I Went to My School Reunion to Take Revenge on My Childhood Crush, Until I Learned What Really Happened Back Then — Story of the Day

Joan scrolled through her school album remembering what her thoughts were back then. It had already been twenty years since graduation, but Joan still remembered the boy who broke her young heart. In anticipation of meeting him at the reunion, she didn’t know that he hadn’t been the one to blame.

As I sat flipping through my old school photos, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. It had been 20 years since I graduated, but looking at the pictures made it feel like just yesterday.

There I was—young Joana Cooper, with that silly, hopeful smile plastered on my face, and beneath my yearbook photo, a cheesy quote I once thought was so profound:

“Love is a two-person job.”

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I laughed at how naive I had been back then, but my laughter quickly faded as my eyes landed on his photo. Chad Barns. My high school crush. The boy who had captured my heart for years.

I had been head over heels for Chad back then—leaving secret love notes in his locker, trying to flirt in my awkward teenage way, and even stuffing valentines into his backpack when I thought no one was looking.

I was convinced we’d end up together, that he was the one.

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I imagined our future so vividly, right down to our wedding day. But here I was, 38 years old, still single, and still wondering what had gone wrong.

Why had Chad suddenly shut me out all those years ago? He had ghosted me just before graduation, leaving me confused and heartbroken.

I hadn’t spoken to him since, but the memory of him still haunted me, even after all this time.

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Just as I started to sink deeper into my thoughts, the doorbell rang, pulling me back to the present.

I set the photo album aside and went to open the door. My best friend Lora stood there, her usual bright smile lighting up her face.

“Ready for the school reunion, bestie?” she asked, her excitement contagious.

I hesitated, leaning against the doorframe.

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“Honestly, Lora, I’m not sure I want to go.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.

“Why not? What happened?”

I let out a deep sigh.

“I was just going through my old photos, and it brought back a lot of memories. You know, about Chad.”

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Lora rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms.

“Chad Barns? You’re still hung up on that after 20 years?”

“I know it sounds ridiculous,” I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“But it still stings. We were so close, and then he just stopped talking to me, like I didn’t mean anything to him.”

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Lora stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Look, maybe he won’t even show up tonight. And even if he does, don’t let it ruin your night. This reunion is about catching up with old friends and having fun, not reopening old wounds.”

I forced a smile, trying to push my insecurities aside.

“You’re right. But if he’s there… I’ll make sure he remembers exactly what he missed.”

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Lora grinned.

“That’s the spirit.”

I was nervous the entire drive to the school reunion. My fingers tapped nervously against my lap, and I kept glancing out the window, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

What if Chad showed up? What if he didn’t? A part of me wasn’t sure which would be worse.

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My heart felt like it was lodged in my throat, and the closer we got, the harder it was to breathe.

As we arrived at the venue, I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror one last time, adjusting my hair and smoothing down the fabric of my dress.

I couldn’t shake the nerves that clung to me like a second skin.

“Joan, you look gorgeous. Seriously, stop worrying about Chad—this is your night,” Lora said, her voice soft but firm.

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“We’re going to have fun, okay?”

I gave her a weak smile, but the knot in my stomach wouldn’t loosen. “Thanks,” I muttered, still fidgeting with my dress.

“But what if he doesn’t come? I feel like a fool getting all worked up over this. It’s been so long, Lora.”

“You’re not a fool,” Lora said, rolling her eyes as if I had said something ridiculous.

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“Honestly, if he does show up, don’t waste your energy on him. Let him see what he missed, and let’s make this night about us, not him.”

Her confidence was contagious, and for a moment, I felt reassured. We stepped out of the car and headed toward the entrance, but with every step, my heart pounded harder.

The school loomed in front of me, bringing back a flood of memories—some good, some painful. I couldn’t believe I was walking back into this chapter of my life.

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The reunion felt like stepping into a time machine. Familiar faces greeted us, people I hadn’t seen in years, some who had barely changed, others I barely recognized.

