I Hated High School Because the Prom Queen Made My Life Miserable — 12 Years After Graduation, She Matched With Me on Tinder and Had No Idea Who I Was

chemistry class, shouted across a cafeteria, scrawled once on a locker.

She sipped her wine, pleased with herself.

“That sounds rough on him,” I said evenly.

“Oh, please. He probably still lives in his mom’s basement.”

I gave her another chance.

I asked if she ever wondered what happened to him.
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