Only one boy asked me to prom since no one else wanted to go with me because of the birthmark on my face — everyone laughed until police officers walked into the gym.

Then Isaiah’s eyes filled with tears.

“I agreed,” he said, “but not because I wanted to hurt you. I agreed because I knew it was the only way to get proof.”

I stared at him, trembling.

“Proof?”

One of the officers stepped forward.

“This afternoon, Isaiah came to the station and gave a full statement. He turned in voice recordings, screenshots, and messages showing a planned harassment scheme against you, Miss Morgan.”

The gym went even quieter.

I wiped my tears with shaking hands.

“So… you’re not here to arrest Isaiah?”

“No, ma’am,” the officer said. “We’re here for the girls who planned this.”