The officer nodded to his partners.
All three officers turned almost together and started walking across the gym floor toward the punch table.
The officers stopped in front of Brittany.
Only one boy asked me to prom because no one else wanted to go with me because of the birthmark on my face — everyone laughed until police officers walked into the gym.
“Miss, we need you to step outside for questioning,” one officer said.
Brittany’s perfect smile cracked. “This is a joke. You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious, Miss. We have evidence that you conspired to harass a classmate. You and your friends can step outside to speak to us willingly, or we can return with a warrant.”
Brittany’s mouth moved, but no words came out. Then she spun toward Caleb, her voice rising into a shriek. “You did this? You chose that mottled loser over me?”
“Brittany, stop.” Caleb raised his hands. “You’re only going to make this worse for yourself.”
“She’s NOTHING, Caleb!” Brittany continued shrieking.
“That’s enough.” One officer stepped forward and gestured to Brittany to follow him.
