Everybody knew Caleb. He was in my class: popular, tall, handsome, and the football captain. The kind of guy girls whispered about constantly, which made it even stranger when he stopped in front of me, looking nervous.
Then he held out his hand and asked, “Would you please dance with me?”
I honestly thought he was joking, but he wasn’t.
So I took his hand.
The second he led me onto the dance floor, people stared. I caught girls whispering. A few guys looked completely shocked.
Caleb ignored all of them.
So I took his hand.
We danced all night. Somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling invisible. Everyone kept staring at us, but I didn’t care.
Caleb made me laugh and treated me normally.
By the end of the night, I didn’t even want prom to end anymore.
Afterward, Caleb walked me home instead of leaving with his friends.
“You had fun tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “More than I expected!”
He smiled, but something about him seemed distracted, as if there were something he wanted to say but couldn’t quite get out.
Everyone kept staring at us, but I didn’t care.
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