Ashley stared up at me angerily. "Yikes!" I muttered to myself. Newt helped me up from the ground.
"Who's she?" he asked, confused. "Is she the owner of the beauty shop?" He gestured to the cosmetics littered on the stone floor.
Ashley gave him a flirtatious look. Anger flushed my cheeks. I grabbed Newt's hand. "Yeah," I taunted. "Cute, ain't he?
"Oh yeah," Ashley gave him a huge grin. I pulled her aside.
"Look, I'll give you a deal," Ashley said, smirking.
"Oh-okay," I said, nervous about her response.
"I've already figured out he's your boyfriend. So, either you break up with him and give him to me, or I rat you out to Mr.Carelli."
"What?" I was amazed anyone could be so mean. "What kind of deal is that?"
"Mr.Carelli!" Ashley yelled. The teacher walked over. "See you," she smirked.
Newt stood there, confused. "What's going on?" he asked me. But I didn't have a chance to tell him, as Mr.Carelli had come over.
"Lilly?" he asked. "Aren't you sick?"
"Mr.Carelli," Ashley pouted. "Lilly was faking sick so she could go out with her boyfriend!"
"Lilly!" the teacher exclaimed. "This is not the right way to behave on this field trip! We're going to the hotel. Pack your bags, Truscott, 'cause you're headed back Malibu!"
I had never felt so ashamed. Mr.Carelli had never gotten so upset. He grabbed my arm, but I didn't move.
"Newt," I said. Newt looked at me. "H-how can I ever thank you for giving me such a good date?"
Newt bit his lip. "Here's how." He walk toward me, grabbed my shoulders, and kissed me full on the lips.
"LILLIAN!" Mr.Carelli exclaimed at the top of his lungs. Newt stopped kissing me as Mr.Carelli pulled me along. "Newt!" I yelled.
"WHAT?" he called back.
"I LOVE YOU!"