I Paid My Son’s Crush to Ask Him to Prom – When I Saw Pictures from the Evening, I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes

she tried to leave, he followed her.”

I shook my head.

“No. Jeremiah wouldn’t do that.”

Mrs. Patterson looked at me sadly.

“Then go ask him yourself.”

I found him standing in the east corridor.

He was leaning against a row of lockers, sipping punch from a plastic cup.

Relaxed.

Calm.

As if nothing had happened.

“There you are,” he said.

“Where’s Ella?”

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