Please Stop Telling Me Everything Happens For A Reason

Jess Loiterton

By Ari Eastman

I remember the first time. A blonde girl who sat behind me in Spanish sent a text meant with good intentions. We were friends, but not great. Most of the time I was jealous that her boobs were so big and her waist so impossibly small. That and the fact that my crush, Dan, looked at her more than he ever looked at me. You know, stupid shit an adolescent…