Laughter filled the air as old friends caught up, shared stories, and reminisced about the good old days. I was starting to relax, even enjoying myself, until I saw him.

Chad Barns.

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My heart skipped a beat as I spotted him across the room. He looked different—older, yes, but still handsome in that rugged, confident way I remembered.

He had a neatly trimmed beard now, and as soon as our eyes met, he smiled. A warm, familiar smile that hit me harder than I expected. All the anger and confusion I had buried deep inside for years rushed to the surface.

Why did he shut me out all those years ago? Why had he left me hanging without a word?

Before I could do anything—before I could even process what I was feeling—Lora grabbed my arm, gently but firmly pulling me in the opposite direction.

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“Remember what I said,” she whispered, her voice steady. “Don’t talk to him.”

“Okay,” I muttered, trying to follow her advice, but part of me was screaming to finally confront Chad, to demand the answers I had been waiting for all these years.

Later in the evening, after we had chatted with a few more classmates, Lora accidentally spilled her drink on her dress. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, looking down at the dark stain.

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“I just bought this! I’ll be right back, Joan, I need to go clean this up.”

I watched as she hurried off to the bathroom, leaving me alone for the first time that evening.

I glanced around, feeling a bit lost without Lora by my side. The reunion was in full swing, laughter and music filling the air, but I suddenly needed some space.

Without thinking, I made my way outside, toward the quiet bench in the schoolyard that used to be my favorite spot.

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It was the place where I would sit after classes, lost in my daydreams or writing in my journal. Tonight, it felt like the perfect place to clear my head.

Sitting down, I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the cool night breeze wash over me.

The memories of high school flooded back—how carefree I was back then, how hopeful. And then, the memories of Chad. I shook my head, trying to push them away, but they lingered, just like they always had.

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Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I opened my eyes and turned to see Chad walking toward me, his familiar smile lighting up his face.

“Hey, Joana,” he said, his voice warm but tentative.

“Chad,” I replied, feeling my heart race in my chest. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has,” he said, stopping a few feet away from the bench. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk to me. You’ve been avoiding me all night.”

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I laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to talk to me after how things ended in high school.”

Chad looked genuinely confused. “What do you mean? I thought you didn’t want to see me after that letter.”

“Letter?” I repeated, frowning. “I never got a letter, Chad.”

He sighed, his expression turning serious.

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“I wrote you a letter asking you out to the park for a date. I left it in your locker, and when you didn’t show up, I figured you weren’t interested. I thought that’s why you stopped talking to me.”

I shook my head, completely stunned.

“Chad, I never got a letter. I thought you stopped talking to me out of nowhere. I couldn’t figure out what I did wrong.”

Before Chad could respond, I heard footsteps again. Lora appeared, looking flustered, her cheeks slightly flushed.

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“What are you two talking about?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Lora,” I said slowly, piecing things together. “Do you know anything about the letter Chad sent me?”

Her face turned pale, and for a moment, she looked like she was about to deny everything. But then Chad stepped forward.

“Lora, you gave me Joana’s reply. You told me she wasn’t interested.”

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I turned to look at Lora, my stomach sinking as I saw the guilt in her eyes. “Is that true?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Lora looked down, her face flushed with embarrassment and regret. “I… I was jealous,” she admitted, barely above a whisper.

“I liked Chad, and I didn’t want you two to get together. I thought you’d forget about him if I made sure you never saw that letter.”

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My chest tightened with a mix of disbelief and anger.

“You lied to both of us? You ruined everything because you were jealous?”

“I’m sorry,” Lora whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I never thought it would matter after all these years. I just didn’t want to lose either of you.”

“Go away, Lora,” I said, my voice trembling with the weight of all the emotions I had kept bottled up for years.

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As Lora hurried off, a mix of sadness, anger, and relief washed over me.

Chad stepped closer, his arms wrapping around me in a gentle hug. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth I had missed all these years.

