Then I walked away, crossed the floor, and stopped in front of Grandma Doris.
"You brought your gran?" Sasha asked.
"Would you dance with me?" I asked.
"Oh, Lucas..." she began, her hand flying to her chest.
"Just one dance, Gran."
"I don't know if I remember how, sweetheart," she said, hesitating.
"We'll figure it out," I said, doing a shuffle with my feet.
"Would you dance with me?" I asked.
We stepped out onto the floor, and for a few seconds, it felt like a perfect moment. Until the laughter started.
"No way! He brought the janitor as his date?"
"That's... gross."
"Lucas is pathetic! What the heck?!"
Someone near the snack table laughed loud enough for it to echo over the music. I could hear sneakers sliding on the gym floor as a few heads turned in our direction.
"No way!
He brought the janitor as his date?"
"Don't you have a girl your age?" another voice shouted. "This is seriously messed up."
"He's actually dancing with the janitor!"
I felt Grandma Doris tense beside me. Her hand, warm in mine just a moment ago, went still. The corners of her smile pulled downward before she could stop them. She stepped back just slightly, enough that I felt the space between us shift.
"Don't you have a girl your age?" another voice shouted.
"Sweetheart," she said quietly. "It's alright. I'll head home. You don't need all this. You need to enjoy the night."
She gave me a soft, apologetic look like she was the one who had done something wrong.
Something inside me locked into place. Not anger exactly — just a kind of clarity I didn't know I had until that moment.
"No," I said. "Please don't go."
"You don't need all this. You need to enjoy the night."
I looked around the gym. Every table, every corner, every shimmering string light seemed to close in. People had stopped dancing. Some were whispering. Sasha was standing by the wall, watching us, her face unreadable.
"You told me once that you raised me to know what matters. Well, this matters," I said, turning to Grandma again.
She blinked, her mouth parting slightly.
"I'll be right back," I said.
People had stopped dancing.
Then I crossed the floor, weaving between couples and cutting straight to the DJ booth. Mr. Freeman, our math teacher turned part-time DJ, looked surprised as I approached.
"Lucas? Is something wrong?"
"I need the mic," I said, nodding once.
I crossed the floor, weaving between couples...
He hesitated for just a second, then handed it to me. I turned off the music myself. The room fell silent, like someone had physically pulled the sound out of the air.
"Before anyone laughs or pokes fun again... let me tell you who this woman is," I said, taking a deep breath.
I looked toward Gran, who was still standing alone, arms loosely at her sides.
The room fell silent.
"This is my grandmother, Doris. She raised me when no one else would. She scrubbed your classrooms at dawn so you could sit in clean seats. She's worked extra hard cleaning out the locker rooms so that you could shower in clean cubicles. She is the strongest person I know."
There was a hush so quiet, I could hear the whirring of the ceiling fan.
I caught Anthony in the corner, face flushing red. I remembered Gran finding him drunk in the locker room two years ago — someone had smuggled a bottle of something into school. She helped him clean up, got him home safely, and never breathed a word of it.
"She raised me when no one else would. "
His dad was on the school board.
I let the silence settle.
