The Night Before Finals
The day before Senior Finals, the prettiest girl in our class offers to take every guy to a hotel and pop their cherryas a “stress reliever.”
Every single one of them says yes.
What they don’t know is that Vivian Lane is HIV positive.
This morning, I overheard her talking to a friend outside the coffee shop near campus.
“Why should I be the only one stuck with this? Why do they all get to go to Harvard and Yale while I’m headed for community college? If I’m going down, I’m taking every last one of them with me.”
In my last life, I tried to stop it. I begged. I screamed. I blocked the door.
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