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

tightened.

Around me, students whispered.

One girl in the front row smiled into her phone.

Another boy muttered, “This is going to be good.”

I folded the music carefully.

That made Carter laugh harder.

“Look at that,” he said. “She’s saving it.”

I looked up.

For one second, my eyes met his.

I didn’t say yes.

I didn’t say no.

I just put the torn page inside my continue reading …