A/N: I do not own the Kissing Booth, all credit goes to Beth Reeks.

Every summer my life followed the same tune. Catch a plane back to LA, to spend some of my time with a few friends and the rest catching glimpse of him. LA also allowed me to escape from the chaos that is my usual life and fall back into simpler times. This year would be no different apart from one major thing; my ex-friend, ex-boyfriend, ex-everything, Noah Flynn.

I arrived at LAX before the end of school to give myself a few days to collect myself before the possibility I'd need Noah around the city. I went straight to a little house I brought in the hills with the money from my 1st few jobs. The house was a comfortably modern 4 bed place with floor to ceiling glass panels and hints of my favourite color blue dotted around. This place was my sanctuary where I come (unknown to Noah) to get away from the 1 million miles per hour my life went. Only a few people knew I spent some of my time where, the rest including Noah were in the dark, and I'd like to keep it that way.

It was about 12pm on the last day of school and I decided to take a drive to the parking lot just to view from the side the kids coming out of school, what I should be doing in a 'normal' alternative reality. I pulled up at the back of the parking lot in a new car that had been delivered to my house this morning by my boss and friend, Sam. The car allowed me to wait for Noah without the possibility of anyone noticing me, not that they'd recognise me anyway; I hadn't seen most of the people at this school since middle school and now they're all seniors heading to college next fall.

I waited till 12:30pm when the half-day finished, all the kids started to stream out the front entrance of the building. Amongst the crowd I saw what had become of my childhood best friend, he was even taller than before, his looks had certainly stayed with him and he hadn't cut his hair for months. I thought to myself that the longer hair made him look more defensive that his previous short cut, maybe I'd caused that spurge in defence? He was walking out with a group of girls, looked like sophomores to me, clinging to his every word he said and his shirt trying to desperately hold onto him.

By the time he's made it over to his bike, the girls had dispersed, and Lee and Elle appeared getting into Lee Mustang, 'I need to get myself one of those beauties' I thought. I watched as Noah looked around the parking lot, first a protective look checking Lee and Elle were leaving and then a confused look coming off his face when he settled on my car. He couldn't have noticed me, right? I began internally panicking that he'd seen me before I had a chance to think of what to say to him.

"Just wait, I'll buy myself a Jeep for my first car, while your trying to kill yourself on a bike." I said with the upmost seriousness in my voice.

"Yeah right, the day your parents allow you to get one of those" he said pointing to the magazine picture "that'll be the day that I enjoy that nasty orange stuff Lee and Elle love so much!" He started gaging at the thought of the liquid permanently in their fridge.

The confusion of his face towards the car lasted seconds before it changed to a slight smile, a smile only the ones closest to him would see. I began to wonder if he was replaying the conversation in his head as I did in mine.

A few seconds of him glancing at the car passed and got his helmet out to put it on before a small group of cheerleaders walked up to him twirling their hair. I thought this was the perfect excuse to drop him a text.

I quickly wrote out a text that would sure mess with him before I put the car in drive and tapped send just as I pulled away.

Noah:

I'm surrounded by these cheerleaders almost throwing themselves onto my but all I can think about is the car I just saw in the parking lot. It was the car that Olivia had desperately wanted when she passed her test, but that was years ago I didn't even know if she was still alive.

I shake my head trying to get that last thought out my head, she wasn't dead someone would have told me or at least my parents and they surely would have said something. This thought has been keeping me awake the last few nights, I can feel she is close to me but there is no-way that she is in LA right now; she never comes back. I'm desperately making hints to the cheerleaders that I just want to leave and ride away my thoughts, yet none of them are taking any notice. That's when my phone chimes with a text from a number I don't recognise.

Unknown: I don't think you could put all 4 cheerleaders on the bike, if you do manage make it home without dying, you'll have to enjoy the orange xx

My head shot up with lightning speed and looked around the parking lot. There was only one person that text could be from, and there is only one way she'd know what was happening at this moment.

As I desperately tried to see her, I saw the Jeep pull out into the LA traffic.