My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

tucked into his pockets, his usual easy smile softened into something almost nervous. The football jacket, the dark eyes, the impossible image of him standing right next to me.

I froze. The most popular boy in school did not usually stop by my locker.

“Hey, Hannah,” he said. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?” I waited, my heart doing something foolish continue reading …