Free The International Kissing Club by Ivy Adams Page B

totally cool thought about the IKC that had just occurred to her. “What if we take the whole privacy thing off the Facebook page?”
    “What? And let everyone know what we’re doing?” Cassidy exclaimed. “Are you kidding me? I haven’t officially gotten permission yet. If my mother saw that, she would flip!”
    “So would mine,” Mei agreed. “I can hear her lecture now about how girls today just don’t respect themselves, yada yada yada.” She shuddered. “No, thank you.”
    “Well, obviously, I don’t mean that we should broadcast our identities across the world. That’s why we created separate Facebookaccounts. But, I don’t know, what if we used nicknames or something? Avatars. Something that hides who we are but at the same time lets other people see what we’re doing.”
    “But what’s the point of taking the privacy off?” asked Mei. “If we’re hiding who we are, anyway?”
    Piper shrugged. “Wouldn’t it be cool to show just a few choice people how much fun we’re having outside of this stupid town?”
    “A few people? Or Germaine?” Mei reached over and stole the last of Piper’s fries.
    “Germaine, of course. Plus all the guys who have spent weeks oinking at me. It’d be nice to show them that the world doesn’t revolve around them. That others can have fun, too.”
    “It
would
keep River from thinking I’m pining for him,” Izzy mused, her eyes brighter than Piper had seen them in a while.
    “Exactly!” agreed Cassidy. “And it would shut up all those guys who claim I’m a lesbian just because I wouldn’t sleep with them.”
    “Not to mention providing us with the ammunition to one day take down Germaine and her stupid Kiss the Pig page once and for all.” Mei’s eyes gleamed with approval.
    “Well, there is that.” The thought had definite appeal to Piper—a whole Facebook page about kissing hot guys was so much cooler than one about kissing a pig. And if the thing took off, it would be awesome. It could be a whole revolution against mean girls everywhere.
    “We’d have to be careful,” Izzy said. “We don’t want a bunch of skeezy guys around the world cyberstalking us.”
    “Ooooh, yuck,” Piper agreed.
    “So what do we call ourselves, then?” Mei asked. “I mean, if you want to hide who we are, we need good nicknames.”
    Cassidy poked her in the shoulder. “I think you should call yourself Mulan.”
    “Yeah, right.”
    “Why not? That’s kind of cute, actually.” Piper tugged gently on her friend’s jet-black hair.
    Cassidy added, “Yeah, and if we go with something as lame as Disney, then nobody will ever guess who we are.”
    “It’s not lame!” Piper protested. “Especially if I can be Esmeralda.”
    Izzy choked on a french fry. When she was finally finished coughing, she gasped, “You’re cute, Pipes, but you’re no Demi Moore.”
    “Whatever.” She paused, her mind racing over the possibilities. “So who should I be then?”
    “Ariel, of course. You can’t wait to get out of here and be someone else.”
    “Hmm. That’s a good point. And I think it would be kind of sexy to be a mermaid.”
    “Of course you do.” Cassidy glanced at Izzy. “I think you should be Jasmine. Since you love hummus so much. And flying carpets
are
environmentally friendly.”
    “I can get behind that,” Izzy agreed.
    “No no no! I’ve got it!” Piper said with a grin. “You’re Jane, from Tarzan.”
    “You
are
going to the jungle,” Mei pointed out.
    “And God willing, there will be half-naked men there,” Cassidy added.
    Izzy nodded, considering. “I have always thought that Tarzan was a sexy hunk of ink.”
    “Not as hot as Chang.” Piper nudged Mei. “You lucky dog.”
    “What about Cassidy?” Mei asked, blushing. “Is there a sporty princess?”
    “Cassidy’s Rapunzel,” Piper said.
    “But don’t you think I’m more of a Pixar girl?”
    “No, honey, you’re Rapunzel.” Piper patted her on her hand. “You’ve been