[LUCAS – POV]
I knew challenging Jasmine was risky.
But watching her try to resist the spotlight was like daring fire not to burn.
"So," I teased, leaning over her desk in biology, "you're scared?"
She snorted. "Of what? Glitter and bad choreography?"
I grinned. "Of standing next to me on stage and trying not to fall in love again."
Her pen froze mid-sentence.
Oh yeah. Got her.
She narrowed her eyes. "You're cocky."
"Confident," I corrected, tapping her notebook. "Big difference."
Ms. Akande barked at us to focus, but Jasmine leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for only me to hear:
"Fine. I'll join Cultural Night—but only if you can beat me in a dare."
Now this was getting interesting.
"What kind of dare?" I asked.
She smirked. "Winner picks the act. Loser has to perform it… solo."
The whole class could've exploded and I wouldn't have noticed. I was too locked into her challenge.
"I'm in," I said. "What's the dare?"
She slid a folded note across the desk with just three words:
Make me blush.
Game. On.