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

I thought, why not both?”

“Both,” I repeated.

“You’re successful. You’re kind. You seem like the type who likes helping people.” She smiled, soft and rehearsed.
“And I could use a hand right now. That’s not a crime, is it?”

I leaned forward and said the nicknames back to her.
Word for word.

I looked at her.
Really looked.
The same eyes that had laughed at continue reading …