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

I took a step forward, then made myself stop.

Brielle let out a theatrical, throw-your-head-back laugh that bounced off the gym walls.

Mason’s smile collapsed in slow motion.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Oh my God,” Brielle gasped between giggles. “Did you actually think I wanted to dance with you?”

The room snickered. Somewhere behind me, a boy whooped.

“I lost a bet,” she said, louder now. “Dancing with you was my punishment. Like, the worst possible punishment they could think of.”

“Did you actually think I wanted to dance with you?”

Mason just stood there, his eyes filling with tears as the other students chuckled and pointed at him, phones still up, filming everything.

I pushed through the crowd.

“Mason,” I said, reaching him. “Honey, look at me.”