FBI For A Father

Chapter Two

The campus was beautiful. Harvard has the most beautiful college park that I have ever seen. Not that I've seen many.

There was a cement pathway around a grassy field. You could see some people jogging on the path.

I sat down on the bench and dropped my purse onto it. I stood up almost as quickly as I sat down and walked onto the field.

The grass was a vibrant green as it glistened in the sun.

Frisbees flew above my head and small pitter-patters of the dogs' paws were heard throughout the park.

The wind blew softly, shaking the trees slightly.

The day was perfect.

That is, until I bumped into someone, and almost completely knocked them over.

The person knocked me over, but before I could hit the ground, the person's hand was on my back and I was holding on to their shirt for dear life (or prevention of back pain).

His green eyes were mesmerizing, and his hair curled up in the most perfect way. His lips were a bright pink color, matching the same shade that was on his cheeks.

He helped me stand correctly and I let go of his shirt.

"Sorry about that." He said, his voice rumbling deeply.

"Don't worry about it, it was an accident." I tried to say nonchalantly, but I ended up failing miserably.

"Are you new here?" He asked me.

"Yeah.." I told him.

"Why? Is it that obvious?" I questioned.

"No." He chuckled. "I've just never seen you around before."

He stuck his hand out. "Ashton Holler."

I shook it. "Giovanna Amicello."

"So are you a transfer, or..?" He trailed off his question, waiting for me to respond.

"Oh Heavens no!" I exclaimed with a smile.

"I'm here to get my Masters' degree." I told him.

He grinned at me. "That's cool."

"Have you been here long?" I asked him, taking a small step closer to him.

"Just about a year. The campus is pretty large, do you have anyone to show you around?" He asked, in a hopeful manner.

"Well–" I was cut off by a very familiar voice.

"Actually, she does." Marco stood next to me protectively, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Oh.." Ashton's voice dropped.

"Well, um.. I guess I'll see you around, Giovanna." He said with a small smile, before turning and walking away.

"See ya Ashton." My voice came out in an almost whisper.

I shook Marco's arm off my shoulder and turned to him, absolutely furious.

"What were you thinking?!" I shouted at him.

"I wasn't going to do anything." I glared at my younger brother.

"You know Papa would have stepped in sooner. At least you got his name." He commented.

"I probably would've gotten his number if you hadn't stepped in at all!" I yelled.

A few moments of silence was shared between us before I broke the ice by sighing.

"I'm sorry Marco. I don't know what came over me." I apologized.

Marco reciprocated the apology.

"Do you think that he thought I was your boyfriend?" He asked all of a sudden.

I nodded my head, with a look of disgust coming across my face.

"I mean, have you seen you? Who would want to date that?" I teased him, giving him a playful wink.

"Ah, there's the mean witch I know and love!" He shot back at me.

"Oh shut up, you!" I playfully slapped his shoulder.

We started strolling back to the restaurant when I realized I had left my purse on the park bench.

"Marco, you go on ahead. I left my purse on the bench. I'll be right back." I told him. He nodded at me and continued walking.

I ran back to the park bench to find a piece of paper tucked inside.

It read, "If your boyfriend doesn't mind, I'd love to have lunch tomorrow. xxx-xxx-xxxx, text me if you can, AH"

His handwriting was so pretty, and he wants to get together tomorrow!

I stuffed the sheet of paper into my purse and hurried to the restaurant, hoping that no one would wonder were I'd been.

However, in the back of my mind, there was a certain green-eyed someone, and a meeting I'd never forget.

A/N: Just a small update, sorry it's so short...