Isabella seemed mad. Anything you can do?

Maybe it was the drink talking, or the desire to get to know this awesome girl, but Kenny wasn't happy watching her walk off so angrily. He wanted to offer a helping hand, or a comforting shoulder. At the very least, he could always leave her along if she told him to clear off. He wobbled in the direction she had gone, towards the garden.

He passed through the open double doors to hit the cool night air. Isabella was angrily tapping away at her phone. After she finished texting, she sat down and sighed heavily, her head in her hands. Kenny felt pained just seeing her so sad. He wandered over. "Are you alright?" He asked. She glanced up, and put on a weak smile. "Oh, it's...it's nothing..." "Are you sure?" Kenny followed up. "If you want to be alone, I-I won't bother you. But it s-seems like you're really upset." She dropped her **** smile and looked up with a sad pout. Kenny knew that the correct response was NOT to think how cute she looked when she was staring up into his eyes with that sweet pout, but he thought it anyway. "It's just this guy...a total piece of shit. He's like, captain of the football team or something, really popular guy. He's obsessed with getting into my pants. Thinks he's God's gift to women too. The fucker keeps texting me, sending me messages, won't leave me alone despite what I tell him. Now he's started telling people we're fucking even though we never have, and he's sending me dick pics as well. I just want him to leave me alone. I can't stand him. He's upstairs with some girl and she just left, now he's sending me pics of his skanky dick and telling me to come upstairs...so gross..." She pointed the picture towards Kenny. It was certainly gross. Also, kinda tiny? Compared to Kenny's shaft, it was like a meaty thimble.

"Not into this guy? Weird, I figured sexually harassing limp dicks were all the rage nowadays." Kenny said. She let out a barely contained laugh. "Woah, wasn't expecting that from you." She smiled at him. "Nah, I can't stand his type. He doesn't want me, he wants to go around and tell everyone we fucked to make himself look big. I like people who give a shit about me as a person, who aren't afraid to have fun, who actually care. Kinda like you." She looked into Kenny's eyes with a sweet smile, almost teasingly.

Kenny went a deep red, and he took another drink from his cup. He knew 100% he wanted Isabella, and he had a feeling she was getting into him too. The drink was pushing back his shyness, and his heart started pounding hard as he had a very wicked thought come to mind. He sat down next to Isabella and took her hand. She blushed slightly, and looked into his eyes with a seductive smile. He grinned naughtily at her. "You said this guy was upstairs, right?"