He nodded quietly.
We turned toward the exit together.
But suddenly, someone touched my shoulder.
I turned around and saw Mrs. Parker, our math teacher.
She was the kind of teacher who rarely raised her voice. Usually, one disappointed look from her was enough to silence an entire classroom.
But tonight, she looked furious.
“Elliot,” she said firmly. “Olivia. Come with me.”
Confused murmurs spread through the room as she led us toward the stage.
“What’s happening?”
Mrs. Parker climbed the stairs beside the DJ booth and took the microphone.
Then she stopped the music.
Students groaned immediately.
“Everyone be quiet RIGHT NOW,” she said sharply. “I have something important to say.”
The gym slowly fell silent.
Beside me, Elliot looked completely confused.
Mrs. Parker turned toward him first.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
Then she faced the crowd.
