third base thing before your date.”

“Soph!”

“Scar!”

“He’ll break up with me,” I said.

She smiled. “Jacob is smitten with you. I don’t think there’s anything you could do or say that would make him break up with you. Especially since you have such a valid reason for doing this.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. “I know he gets easily jealous. He really hated when I danced with all those other guys at homecoming.”

“Which you’ll never have to do again after you reveal your kiss thief’s identity on your date.”

“I can’t go. I’d never be able to explain it to him.”

“Of course you can. Because I’m your valid reason. He let you dance with Mr. Halifax at homecoming for me. He’ll be fine about you going on this date since you’re doing it for me too. There is not a world that exists where I don’t figure out who your kiss thief is. Especially since it might be my soon to be boyfriend.”

I shook my head. That explanation wouldn’t work. A dance was one thing. A date was an entirely different thing. Especially because my kiss thief said he thought he still had a chance.

I wasn’t going. I couldn’t. “How did your thing go?”

Sophie sighed. “He wasn’t there. My phone was on his desk with a note.”

“What did the note say?”

She pulled it out of her pocket and showed it to me.

Miss Hunter,

Don’t use your phone in my class again or I’ll have to keep confiscating it.

- Mr. Halifax.