"So in one days time you fell off the treadmill which led to you talking to Karma for the first time AND THEN you spit your drink in her face. Epic, Raudenfeld!" Shane teases as we walk to the dinning hall.

"Yeah, obviously not my best moments. But, she still asked for my number after coffee."

"But it will be a miracle if she ever uses it." He fires

"Actually, dweeb, we've been texting all afternoon. She wants to hang out Friday night. I guess there is a party at Sigma Chi and she wants us to go together."

"Reeaalllly" Shane says with a twinkle in his eyes. "You gonna go? Frat parties are not much of your thing."

"I'm gonna go. I mean she asked me, I can't say no to her. I'll just pre-game it before I go. It can't hurt to get a good buzz going before we show up to a house full of druken dip shits who want to bang everything that walks through the door.

"Yeah, I mean you can't do any worse then your recent sober antics." Without even stopping for a breath, Shane begins to jump up and down screaming "Yeah my Amy is growing up and going to her very first frat party! What am I going to dress you in?"

"Umm, I'm gonna dress myself thank you very much."

"This should be interesting." Shane says while rolling his eyes.

The rest of the week flew by between classes, homework, seeing Karma in class and texting her every evening. We didn't have much face to face interaction and I'm starting to wonder if she is worried about being in public with me. I mean I do tend to cause a scene when I am with her.

Buzz

Karma: Hey sexy you excited for tonight?

My face turns red when I read her words. How does she do this to me all the time. I don't think I will ever get used to her thinking I'm hot.

Me: I think so. You?

K: OF COURSE! Drinkin dancin you me what is there to not be excited for. I'll meet ya out front Smith Hall at 10 and then we can walk to the house together. That work?

Me: Yeah sounds good. R U gonna pre-game at all?

K: Nope. I wanna remember as much of this night as I can. Plus I don't have anything to pregame with! LOL

I decide to limit my pre gaming to just a few shots of vodka. I'm feeling a slight buzz. Just enough for my nerves to disappear. I get to Smith Hall just a few minutes before 10 and wait for Karma. I see her walking up to me. She wearing the most perfect outfit. Jean shorts that hit her legs at the right spot to show off her toned legs and a tank top that hugs her in all the right spots. Its tight and low enough to make me stare at her chest for a few seconds longer than I wanted too. Karma notices and smiles at me but says nothing. She seems a bit nervous and I'm not sure how to handle this Karma. We start walking to the house.

"It's kinda chilly" Karma says as we walk.

"Well maybe if you would have remembered to put some clothes on you wouldn't be so cold!" I say as I smile at her.

"Oh, I really thought you would like my outfit" Karma says sounding almost deflated.

"Umm I never said I didn't like it. Its actually the opposite really. You look sexy as hell" The liquid courage was taking over and I liked the way this interaction was going. Karma made me nervous, but right now I didn't even notice. All I could focus on was the way that Karma's smile shown brightly in the dark of the night.

"Here we are" Karma says as we walk up to the house. "Ready for a good time?"

"Lets go" I say as I grab Karma's hand and walk towards the front door.

Karma leads the way as we walk through the door. All the eyes in the room land on Karma as we walk in. She has this way about her that makes everyone just stop and stare at her. The perfectly fitting tank top and shorts don't hurt either. I feel all my nerves pick back up when I realize that now the majority of the eyes that were once on Karma are now on me.

"Wanna get a drink?" Karma says to me. She can tell that my nerves are on high alert at this point.

"YES" I say back to her.

She walks us towards the kitchen where she grabs two beers and hands me one. I frown when she hands me the drink. I hate beer almost more than running. But I figure if Karma can make running doable, she might have the same effect on drinking beer. I take a big gulp of the drink and shiver as I swallow it.

"You don't like beer?" Karma asks in my ear. As soon as she speaks into my ear my body is once again covered with goose bumps. Man this girl is something else!

"I imagine this is what drinking piss must taste like." I say to Karma. She just laughs and pulls me closer to her.

"Well then, lets stop drinking piss and dance." Karma says as she pulls me out of the kitchen and into another room that is full of guys and girls grinding all over each other. I'm not sure I am drunk enough to enjoy this. Did I mention that I hate parties as much as beer AND running combined?

On the dance floor, Karma moves with the beat of the song and all I can do it watch her movements. I stand still on the floor for too long and Karma realizes I am uncomfortable and unsure of what to do. She steps closer to me and puts her hands on my hips. Its at that moment that the nervousness I was feeling melts away like a popsicle in the summer heat. I smile shyly at her and begin to move with the beat of the music and the assistance of Karma's hands.

Song after song plays on and Karma and I get lost in each other. We haven't stopped moving or looking at each other in what seems like hours. Who really knows how long we have been out here. All I know is that the more the songs play the closer the two of us get. Our bodies are pressed against each other and we are moving as one unit. The only space between us is the few inch gap of our lips. And I think that gap is getting smaller and smaller as the songs go. All I can focus on is the smell of her perfume that has an intoxicating effect on me, the way her body feels perfect against mine and the desire that continues to build in her eyes.

I feel Karma begin to close the gap between our lips. I feel my breathe catch as I know Karma is leaning in to kiss me. In the second right before our lips meet someone in the house screams

"COPS!"

The scream from some drunk guy shakes us out of our intoxicating encounter. Panic takes over the house and people start to scatter.

"Come on Amy we have to get out of here. I can't have an underage drinking charge on my record." Karma says to me in near panic. I can't quite understand why Karma is so nervous. She hasn't even been drinking, but I follow her any way. We slip out the back door and head across campus hand in hand.