Running into Isabella

Life in Professor Tasque's class is very hectic. It is especially hectic because that nut lured some of the students including myself into a Prisoner's Dilemma. The people who wanted extra credit split into study groups of two students each and then the eccentric professor sprung his trap. He offered us the opportunity to ask to the answers to the final exam. If one person cheated while the other didn't, the student who cheated would be on easy street and the honest student would get an F. If both students cheat, both students get C's. If no one cheats, the professor has to grade the tests normally. What concerns me is that my study partner is this redheaded girl whom I barely know named Roxanne. Worrying about her betraying me always wears me out in that class and today is no exception. That is why I am leaving today's class in funk. I am immediately perked up when I get outside because I see a certain perky brunette whom I have come to admire a great deal.

"Isabella!" I call up ahead to get her to stop walking so I can catch up to her.

"Oh, hi, Anne," Isabella responded as I took a couple of quick breaths to recover from my quick walk.

"Now I know you have a problem," I said after letting out a quick sigh.

"What do you mean?" Isabella asked while arching both eyebrows in surprise.

"You called me Anne," I answered with a wry grin.

"Sorry, but I'm not in the mood to tease you right now," Isabella complained.

"Is your shift at the cafe over?" I wondered.

"I was on a break so I decided to walk around," Isabella explained with a frown. "I was just about to go back."

"Do you mind if I walk with you?" I asked while pulling my brown winter coat tighter around me for more warmth.

"Sure, I don't mind," Isabella agreed.

"I just wanted to check to see if you were okay," I probed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Isabella responded in a way that did not convince me at all.

"I realize that you are hurting a little, but I for one am glad that Johnny Bravo is out of the picture," I consoled my friend.

"Yeah, I know that you don't like him," Isabella acknowledged while giving me a cold smile.

"Well... " I stuttered while blushing. Why is that I always blush around her? I know why. It is because I am so desperately hooked on her. "That is not the only reason why I am glad that he is gone. It is just that you can do so much better than that pig."

"Got any suggestions?" Isabella asked while practically leering at me.

That did it. I am now blushing as red a beet. I am even starting to lose my power of movement. Isabella could now get me to do anything she wanted and I would do it with a smile. I would probably even slit my own throat if Isabella asked me. It takes almost all of the will that I have left in order to answer my friend's last question.

"Well... I might have one suggestion," I profusely choked out.

"Oh, Anne!" Isabella sighed while wrapping her arms around me and sucking out most of the air out of my body with a kiss.

"Oh, my!" I squeal because that is all I can say.

"I was going to wait until we got someplace private to do this, but you are much too beautiful for me to wait any longer," Isabella growled while unbuttoning my coat and dropping it to the ground in the middle of campus where anyone could see. I was powerless to do anything but stand there and watch. I just didn't care what kind of trouble I got into because of this. I knew what I wanted. I... I... realize that I am still wearing my coat and I was having a crazy sexual fantasy.

"Are you okay, Anne?" Isabella asked with a look of concern.

"I'm okay," I replied while calming down as much as possible.

"Look, I know how you feel about me," Isabella let me know while patting my right shoulder. "I would have to be a fool not to since you gave me that sexy thing for Valentine's Day. I just don't know what to do yet."

"Whatever you decide is fine," I said with a smile. "If you decide that you just want to be friends, that's fine too. It would hurt me for a little while, but I would get over it."

"Cutie, just hearing you say that is a definite point in your favor," Isabella teased me while giving me a hot grin. I could only nod in response.

"Just who is Johnny Bravo anyway?" Isabella questioned as we continued walking.

"Just a cartoon character that I used to watch," I explained. "He is kind of like Chad, but not quite as sleazy."