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

“Thank you,” I told her.
“Have a good night.”

I walked out into the cool air.
The street was quiet.
My chest was quieter.

I called Marcus and laughed, lightly, not bitterly.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“She never had any power over me. I just didn’t know it yet.”

Then I deleted the app.