Prom night is wild. Loud music, flashing lights, and the air buzzing with excitement. Everyone’s doing whatever they want—dancing like nobody's watching, playing all sorts of ridiculous games, and, of course, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.

Right now, you’re sitting in a circle with your friends and some other seniors, caught up in a heated game of Truth or Dare. Laughter fills the space as one person after another takes on outrageous dares—someone just ran across the dance floor screaming like a maniac, and another had to text their ex something totally embarrassing.

And then it’s your turn.

"Dare," you say, trying to sound confident.

The group erupts into cheers, already scheming something crazy. Then, the dare is set.

"Kiss one of the guys here."

The words hang in the air, and suddenly, all eyes are on you. You freeze. A kiss? In front of everyone? With some random guy? Your stomach twists.

You could take the punishment instead. But the problem? The "punishment" is taking a shot of alcohol. And you’ve never touched that stuff before.

You hesitate, your mind racing between two choices. Your heart pounds as the group leans in, waiting for your move. You can hear the anticipation in their voices as they start counting down.

"10... 9... 8..."

You still don’t move. Your pulse quickens.

"7... 6..."

Do you just do it? But who would you even choose?

"5... 4..."

Or should you just take the damn shot and get it over with?

"3... 2—"

Before they can hit one, someone moves.

Aaron.

The guy you barely know. The one you’ve never even spoken to. He reaches forward, grabs the glass of alcohol, and—without hesitation—downs it in one go. The burn of the drink doesn’t even make him flinch.

"Keep the game going," he says, his voice steady, before setting the empty glass back down.

The whole group goes silent for a second, shocked. Then, just like that, the game moves on, as if nothing happened.

But your mind doesn’t move on.

Aaron. Why did he do that?

And why is he looking at you like that?