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

By lunch, everyone knew.

Brooke had told half the school that the janitor girl had slipped into the finals because Mr. Shaw felt sorry for her.

Carter heard in the student lounge.

He was sitting on a leather couch, playing a game on the big screen, one sneaker propped on the coffee table.

Brooke stormed in.

“She got through,” she said.

Carter paused the continue reading …