Free The International Kissing Club by Ivy Adams Page A

that had changed a lot when she and Cassidy had saved Piper from drowning before swim class when they were in second grade (they’d become fast friends), but it was still hard for Mei sometimes. Especially since her parents bent over backward to make sure she didn’t feel different—which usually ended up making her feel exactly that.
    And Izzy—she’d always seemed like the normal one. Not that it was easy to be the middle child. Being trapped between the football god and the piano prodigy had pretty much rendered Izzy invisible. And things had only gotten worse since her idiot older brother had punched a locker and broken his hand after losing the first game ofthe season. But Piper wasn’t insensitive enough to say anything about that to her friend—she liked her head just where it was.
    Mei must have been feeling the tension as much as Piper, because after she finished her fries, she dusted off her fingers and then reached into her back pocket and pulled out her iPhone. “So, I’ve been thinking about the whole Facebook page. Do we have all the rules for the International Kissing Club laid out?”
    “I’m pretty sure,” Cassidy said. “I mean, how hard is it? Kiss a boy, get a point.”
    “Don’t forget the three points for a really good kisser,” Izzy added.
    “Can I just say how much I absolutely love that?” Piper commented. “Three points for a transcendent kiss.”
    Cassidy coughed. “Transcendent? I’m not expecting an out-of-body experience, Pipes. It’s just a kiss.”
    “Just wait,” Izzy said. “When you get a really great kiss, you’ll thank us.”
    “Absolutely,” Piper said. “I can’t wait!”
    Mei scrolled through their page until she found the rules, then asked, “Are there bonus points?”
    “Bonus points?” Cassidy asked incredulously. “For what?”
    “I don’t know. I just thought I’d ask.”
    “Of course there are bonus points!” Piper nearly bounced out of her seat as an idea occurred to her. “You get five extra points if you kiss two different guys in the same week. Ten if you kiss three.”
    “Three guys in a week?” Cassidy shook her head. “I thought you were trying to escape Germaine, not become her.”
    “Oh, please,” she said. “I think I have a little more class than that.”
    “I don’t know,” Mei said. “You kiss that many guys, things are bound to get messy pretty fast.”
    “Right,” agreed Izzy. “I think we should get bonus points for kissing the same guy twice, too. Or five times. Whatever.”
    “Why would you want to waste your ten weeks abroad kissing the same guy when the world is
filled
with superhotties?”
    “Amazingly, Piper, there are many other things to do in Europe besides kiss hot guys,” Mei said with a shake of her head.
    “I know that. It’s not like I’m planning on kissing twenty-four-seven. But what’s the point of getting stuck with the same guy for ten weeks? This is probably our only trip out of Paris before graduation, and I don’t plan on wasting a second of it.”
    “I think Piper’s right,” Cassidy said out of the blue.
    “You do?” Izzy asked, incredulously.
    “Absolutely. I definitely have no plans to get serious with a guy. Do you two?”
    “What would be the point? We’re going to be there less than a semester,” said the eminently practical Mei.
    Piper leaped on her friend’s words. “Exactly! That’s what I’m saying. We only get points for kisses from new guys.” She giggled.
    “I think I’ve figured out your going-away present,” Cassidy smirked. “I’m getting you Chapsticks—a giant box of them.”
    “Make them strawberry—it’s my favorite flavor. And I’ve got an idea for a going-away present for y’all, too. But you don’t get to know what it is until right before the trip.”
    Izzy arched an eyebrow. “Am I the only one here who thinks that sounds sinister?”
    “Not sinister,” Mei observed. “Just devious.”
    Piper ignored them, too caught up in the