A/N:This is aCliffy Fic (Michael andIsabel)There is a handsome young man in town. He runs into Isabel, and sparks fly. Some are happy for Isabel but what about the brown eyes of jealousy?

It had been a long day of classes at the high school. It was a very hot day, the sun baking the concrete making it burn feet even through shoes. The gang had all gone their separate ways. Isabel was downtown, headed to a dress shop for something she just had to have. The tall beautiful blond girl in the high heels walked down the sidewalk, thinking of a cold drink. When she turned the corner, she ran into someone coming out of a shop. She felt icy cold liquid splashing her and running down the front of her dress.

She gasped and looked up, right into the green eyes of a tall dirty blond man who was gorgeous. At six feet, he was several inches taller than she was.

"I'm sorry." He spoke his voice deep and it sent chills down her spine.

"It's alright, it's my fault really. I should have been watching where I was going."

"At least let me buy you something to drink, and get you some napkins to blot that up."

Isabel stood there trying to wipe it away. She really should move on, and then do her little trick and clean it. Nevertheless, looking into his eyes she found herself saying yes. He smiled at her, showing dimples in his cheeks.

She started walking with him down the street, heading to a little ice cream parlor. Across the street, Liz was on her way to work. She saw the little mishap and the two walking off together. She hurried to work, hoping Max would be there.

Entering she saw Maria and Michael whispering over the pick-up window. She glanced around, saw Max, and headed straight for him. She slid into the booth opposite him as he looked up from the magazine he was checking out as he ate some fries.

"Liz, just the girl I wanted to see. Want to go for a drive later?"

"Yeah, Max I just saw Isabel down the street she was with some guy I never saw before."

Max closed the magazine and frowned. "What does he look like? What was he doing?"

"Well he was just walking with her. Seems she bumped into him and knocked his drink all over herself. Let's see he is tall, gorgeous, sandy hair, nice bod…"

"She knows better than getting friendly with strangers. He might be anyone. Maybe I should go check it out." He glanced over at Michael.

"If I need any help I will call, and you can send Michael." He started to get out of the booth and Liz put her hand on his arm.

"Max, he wasn't doing anything. If you go barreling over there, sticking your nose in, she is going to get really pissed at you."

"Yeah, but I know what is best for her."

"So you think, she doesn't agree. She has to make her own decisions just as you do."

Max sat back, took a sip of his soda and frowned. "Okay, I'll talk to Izzy later at home." Liz shook her head; he wasn't going to give it up. Michael came over to the table, as Liz left to start work.

"Max, I don't have to work for another hour want to go shoot some hoops?"

"All right, maybe we can check on Isabel on the way."

"What are you talking about?"

Max stood up and walked towards the door, talking over his shoulder. "Well it seems there is a new guy in town, he's met Isabel."

"Did he now?" asked a suspicious Michael.

Isabel sat at the small round table eating a ice cream sundae. She had gone into the ladies room while he ordered and cleaned the front of her dress, but had left it a little wet to fool him. He saw there eating his banana split and watching her.

She watched him as he ate, and found herself looking at his full lips. She found herself attracted to him, and she hoped he would ask her out.

"So how long will you be here Jason?"

"Well my father is checking out the town to see if he wants to build his factory here. If he does we may be here for a while. So what is there to do here Isabel. That is a lovely name by the way."

"Thank you. There isn't much to do here. Curfew at night. So all of us under 21 are expected home before it's too late."

Jason just shook his head. "Silly to have a curfew in such a quiet town. Would you like to go to a movie with me?"

"Sure." She opened her pocket book and took out a pad and pen. She wrote down her cellphone number and gave it to him.

She was unaware of four eyes watching her from across the street. Unaware that one was watching with the eyes of jealousy.