Bailey
Walking through Wolf Ridge High with the homecoming king, star quarterback as my escort is a totally new experience.
The crowds part for us. People admire. Smile at me. Speak to me.
“Hi, Bailey.”
“Hi, Bailey.”
“Hey, Bailey.”
“Way to go, Bailey.” I get smiles, and waves and high-fives the whole way. Every single one of them rips down my walls even more. Today, I bared myself to the entire school.
And they received me.
I’m shaking by the time we reach my locker. Not out of fear. Just emotion.
Cole crowds behind me and wraps an arm around my waist, spreading his palm over my belly. “You’re trembling, Pink,” he murmurs. “Are you okay?”
I nod, a few tears leaking out. “It’s nice to be acknowledged,” I say, turning around to face him. “I guess that’s what happens when I’m escort
