The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

mark from the tile.

My hands were red from the bucket water.

My back ached.

That hallway was the same hallway Carter had walked through after class, laughing with his friends, already forgetting me.

I wished I could forget him that easily.

But his voice kept coming back.

Sing that at Founders Night and I’ll marry you.

The words had stuck to me like dust.

I continue reading …