That’s when everything hit the fan.
Benjamin told me he knew about my crush. That’s why he hadn’t said anything to me. I was actually impressed that he cared enough about my feelings to not rub my nose into his win. He’d grown up some since our disastrous date, it seemed. Wrong. Because you know what he didn’t do AGAIN? Yep, you guessed it, he kept his HIV status to himself. He even had the balls to say it to my face. He was bragging about how this guy was a slut in bed and how he couldn’t keep him off his d**k, and when I joked about what a waste that was with condoms, he admitted they didn’t use them. According to Benjamin, this guy was such a slut, he wouldn’t care anyway, so why bother bringing it up and spoiling the mood?
I lost it. Seriously. I flattened him with a surprise punch a
