I was tired of Lindsey’s confusing statements.
In one sentence, we were friends, but in the next breath,
she insulted me.
“Just tell me the truth,” I said.
“What are they making you do?”
And who are they?
“Oh, nothing. It’s really nothing.
It’s just a stupid dare. A prank.
No big deal. We’re teenagers.
We’re supposed to do stuff like that.”
Something told me she was lying again,
and this was much more than
Lindsey reached across the table
and took my hand.
Hers felt like it had been lying
on a bed of ice.