Then again.
Somewhere between the first song and the third, I stopped feeling like the girl everyone noticed for the wrong reasons. Caleb made me laugh. He spoke to me normally. He looked at me like I was not something damaged or fragile.
By the end of the night, I didn’t want prom to end.
Afterward, Caleb walked me home instead of leaving with his friends.
“You had fun tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “More than I expected.”
He smiled, but something about his face looked distracted, almost troubled.
When we reached my porch, we stood awkwardly beneath the yellow light.
“Thanks for tonight,” I said.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’ll see you.”
