ALEXA

The weeks leading up to the end of the semester were a haze of caffeine-induced tremors, and the kind of heart palpitations that usually preceded a cardiac arrest—or, in my case, a date with Matt.

I was in my dorm room, the air smelling faintly of vanilla candles and the crisp air of finally-it’s-the-holidays.

My suitcase sat open on the bed, half-filled with sweaters I’d probably never wear and the high-waisted jeans that made my butt look like it actually existed.

I was on a mission.

A secret, and very important, "Operation Lose my V-Card" mission.

I reached for my favorite pink notepad, the one with the little holographic...