Enjoy Your Stupid Game Without Me
Language: en
The golden boy of our school lived for dares. During our three years of high school, he was always either making some poor freshman bark like a dog on the football field or leading a crowd to confess their undying love to the cafeteria chef. On the morning of our AP Finals—the ones our college futures rode on—his chaotic streak hit a peak. He boarded the charter bus early and hid everyone's exam passes. He called it "the ultimate senior prank." "Better start looking, guys!" he grinned, dangling a blank envelope. "If we find them, we walk in together. If not... well, there's always next…