I was born with the kind of face people couldn't help staring at, yet I suffered from crippling

I was born with the kind of face people couldn't help staring at, yet I suffered from crippling social anxiety. To escape the weight of everyone's eyes, I spent years hiding behind a black face mask. Naturally, that made me the school’s favorite freak. They hauled my desk into the boys' locker room, scrawled "UGLY" across my gym uniform in permanent marker, and eventually cornered me in the athletic equipment shed, demanding that I take the mask off. That was the day Damon, the new transfer student, kicked the door off its latch. He pulled me behind him and turned a glacial stare on the crowd. "If she doesn't want to show her face, none of you touch her." From that moment on, he became my self-appointed protector, making sure nobody laid a finger on me. Slowly, inevitably, I fell for him. I even began to summon the courage to take the mask off—just for him. Until the afternoon before our senior graduation gala, when I heard Damon laughing with the very people who used to torment me. "The bet expires tomorrow, Damon. Are you seriously going to ask out the freak?" Damon’s voice drifted through the door, lazy and amused. "Of course." "First, I get her to take the mask off in front of the whole school. Then we tell her that every single heroic rescue, every sweet little moment, was scripted from day one." Someone chimed in, "What if she actually turns out to be hot?"#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama