“Caleb.” Her voice was barely a voice. “I want to go. Please.”
“Hannah, listen to me—”
“I want to leave. Now.”
He nodded, jaw tight, and put his hand on her back to guide her toward the exit. She kept her head down. The laughter chased them across the floor.
They were almost to the doors when they swung open from the other side.
Three police officers stepped in. Their footsteps were deliberate and unhurried on the gym floor, and they walked directly toward Caleb and Hannah.
The tallest one looked at Caleb. “Sir, you need to come with us.”
The gym went almost entirely silent. Hannah could hear the music still playing faintly under the silence.
She gripped Caleb’s sleeve. “What is happening? What did he do?”
The officer looked at her. Something shifted in his expression. “So you have no idea what Caleb did?”
She turned to Caleb. He had gone pale. His phone, she noticed, was no longer in his pocket.
What Caleb Said in the Middle of the Gym, and What He Had Actually Been Doing for Three Weeks
Caleb found his voice slowly, and when he spoke, it was low enough that the people nearest them had to stop whispering to hear.
“Hannah, I have to tell you everything. Right now. In front of everyone.”
She waited.
“Three weeks ago, Brittany and her group approached me. They offered me money to ask you to prom. They wanted me to dance with you, make you believe it was real, and let them film your face when they pulled the joke. They were going to post the video.”
