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

and dimples that made half the school forget how to speak.

She stopped in front of my desk while I was stuffing books into my backpack.

“Tyler,” she said.

I looked behind me.

She smiled gently. “I’m talking to you.”

My stomach tightened. “What?”

“Will you go to prom with me?”

For a second, the room went silent.

Then someone laughed.

I looked at Charlotte, waiting continue reading …