My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

who truly cared about me.

“You look like you didn’t sleep,” she said.

“My mom’s pushing the prom thing.”

“Of course she is. Moms always do.”

I almost laughed.

When we reached school, I went straight to my locker. I turned the lock, opened the door, and pulled out my history textbook. Then I shut it.

And there he was.

Caleb was standing beside my locker, hands continue reading …