The Most Popular Girl in School Asked My Mistreated Son to Dance at Prom – It Turned Out to Be a Mean Joke, But What He Did Next Made My Knees Shake

“Somebody get him off the stage!”

I saw Mason’s own name.

I saw cruel words about him I had never heard before. I felt my throat close.

“Turn it off,” Brielle snapped. “This is private. He hacked us. Someone call the police.”

“I didn’t hack anything,” Mason said, calm as still water. “Somebody in that chat sent these to me. Somebody in this room who finally got tired of pretending.”

Brielle’s face turned red as she rounded on her friends. “Which one of you did this to me?”

“Someone call the police.”

Hannah, standing at Brielle’s elbow, lowered her eyes.

“What?” Brielle whispered, turning. “Hannah? You did this?”

Hannah didn’t answer.

Mason kept going. “I’ve been working on this with Mr. Avery, our counselor, since October. It was supposed to be shown at next week’s assembly. I wasn’t going to use it tonight.”

He took a slow breath into the microphone. What he said next made it clear that Mason had planned everything that night.