If looks could kill I'd be dead four times over, because Caitlin was staring daggers at me. I repeated the question, "Truth or dare?" She looked me up and down, "What if I don't answer?" I shook my head, "Listen, answer or we kick you outta the game and I give you drill for the rest of the season." She paled and answered immediately, "Dare!" The seniors and juniors grinned at the chance to dare a freshman to do something. I thought for a moment and smiled rather evilly at Caitlin, "You have to flash to car behind us or you have to do something with my quad mallets." She looked at me for a second, "I'll flash on one condition, and all the guys have to turn around." I nodded my consent and turned to the front of the bus, pulling Corey and two other freshies with me. "Alright Pas, flashing done." Caitlin said as she turned around, I nodded. She looked over at Jessie and asked her the same question we'd been hearing all night, "Truth or dare Jess?" Jessie leaned back on Erik who was sitting with her but not playing and thought about that for a moment," Truth, since we've only had two of them." Caitlin gave her a smile, "In a perfect world who would you take to the prom this year?" Jessie flushed a deep shade of crimson before answering, "Erik Johnson, you know the trumpet drill assistant?" All of us sat there with our mouths open.