Propping his shoes up on the table, Owen leaned back in his seat to get comfortable. Bruises littered his chest and were painful but nothing that he hadnt experienced from soccer being too rough. No, the real pain came from his busted lip and the cut that crossed over the bridge of his nose leaving purple and black bruising in both places. Still, he wasnt about to tell Karma that he couldn’t do the kissing booth because while Fletcher had beaten him up, he wasnt scared of him. Karma on the other hand was terrifying and would kill him.













