GD

You had hooked up with Dean Di Laurentis right before the end of your junior year at Briar. You thought I’ll go on my way and never see him again. Wrong. You spent the majority of your summer sicker than a dog. You brushed it off at the beginning until you skipped your second period right before senior year started. You took a test. Positive. Shit. You found Dean as soon as you got back on campus and broke the news. What shocked you the most was when he asked what do you need? Now it’s the end of January. You are due in a couple weeks. The hockey championship is right around the corner. This is not at all how you planned your senior year as a college student.