Saint Patrick's Day

Today is Saint Patrick's Day and I just know that the gang of Latin House is going to throw one of their wild parties. I am seriously thinking of locking myself in my room for the duration and studying like I usually do. It is not that I am judging my friends for participating in all this drunken fun. I have done a bit of drinking myself since I have arrived at the dorm. I have become a lot less shy since I first met my college friends as well. It is just that I can not get excited about this party no matter how much I try.

The reason for that is simple. Isabella has been moping around the place for the last few days because of her breakup with that big muscle bound oaf Chad. Without the Latina's electrifying influence, I just am just not able to get into the gang's drunken frivolity as much as I sometimes do. Let's face it. Isabella is my partner in crime. Maybe that is too strong of a statement. It is not that the Mexican babe spurs me to rob banks or anything else illegal, but she is often challenging me to soar to new heights and to push the envelope. I completely admire Isabella for that reason. There is also the fact that she only has to look into my eyes to send a bolt of lightening through my body. Since I just know that Isabella won't be interested in this party, I sigh and get up to lock my door.

I would have locked my door if someone had not locked the door at the last second. I opened the door to find my Oriental friend Rakesh standing in front of me.

"Oh, hi," I greeted him with a little wave.

"Isabella wants you to get your ass downstairs before she drinks all the good booze," Rakesh told me.

"Oh, really?" I almost cheered.

"Yes, Isabella was quite insistent," Rakesh said with one of his apathetic faces.

Well, this is interesting. It looks like that our wacky girl is finally on the mend. Since I really had to see this for myself, there was only one thing that I could say.

"I guess that I have to go down to the party since you have just said the magic word," I let out with a wry grin.

"I did not say please," Rakesh responded.

"Sigh! Really, Rakesh?" I grumbled.

Sometimes this dark skinned boy can get on my nerves. Don't get me wrong. I love him dearly as a friend, but I thank my lucky stars that I do not have any romantic inclinations towards him. I have a sinking suspicion that it would only take a week for Rakesh to drive me absolutely insane if I tried to date him. After all, there was one time when he wanted me to help wash paint off of him and another when he wanted to me to wear a bunny costume just so he could paint a picture for an art store. I like to help people, but that Indian goes too far sometimes. I just do not have the immense patience required to date someone like Rakesh.

"Isn't please the magic word?" Rakesh asked me while wearing a confused expression on his face.

"Usually it is, but this time the magic word is the name of the person who sent you up here," I patiently explained.

"Ah," Rakesh muttered as he finally started to figure things out. When he did put things together in that complex brain of his, he smirked at me as if I had done something naughty. "Oooooh!"

"Yeah, let's just go down there!" I demanded lightly.

As soon as I locked the door to my room, I went down the stairs a little quicker than usual not only to get away from Rakesh but also to check on Isabella. She must be feeling better if she is so invested in our party. It would do my heart good to see her smile again. I was not paying any attention the big television or any of the other decor when I got to our living room, but I immediately zeroed in on the Mexican babe who was chatting excitedly with everyone. I could not keep a wide smile from creeping across my face when I saw the improved mood that Isabella was in. I immediately put my hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

"It's about time you showed up, cutie," Isabella said while giving me a sexy leer. Yes, she was definitely better.

"I am glad that you are feeling better," I let Isabella know with my best smile.

"I decided that it was time that I stopped moping over that bag of trash," Isabella replied wistfully.

"I was worried about you," I whined.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you to say," Isabella responded while squeezing me in a grateful hug.

Isabella's hug is causing me to blush so deeply because so many emotions were flooding my body. Nervousness, excitement and a little bit of fear were among the main emotions that I could feel. There was one other emotion inside me that was greater than all the others. That was love. I was hopelessly in love with Isabella. Her body felt so warm next to mine. Her hug made me feel so safe that I felt like nothing could hurt me. I never wanted this hug to end, but unfortunately it was over in the blink of an eye. Even though the hug was over, I knew that was going to take a while for my heart to calm down. Isabella always has that effect on me. As soon as it did calm down, a glaring thought popped in my head that I had to express.

"Is Dominic really okay with this party?" I asked which caused Isabella simply to point towards the study nook where I saw poor Dominic blindfolded and tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth. I could not help but gasp because of the sight.

"No, it's better this way," Sally debated. "No one can blame him for this party if he was tied up by desperadoes."

