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