“What was that?” MJ asked.

“It’s called a French kiss.” Erik said.

“Well, I’m not French.” MJ replied.

“No, they just call it that. It’s next level kissing. You’ll come to love it.” Erik laughed.

She didn’t think so. It was gross.

“I have to go.” MJ said.

“Don’t be such a prude.” Erik retorted.

“I’m not. Marty is waiting.” MJ replied.

“Fine.” Erik responded.

MJ turned to see Jared and Marty looking at her with scowls on their ...