A Popular Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom When Everyone Else Avoided Me Because of My Scars — The Next Morning, His Parents and the Police Arrived at My House

“Taylor with the piercings?” I asked.

Drew nodded. “Her parents are out of town this weekend.”

I asked him for the address, and he gave it to me.

I thanked him and left before anyone else could speak.

Twenty minutes later, a taxi dropped me in front of a small blue house. I knocked on the door. Taylor answered wearing an oversized sweatshirt, and she looked genuinely shocked to see me.

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