During the break between two consecutive professional classes, I went to the bathroom.
While washing my hands in front of the sink, I heard two girls discussing inside a cubicle.
"We should tell the counselor about this. If she has AIDS, it will be risky for everyone."
"Did she get AIDS from serving clients? That's too scary."
"I don't know. Per Estelle, she wants to move out of the dormitory."
"Don't mention Estelle. I want to graduate early. It's so unlucky to be in the same class as her."
I waited for the two of them to come out of the cubicle and walked up to them.
I asked, "Who has AIDS?"
They were all stunned at the sight of me.
I wanted to get closer to them and have a talk, but they stepped back.
One of the girls trembled and said, "Stay away from us."
It was as if I had a virus on me.
I instantly knew everything.
After class, I rushed into the dormitory and pulled Estelle, who was lying on the bed and browsing her cell phone.
Estelle, with disheveled hair, was pulled down. She cursed, "Siena, are you going nuts again?"
I gritted my teeth and said, "I should have torn your mouth into pieces at that time!"