“What about you, Ollie?” Matt asked, and I snapped back to attention. “Going to the dance?”
He didn’t ask if I was going with anyone. I guess he figured the answer to that was obvious. To go to this dance with a date, you had to be asked by a girl. It shouldn’t have bothered me, but my cheeks started burning up anyway. It hit me that, back home, I never had to feel like I was lesser than everyone else. My school would never have held a dance that stuck to gendered rules. I would’ve been in the same position as everyone else—wondering if someone would ask me, or maybe figuring out if I even wanted to be asked.
But the point was, at my old school, no one would’ve assumed I didn’t have a date to something because of my sexuality.
Well maybe they’d assume I didn’t have a date because I was
