I couldn’t believe it when I saw her at the one bar in our hometown, with a group of her friends, some of whom I recognized, some of whom I didn’t. The girl who tortured me for the entire four years of high school. She always flirted with me, we studied together all the time, it was to the point where my mom assumed we were dating. But we weren’t, we very much weren’t, and it was a bit of a shock to my mom that I had to invite someone else to prom.
