[LUCAS – POV]
Three days.
That's how long it's been since Jasmine last looked me in the eye. Since she blocked me on Snap, left my messages on read, and sat across the cafeteria like I didn't exist.
But today, I wasn't letting it slide.
I cornered her outside the music room, the scent of her lavender perfume hitting me like a punch. "Talk to me."
She didn't even flinch. "There's nothing left to say."
"There's everything left to say." I stepped closer, voice low. "I messed up. I should've told Rachel to back off. I should've told you how I felt—before everything got messy."
She finally looked at me. "Then tell me now."
Deep breath.
"I like you, Jasmine. More than I've liked anyone. I want to try... for real. No games, no drama. Just us."
She blinked. Once. Twice.
And then...
"I dare you to prove it."
[JASMINE – POV]
His words hit like lightning.
No stutters. No excuses. Just honesty. It would've been easier if he'd lied—if he'd been cold. But now...
Now, I wanted to believe him.
So I said the only thing that made sense.
"I dare you to prove it."
Because if Lucas really wanted me... he was going to have to fight for me.