“You want me to go to prom with you?”
He smiled, leaning one shoulder against the lockers like this was the most normal conversation in the world.
“Yeah. I do.”
“Why?” The word came out sharper than I meant. My fingers tightened around my notebook.
I stared at Caleb, certain I had misheard him.
“Because you’ve always seemed kind, Hannah. And I’ve noticed how people treat you. It isn’t right.”
I searched his face for the punchline. There wasn’t one, or at least none I could see.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Okay, yes.”
At lunch, Megan nearly dropped her sandwich when I told her.
“Hannah. People like Caleb don’t just decide things like that,” she said, lowering her voice. “Please. Be careful. Something about this feels… wrong.”
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