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I shook my head. “What is wrong with you?”

“And can I have a video of that, RJ?”

“You are a very bad boy,” I said to Leo.

He smiled. “I’m whatever you want me to be, baby.”

I groaned. I was done with this conversation. I turned and walked away from him. Why had I ever thought he was a good boy?

I pulled on my glasses, unlocked my phone, and sent a text to my real kiss thief: “Who the fuck is this?!?!”

Chapter 23 – Just Say Yes

Friday

I was still staring down at my phone when my kiss thief texted back.

“I’m not Leo. But that was very entertaining to watch.”

He was here. I lifted my head and looked around the cafeteria. There were so many people on their phones. I turned around in a circle as I stared at all the tables full of students. I felt a little light headed. But it might have been the vinegar smell clinging to my skin. My phone buzzed again with another text.

“And now everyone knows that you’re mine.”

I threw my hand over the side of my neck. He had to be talking about the hickey he’d given me. I kept turning in circles to try to see who was texting. But there were too many people.

“What are you doing?” RJ asked.

“My actual kiss thief is here. In the cafeteria.”

RJ grabbed my phone and hit the call button.

“Don’t call him!” I said. “He’ll think I’m a psychopath.”

RJ laughed. “But if it rings we can pinpoint him.”

“Good thinking,” Sophie said.

RJ, Sophie, Liam, and I all looked around the cafeteria. But no one’s phones were ringing. Because of course they weren’t. No one called anyone. And it would be stupid to have your phone on anything but silent at school.

“I just got another text,” RJ said.

“You?” I snatched my phone away. “Stop it.”

“But it’s actually to me.”

What? The four of us peered down to see it. “You think I’d have a phone I never answer calls on blasting a ringtone in the middle of school, RJ? You should know by now that I’m a little stealthier than that. Because the four of you have been working on this all semester and you still have no idea who I am.”

“He knows we’re all trying to unmask him,” RJ said.

Sophie folded her arms across her chest. “He must have seen through our disguises at Odegaard. I knew I should have used a different name than Gog.”

RJ shook his head. “Those disguises were perfect.”

Were they?

“And I really don’t like the way this guy talks to me,” RJ said.

An exasperated laugh fell from my lips. “This isn’t about you.”