24 août 2026

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

“You want me to go to prom with you?”

He smiled, leaning one shoulder against the lockers like this was the most normal conversation in the world.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Why?” The word came out sharper than I meant. My fingers tightened around my notebook.

I stared at Caleb, certain I had misheard him.

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