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

His voice dropped low.

Theo stepped slightly in front of me.

Skinny, shaking Theo, in his thrift-store suit.

“She doesn’t need your permission to read what belongs to her,” he said.

Marcus’s eyes narrowed at him with pure venom.

“You don’t get to speak to me, kid. You don’t even exist.”

“He exists more than you do right continue reading …