“Bullshit. Do you remember what you told me yesterday?” I remind him. He looks confused, then I see in his blue eyes that he remembers the events which caused this. How could he possibly forget?

“That doesn’t mean I still don’t care—” He stops himself and sighs. He walks past me and I would normally let him go. But something overpowers me, as I grab him arm stopping him.

“Look, Ethan,” I sigh. It wouldn’t hurt to be nice, “I’m not sorry for bitching at you, and I’m not sorry for what I’m doing, but you have to understand that learning I might have HIV isn’t easy. You of all people should know.”

“I’ve never seen this side of you,” he says surprised.

“I guess things are changing for me,” I admit, “especially if you really do care.” I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I feel like he really cares about me. I’m not about to throw this away.

“I do, Stacie, a lot. Do you care about me?”

“I’m getting there.”

“Then, I guess it’s time I tell you—”

Suddenly the bell rings and we are called into class.