Lyla ( age 16)
“Lyla, you have to come to the prom with me. No one else has asked us,” Domino begged.
That wasn’t exactly true. Brad Fenwick asked me to the prom. He was nervous and broke out in a sweat. I stared at him and thought in my head, has he lost his mind? Then I looked behind him and I saw his friends peeking around the corner with their phones out videoing him. Was this some kind of dare? Some prank?
“Do you want to die?” I asked quietly and calmly. “If you are messing with me, I will snap your neck right now and make it look like you just fell wrong.”
“No, I honestly wanted to know if you would go to the prom with me. You scare the sh*t out of me, but you also intrigue me.”
“Let me guess, you’re an adrenaline junky. You think asking me out on a date is some kind o