“All this time,” I whispered, my voice shaky, “I thought you didn’t care.”

Chad sighed, his voice soft. “I thought the same about you.”

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For a moment, we stood there in silence, holding onto each other, letting the weight of the past slowly slip away.

“We can’t change the past,” Chad said, his voice calm, “but we can decide what happens now.”

I looked up at him, wiping away my tears with a small smile. “You’re right.”

We spent the rest of the night sitting on that familiar bench, talking and laughing. We had lost so much time, but I felt hopeful we wouldn’t lose any more.

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The flight attendant approached me and requested, “Please remain seated after we land; the pilot would like to speak with you personally.”

I thought my big business trip to LA was going to be just another day until a mysterious request from the pilot left me questioning everything I knew about my past. The truth he shared would alter my future in ways I never imagined.

My flight to Los Angeles was supposed to be a smooth one, but what happened during that two-hour journey changed my life forever. But before I tell you about it, let me share why I had to reach LA that day.

So, I work as an architect at a well-known construction firm, and this is my dream job. Let me tell you, it wasn’t good luck that brought me here. It was my hard work and all those sleepless nights I spent in college upgrading my skills and learning new concepts.

Recently, my boss gave me an opportunity to present a big project to some of our top investors in Los Angeles.

It was a HUGE thing because it could lead to a long-awaited promotion, so I happily accepted the opportunity.

Honestly, I felt so grateful for it because it was also a chance to make my mom, Melissa, proud. She’s my best friend, and that’s mainly because she has raised me as a single parent. She told me my father passed away before I was born, but she never stopped me from chasing my dreams. Mom’s always been there to support me, and I love her for that.

So, when I told her about the meeting in LA, she hugged me and said, “Go get ’em, sweetie! I’ll be praying for you.”

The time flew by at the airport, and soon I found myself comfortably seated on the plane, ready to take off. The flight attendants were all so welcoming, and I lucked out with an empty seat next to me!

As the plane began to ascend, I couldn’t help but feel excited. I was well-prepared for my presentation, hoping the investors would like it.

A few minutes into the flight, a friendly-looking flight attendant named Bethany approached me with a tray of drinks.

“Can I get you something to sip on?” she asked with a smile.

“Just orange juice, please,” I replied, raising my hand to accept the glass. As I did, Bethany glanced down at the birthmark on my wrist.

“I’m sorry, could I have your passport, please?” she asked suddenly.

Well, that’s strange, I thought.

Confused but not wanting to argue, I handed it over. Bethany looked it over carefully before returning it with a nod.

“Just a standard protocol check. Thank you!”

Sounds cool.

A short while later, Bethany returned to my seat.

“Excuse me, will you be in a rush after we land?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got a connecting flight to catch and I’m already running late,” I explained as I subconsciously clasped my hands together.

“Well, the pilot wants to speak with you after we land.”

“The pilot?” I asked. “Why? Can’t he just talk to me now?”

“I’m afraid not,” Bethany replied in a serious tone. “He wants to talk to you in person. I know you’re in a hurry, but trust me, you’ll want to hear this. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

I sat there, utterly perplexed.

What on earth could the pilot possibly need to tell me? And why did it have to wait until after we landed? My big meeting was hanging in the balance, and I didn’t want to risk missing my connection. But Bethany’s insistence made me feel like this was something important.

As the plane touched down and the other passengers began filing out, I steeled myself and waited patiently for the pilot to approach.

When the cabin was finally empty, a tall man with graying hair entered, his eyes immediately locking onto mine.

At that point, I literally dropped my bag and jacket. My jaw just about hit the floor because I could’ve sworn I had seen this man before.

I instantly recognized him from old photos my mom had shown me. This was Steve, her childhood friend.

But the man didn’t look happy to see me.

In fact, tears were streaming down his face as he threw his arms around me in a tight embrace. I stood there, completely bewildered, as he sobbed into my shoulder.

“What’s going on?” I asked in a shaky voice. “What happened?”

