about his face stopped me.
He did not look defeated.
He looked ready.
Then he turned and walked toward the DJ booth.
In his hand was a small black USB drive.
The music suddenly cut off.
The gym fell silent.
Mason stepped onto the stage, took the microphone, and stood in front of the projector screen.
“Excuse me, everyone,” he said calmly. “This will only take a few minutes.”
Brielle’s smile vanished.
The projector flickered on.
“Brielle,” Mason said, looking directly at her, “before you leave tonight, I think everyone