That was when we started drinking at the party. I always drank less than everyone else since I had never taken a drink at all before I had gotten to college. Everything seemed normal until Max spiked our drinks with a flask that was smoking. I sure would like to know why that flask is smoking. Scratch that! I do not want to know after all.

"Okay, it's time to find out which one of us has the luck of the Irish!"Isabella happily blared.

"Which one of us is Irish?" Rakesh asked while wearing his usual dopey face.

"Quiet, you!" Isabella harshly blared. "Our first game is pin the shamrock on the leprechaun. We will pair off in groups of two. One person will wear the blindfold and the other person will be the spinner. Hmm... It looks like we have an odd number of players."

"I volunteer to sit out this round," Rakesh generously offered.

"Want to partner up with me, Anne?" Max asked me with his usual smug face.

"Um..." I started to reply only to be cut off by Isabella clearing her throat loudly and staring daggers at Max.

"I think that you will have more fun with Sally," I helpfully suggested. Max can really be an idiot at times. He should have known that I would want to partner up with Isabella in this game. I did not join the Rowdy Bunch in our dart gun battle so that I could be with Rakesh after all.

"Okay, okay!" Max grumbled while raising both hands in a gesture of defeat.

I closed my eyes at the same time Isabella pulled out a blindfold. I felt a breath catch in my throat when I felt her gently put it over my eyes. I was surprised that she did not spin me right away, but she instead circled the outside of my left ear with one of her fingers. Even though she only did it three times, the feelings caused by Isabella's flirtation caused a low moan to escape my lips and made me feel like that I could melt into a big puddle on the floor. If Isabella had played with my ear much longer, the Latin House crew would have had to clean up my remains with a mop.

Once Isabella had properly spun me a few times, I tried to find my way to the leprechaun target, but I bumped into Sally instead. I don't know if the **** contributed more to my accident or if Isabella's flirting was the main cause. It would me my guess that Isabella was the main cause for my accident. I get buzzed a little little when I drink since college was the start of my drinking experience, but Sally is the worst of us all when she drinks. I was still a lot closer to my target than the perky blonde was to hers despite my accident.

Our party consisted of a lot of other drinking game that a little hazy, but the one game that did stick in my mind was when we played Truth Or Dare. I knew that I was in for it because of the way Sally look at me. I really can't believe that I was stupid enough to pick dare. I knew that I was in for it because of the way that Sally grinned evilly at me.

"OOOKKKAAY, Anne, I dare you to cluck like a chicken for a whole minute!" Sally drunkenly ordered me.

I knew that I was had so I went into my routine. Not only was I blushing like crazy due to embarrassment, but a slow boil was starting to fill my body. Halfway through my torment, I decided that I wanted **** so I lightly pecked Sally on the head with my nose.

"BAWKAW!" I blared while going on the attack.

"Jeesh, it's just a game, Anne!" Sally complained while rubbing the spot that I had pecked.

"You go, cutie!" Isabella cheered.

Once it was my turn to pick someone, I got an idea about how I could flirt with Isabella. My only concern was that I might be bothering her going on the attack so soon. I finally decided to go through with my plan since the Latina was in a good mood for the first time in a while. She would know that it was all part of the game, right? I silently prayed that my target would chose a dare.

"Isabella, truth or dare?" I hopefully asked.

"Since truth is so boring, I choose dare," Isabella replied to fall right in my hands. "Make it a good one, cutie."

"Okay, try this one on for size," I said while blushing like crazy. "I dare you to kiss me."

"OOOOOOH!" everyone in the room except Isabella and the tied up Dominic needled me. Isabella's raised her eyelashes in surprise for second which made me wonder if I had overstepped my bounds. I realized that I had nothing to fear when the Mexican hottie sat next to me on the couch.

"I have never lost I game of Truth Or Dare in my life, and I don't intend to start now!" Isabella proclaimed while placing her hand on my cheek. I could do nothing but blush a shade of deep scarlet as Isabella's face approached mine. The kiss started softly at first, but the girl applied a little more pressure after a couple of seconds. She even pressed my body into the side of the couch at the end.

"How was that, cutie?" Isabella asked while blushing only half as much as I was.

"Wow!" I groaned deeply while most of my friends cheered.

"Mm, it was good for me too," Isabella flirted. "Where is that shy girl that moved in with us at the start of the year?"

"She is still here," I answered with my heart beating double time. "It is just that she has a good teacher."

"You are so sexy when you get bold like this," Isabella complimented me. "You need to let it out more often."

"Would you like to see a movie with me sometime?" I hopefully asked.

"I'd love to," Isabella accepted.