Only One Boy Asked Me to Prom Because No One Else Wanted to Due to the Birthmark on My Face.

When we got to school, I went straight to my locker. I spun the lock, opened the door, and grabbed my history textbook. I shut it.

And there he was.

“My mom’s pushing the prom thing.”

Caleb stood beside my locker, hands in his pockets, that easy smile of his softened into something almost shy. The football jacket, the dark eyes, the whole impossible picture of him standing next to me.

I froze. It’s not every day the most popular boy in school stops by your locker.