Then the silence hit him. He slowed and looked around at the circle of faces—the principal, the coach, parents, students, Mason standing off to the side looking ashamed.
And Elsie near the exit, standing straight.
Darren stopped.
“Elsie, honey, I know this is a shock—”
“Don’t call me that,” she said.
He blinked.
“You had someone pretend to like me,” she said, louder now. “At my prom.”
“I thought it would make this easier. I only wanted to talk.”
Mason stepped forward, his voice trembling.
“I’m sorry, Elsie.”
She looked at him.
“Then tell me why. Why did you do it?”
Mason swallowed.
“He said he knew someone who could help me get a football scholarship. He said he only wanted to talk to you. I thought it was harmless.”
His mother covered her mouth.
His father looked furious.
Elsie nodded slowly as tears slid down her cheeks.
“You didn’t think about how it would make me feel at all.”
Mason lowered his eyes. Then Darren stepped closer.
“Elsie, I made mistakes. A lot of them. But I’m here now. I want to make things right.” That was enough.
She pointed at him.
“You don’t make things right by manipulating me into meeting you. You could have called. You could have knocked on our door. Anything but this.”
Darren’s face fell.
“You wouldn’t have listened to me.”
