A Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom Because No One Else Would Due to My Scars – The Next Day, His Parents and Officers Showed up at My Door

The bus dropped me three blocks from the spot. The place used to be an old factory site before the town shut it down years ago. Now it was mostly broken windows, graffiti, and teenagers trying to avoid adults.

I needed to hear it from Caleb himself.

***

I spotted a group of football players sitting near one of the buildings almost immediately.

The second they noticed me walking toward them, the conversations stopped. A couple of them exchanged looks. One guy laughed under his breath. I ignored it all and kept walking until I stopped right in front of them.

“Has any of you seen Caleb?” I asked.

Nobody answered at first.

Then one of the boys leaned back against the wall and smirked. “Why? Are you his girlfriend now?”

A few of them laughed.

A couple of them exchanged looks.

I should’ve turned around right then, but after everything I’d heard that morning, I wasn’t backing down.

“I just need to talk to him.”

Most of them avoided eye contact after that, but finally, another player named Drew spoke up.

“He might be at Taylor’s place.”

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