Only One Boy Asked Me to Prom Since No One Else Wanted to Go With Me Because of the Birthmark on My Face

He stared at the floor.

The football star.

The most popular boy in school.

The guy everyone assumed spent his time showing off and enjoying attention.

Apparently he had been secretly helping people.

And nobody knew.

The officer smiled.

“Young man, would you like to explain why you’ve spent nearly every paycheck from your part-time jobs helping strangers?”

Caleb looked miserable.

“I’d rather not.”

The officer laughed.

“Unfortunately, that’s not an option anymore.”

The principal took the microphone.

“Caleb… is this true?”

Caleb rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah.”