Everyone Laughed When I Agreed to Dance With the Class Outcast at Prom – But the Tiny Box He Handed Me at Midnight Made My Knees Buckle

him.

She always did.

“You better answer that,” Chloe muttered, eyes darting away. “He sounded scary on the group chat.”

I pressed the phone to my ear and braced myself against the cool metal of the locker door.

“Eliza, get home. Right now.”

His voice was low, the dangerous kind of calm he used when he wanted me to feel small.