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

answered.

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

A couple of them laughed.

I should have turned around.

Instead, I lifted my chin.

“I just need to talk to him.”

Most of them looked away. Finally, Drew, another player, sighed.

“He might be at Taylor’s place.”

The others glared at him.

“What?” Drew said. “We continue reading …