He pulled away, gazing at me with red-rimmed eyes. Then, he gently took my hand and revealed a birthmark on his wrist. It was an exact match to the one on mine.

“Courtney,” he choked out, “I’m your father.”

“Wait, what?” I looked at him with eyes wide open. “My father? But Mom said…

Why did Mom lie to me? I thought. Why didn’t she ever tell me that Steve was my father?

“I don’t know what Melissa told you, Courtney, but this is the truth,” Steve continued. “She suddenly disappeared from my life when I was about to attend aviation school.

“She didn’t even tell me she was pregnant… I… I got to know through a friend but it was years after you were born.”

At that point, all I wanted to do was confront Mom. I wanted to find out why she left Steve. I wanted to know why she hid everything from me.

I immediately pulled out my phone and called her.

“Mom, why didn’t you ever tell me about Steve?” I demanded as soon as she answered. I had her on speakerphone so Steve could hear. “Why did you keep this from me?”

“Steve? What do you mean, sweetie?” she asked, still trying to hide the truth from me.

“Mom, please stop!” I rolled my eyes. “I just met Steve on the airplane. He’s here with me. Now please tell me everything. I need answers. He needs answers!”

After a few seconds of silence, Mom finally spoke. Her voice was thick with emotion as she began to explain.

“Oh, Courtney, I’m so sorry,” she cried. “When we were young, Steve wanted to go to aviation school and become a pilot. But then I got pregnant with you… and… and I knew that if he found out, he would give up his dreams to be with us…”

“I couldn’t let him do that,” she continued after a pause. “So, I left without telling him. I thought it was the right thing to do at the time, but I can see now how much it’s hurt all of us.”

Steve’s face crumpled as he listened.

“Melissa,” he choked out, “I… I loved you so much. I would have done anything for you and our child… Why didn’t you trust me?”

“Steve? Oh my…” Mom gasped. “I… I thought I was protecting you. I was scared. I’m sorry, Steve. I’m so, so sorry.”

I felt like my head was spinning. All these years, my mom had lied to me about my father’s fate, and now here he was, a complete stranger, pouring his heart out to both of us. I couldn’t process it all.

“Mom, this is… this is a lot to take in,” I stammered. “I’m already late for the big meeting with the investors… I don’t know how I’ll get to LA now.”

Steve’s eyes widened as I mentioned the investors.

“You’re going to LA? What’s the meeting about?”

I quickly explained the details to Steve. I told him how I was supposed to present a major project to secure a big promotion at work.

I saw his expression shift as I told him everything about the company and the investors.

“Well then, we can’t let you miss that meeting,” he declared, “because I know those investors very well, Courtney.”

“What? How?” I asked.

“I used to fly their private jet a few years ago, and they were very kind to me,” Steve revealed as he slid out his phone. “Let me make a few calls, and I’ll get you in front of them today.”

True to his word, he sprang into action, making a series of hushed phone calls. Within an hour, I found myself being ushered into a swanky conference room. I couldn’t believe it.

The best part was that the meeting went better than I could have imagined. The investors were impressed and agreed to fund my project idea. Besides that, I got a call from my boss and he offered me the promotion I had been hoping for. I was super happy!

As I walked out of the room, I saw Steve waiting for me with open arms.

“You did it!” he exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, Courtney.”

I felt a lump in my throat as I hugged him back.

This man, whom I had never known, was now an integral part of my life, and somehow, it felt right. All those years of feeling like something was missing had led me to this moment, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else the future had in store.

The next week, Steve visited our house to meet Mom.

It was an emotional reunion, filled with tears, laughter, and a sense of wholeness that had been missing for so long. That day, I understood what it felt like to have a complete family.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the incredible turn of events. Who would have thought that a routine flight to LA would lead to the discovery of my long-lost father? It was the kind of plot twist you only see in the movies. But here I was, living it.

And while it was overwhelming, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude and excitement for what the future might hold.

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