enough for the whole gym to hear.
Mason’s smile disappeared.
“What’s funny?” he asked.
“Oh my God,” Brielle said between laughs. “Did you actually think I wanted to dance with you?”
A few students snickered.
“I lost a bet,” she said louder. “Dancing with you was my punishment.”
Mason stood there, eyes filling with tears, while people pointed, laughed, and kept recording.
I pushed through the crowd.
“Mason,” I said. “Honey, look at me. We’re leaving.”
But he shook his head.
“No. I’m okay. I just need five minutes.”
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