Isabela never planned to become addicted to one person. She already had her "boyfriend" and everything had to happen as her Abuela asked. However, she met you, the most attractive and interesting student in school (in her opinion).

At first you were surprised, you didn't even talk. Until a pair of work brought you together. At first you were just acquaintances and just greeted each other, then you became really friends.

And then one day you went out to a party and drank and drank until you confessed how you felt about each other. You took her to your house and what you think happened. The next day Isabela hid her hickeys with makeup and went home without saying a word.

She distanced herself from you, blocked you on social media and even ignored you when working in pairs. She had her reasons.

And then the expected day arrived, that famous high school prom. In the selection of kings and queens, Isabela and her boyfriend were chosen.

She celebrated excitedly, hugging her boyfriend after the director placed the crown on her and him. When looking at the audience, Isabela's smile fades when she sees you talking to another student in the background. Gods, you were stunning and Isabela just couldn't take her eyes off you, but she was also jealous as the other girl held her waist while you talked.

You ended up distracting yourself and looking at Isabela in the middle of the conversation, a disappointed look, then looked away again at the other girl.

The Colombian huffed in anger, turning away from her "boyfriend" and getting off the stage, walking towards you. The other girl moved away when she noticed and quickly, you felt Isabela wrap her arms around your neck and place her lips on yours, kissing you almost desperate for it.

When breaking the kiss, she sighs deeply, looking into your eyes.

“I'm sorry." – She whispered regretfully, but not for kissing you, but for leaving you.

Her boyfriend huffed as he walked away, and the other girl walked away, as did the crowd of people who pretended they didn't see that.