Barron Trump and The Latin Girl

9)First Time

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After Daniel suddenly barged into the room, Barron frowned and pushed himself off the wall, immediately sensing something was off.

— What happened?

Daniel shot a quick glance at Isabela before turning back to Barron.

— It's about the video. I found out who recorded it.

Isabela's stomach twisted.

— Who was it?

Daniel hesitated for a second, like he knew the answer wouldn't go down well.

— Jessi.

The name hit Isabela like a punch to the gut.

— What?

— I saw her filming you guys at the club last night — Daniel continued. — But I swear, I didn't think anything of it. I figured she was just recording the night like everyone else. But now...

Isabela felt her face heat up. Her heart pounded, breath short. Jessi was her friend. They shared a room. Trusted each other.

Or at least, that's what Isabela thought.

She shot up from her seat, suddenly feeling like the room was way too small to contain her anger.

— I need to talk to her.

— Isa... — Barron called after her, but she was already grabbing her things.

— I need to hear it from her.

Daniel and Barron exchanged a look, but neither tried to stop her.

Without looking back, Isabela stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The dorm hallway felt longer than usual. Each step echoed in her head, mixing with the chaotic thoughts spinning out of control.

Jessi.

The same Jessi who welcomed her when she first got to college. The same Jessi who always said she hated gossip.

The same Jessi who, apparently, had filmed Isabela and Barron together.

When she reached their dorm, she didn't hesitate. She turned the handle and walked in.

Jessi was sitting on her bed, scrolling through her phone, but she looked up the second Isabela entered like a storm.

— Isa? What's up with that face?

Her voice was casual, like she had no clue what was going on.

That only made Isabela angrier.

— Tell me it's not true.

Jessi frowned.

— What?

Isabela crossed her arms, her voice sharp.

— Tell me you didn't film me and Barron at the club.

Jessi's expression froze for a split second—small, almost unnoticeable—but Isabela knew her well enough to catch it.

— I... — Jessi started but hesitated.

Isabela's chest tightened.

— You filmed it.

Jessi sighed, setting her phone aside and running a hand through her hair.

— Isa, it wasn't a big deal, okay? I was just recording the night, like everyone else. I didn't think it would turn into something.