I Let My Toxic Classmates Eat Their Way to Ruin

The moment the first session of the SATs ended, everyone in our class headed to a nearby diner for lunch.

Amber, the most popular girl in our grade, walked in holding a greasy brown paper bag she bought from some cheap roadside food truck.

"Hey guys! I got these smoked turkey legs for everyone!" she announced with a sweet, angelic smile.

Having grown up in a family that ran a famous three-generation Texas-style BBQ Smokehouse, my eyes instantly locked onto the meat.

One look, and I knew.