Summary: Isabella Girardo didn't think much about Chris Halliwell when she first met him, but as time goes on, she sees just how much in common they have
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it, I sadly do not own Charmed or its characters. I only own the characters that are unfamiliar to the show.
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Chapter 1
The alarm clock rang loudly in the bedroom of 20 year old Isabella Girardo. She moaned at the sound of the annoying clock and slammed it onto the floor. A few seconds later, Isabella felt someone poking her back. She turned around and saw her mom. Isabella turned back to her pillow. That action just made her mother rip off her covers which sent a cool shock over her body. That certainly got Isabella awake. Upon seeing that her daughter was awake, Selena Girardo left the room to finish breakfast. Isabella sat up and looked at her mirror. Her brown hair hung just above her shoulder line and had a few black streaks here and there. Her eyes were a hazel colour that morning. Isabella smiled. She liked the colour of her eyes. It was one of the few things that she liked about her body.
After examining herself for the next few minutes, Isabella went to her closet to pick out some clothes for the first day of school. After much deliberation, she picked out a black peasant-like skirt, along with a black tank top. She decided to wear her hair down and wavy. She didn't feel like going all out for the first day of school. The act made people expect way too much from her.
Isabella walked into the kitchen where some toast and cereal was set out for her. Isabella loved her mom's cooking. She ate her breakfast but was feeling guilty inside for being 20 and still depending on her mother so much. She should have gotten her own home by now, but Isabella knew better, and circumstances had prevented her from breaking away from her mother. Isabella finished up her breakfast and left her home.
It was a very beautiful day in San Francisco. They were much nicer then the cold, cloudy mornings she was used to while living in New York. Isabella was born in Italy to Selena and Marco Girardo. When she was three, they moved to New York. Not too long afterwards, her father was mysteriously killed. Isabella later found out the true reason behind his death. From then on, it was just her and her mother. Isabella was very close to her mom, not only because it was only them, but also because of how close in age they were. Selena had Isabella when she was about 17 years old, so the proximity of their ages proved to be a great factor in why they had such a strong bond. Isabella lived her whole life in New York and loved every second of it. She had great friends, and always knew where to get the best food, the nicest clothes at affordable prices, and the places with the widest selection of music. Then out of the blue, Selena decided to move to San Francisco. At first Isabella clearly objected, but a few days later, an event took place that changed Isabella's mind drastically and also caused her to decide not to move away from her mom. Within a few weeks, they were settled in a small apartment in San Francisco. Isabella had transferred into the University of San Francisco into the History program. This was to be her first day of school.
As Isabella got off the bus in front of campus, she looked around and noticed the different people who were going to that school. Isabella sighed and adjusted the shoulder bag, which held her books. Isabella began walking to the main entrance. She was so confused; she didn't know where anything was. She found the main office and asked for a locker. After much contemplation on which location would be best, a locker was assigned to her. Isabella then made her way through the crowd of students to find her locker. Her shoulder was aching and she wanted to get rid of the books she held. She held a map of the school grounds, but that didn't help her much. After getting lost a dozen times, she found the wing that held the lockers. She found her locker and got settled in.
Isabella then took a look at her watch and to her shock, noticed her first class was going to start in about 10 minutes. Isabella panicked and rushed out with her books in her hands. She was rushing so much that she didn't look where she was going. Before she could stop herself, she crashed right into a young man. Isabella fell back and watched as her books scattered everywhere. The young man fell backwards to, but he wasn't holding anything, so nothing scattered around him. Isabella looked at the student and blushed. She did not need this on her first day of school. She quickly got up and started collecting her books. She looked at the young man who had already gotten up.
"I am so very sorry… I am such a klutz…. I don't even know where I'm supposed to go and I'm so confused." Isabella started rambling. It was habit when she got really nervous. The young man just smiled at her and ran his fingers through his brown hair.
"Don't worry about it. The first day of school is always crazy. At least here it is."
He noticed one of Isabella's books on the floor. He got down and picked it up. He examined it.
"History of Rome… The Rise and fall of Caesars… I think I have the same class."
Isabella gave the student an aggravated look. She did not have time for this. She shook her head and went to grab her book, when the young man pulled it away for some reason. Isabella glared at him. This young man was not giving her a good first impression, but then again, neither was she.
"Excuse me, can you please give me my book back, I'm late for class."
The boy looked interested in her book. He continued looking through it without regards that Isabella was standing there impatiently. When she mentioned the class, the boy's head shot up.
"The teacher cancelled class. I have no idea why though. You don't see these things on the first day of school." He laughed to himself and then handed the book back to Isabella. Isabella took it and looked at the boy with question and curiosity on her face. She particularly took notice of the small silver triquetra around his neck. She knew what that symbol meant, but why was this boy wearing it? Before she could think more the boy began talking again.
"I see that you not from around here… How about I show you around in order to prevent you from smashing into other people?" The boy smiled, much to the annoyance of Isabella. She decided to get past his annoying attitude for several reasons. The first reason being that she needed a friendly face to make her feel more normal in this new atmosphere. The second being that she was still so interested in his necklace and something about him made her feel so drawn to him, but she didn't know what it was.
"Fine, but just so you know I may look small, but I can be a force to reckon with. By the way, my name is Isabella... Isabella Girardo" Isabella smiled and offered him her hand. The boy took it and shook it.
"Nice to meet you Isabella… My name is Chris..."
