The flowers that had appeared at our door earlier that week.
The mysterious envelope.
The anonymous note saying:
“Every girl deserves one perfect night.”
My hands started shaking.
The entire gym stared at him.
Caleb looked horrified.
“Officer.”
“What?”
“Please stop talking.”
The officer laughed.
“No chance.”
Then he turned toward the crowd.
“Young people spend a lot of time worrying about popularity.”
Nobody moved.
“But tonight, I think we learned something.”
