My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

inside my chest.

“Would you go to prom with me?”

I stared at Caleb, convinced I must have heard him wrong. The noise in the hallway faded into a dull sound behind my ears.

“You want me to go to prom with you?”

He smiled and leaned one shoulder against the lockers as if this were completely normal.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Why?” The word came out harsher than I meant continue reading …