Page 16 of Billionaires Don't Date Cheerleaders
“Is this a ploy to convince me to write a song about you to prove how creative I am?”
“You know, it wasn’t,” I said, “but now that you mention it, I would like that. Please get on it.”
Jude laughed. “As you wish.”
“I’m waiting.”
“Oh, you mean you want it right now?”
I sighed. “A true musician would be able to do it at the drop of a hat.”
“Well, I?—”
“Okay, class!” Madame Dubois called, clapping her hands together a few times to get our attention. Jude shrugged and tilted his head toward her as if to say, ‘hey, what can you do?’ I shook my head but turned my attention toward our teacher. Well, I faced forward, at least. The second she turned her back on us, I whipped out my phone and opened Twitter.
Sloane@its_sloane
@judeturnerisn’t a real musician, pass it on
Neeeeeeeil@neilhadley
[retweet]@judeturnerisn’t a real musician, pass it on
Call Me Jude@judeturner
You don’t even have context!
Neeeeeeeil@neilhadley
And I don’t need it
Sloane@its_sloane
Oh I forgot to update my tally!
Sloane@its_sloane
# of times I’ve met Hudson Shaw: 3
# of times I’ve met Jude Turner: 1
# of times I’ve met the rest of T5: 0
Call Me Jude@judeturner
I’m in it to win it
Sloane@its_sloane
Choosing me as a guide was a phenomenal first step
Jess @digressjess
Sloane… I say this with all the love in the world: I hate you
Sloane@its_sloane
It’s okay, I hate me too
