Every head turned.
Who was going to ask the big kid with a limp to dance?’
Charlotte was standing there in her cheer uniform, calm as sunrise. She was the head cheerleader, the prettiest girl in school, and the kind of girl half the boys in the county thought they were in love with.
I looked behind me.
She smiled. « No, Tyler. I mean you. »
My face burned. « Is this a… joke? »
She stepped closer. « My brother has Down syndrome. I know what it feels like when people decide someone matters less because they’re different. You’re kind. That matters. »
Then she reached for my hands. Right there in the hallway, in front of every boy who had laughed a second earlier, she held onto me like I was worth holding onto.
Then she turned toward them. « He’s my prom date. And no, I’m not blind. »
She was the head cheerleader, the prettiest girl in school.
