They Called Me “The Whale”-But the Head Cheerleader Chose Me for Prom. Twenty Years Later, Fate Gave Me a Chance to Repay Her

I noticed Evan sending emails and making phone calls.

Quite a few of them.

Whenever I asked what he was doing, he simply smiled and told me not to worry.

The reunion was scheduled for a Saturday evening in a downtown hotel ballroom.

When the day finally arrived, I was far more nervous than he was.

Evan spent the afternoon getting ready as though he were continue reading …