Amanda's POV:
The past few weeks have been a little strange. Everyone seems to be on edge. I chalk it up to prom jitters as most of us have never dressed up or attended a formal ball. Most of those are for adults only. We've spent the last few weeks planning, decorating, and organizing all of the prom details, including the menu which my mom graciously agreed to cater to, the DJ and musical selections, and theme of prom. One downer is Bryan seems especially tense, but only when he daydreams does his facial features express his torment. It's like he has an inner battle going on in his head.
"Bryan? Aren't you gonna eat?" I ask as we sit with our friends at lunch. Everyone at the table seems to give each other side glances.
"I'm not really hungry, but if you want it, you can have it," he
