I don't own twilight, the fantastic Stephanie Meyer does.

Accidentally in Love

Chapter 1

Sure, I may not be popular. I may not have bleach blonde hair, big boobs, and an ego twice my size. But I still don't think I deserve this…

"Hurry up BELLA, I don't have all day!" Lauren screeched from above me, as I picked up her books from the floor. Me-being the clumsy person I am-tripped in the hallway on my way to 5th period. On my way down to the floor, I bumped into Lauren-a.k.a. Queen B.

I handed her, her books and bent back down to retrieve mine. I quickly put them in my arms and stood up, the second I did she knocked them back down again with her manicured hand. "Maybe that'll teach you to watch where you fall, Grace." With that she stalked off, with her bimbo clones following close behind her trail.

I got my books, again, and headed for 5th period, Biology. I had this class with the king of the school, Edward Cullen. He was gorgeous, I'd give him that. But is there anything behind those perfect auburn locks of his? I don't think so.

I walked into the classroom and took my assigned seat. I pulled out my biology notebook and started doodling on the cover while I waited for Mr. Banner to start class. I was in the middle of drawing a smile face when I heard a couple girls sigh. I looked up to see Edward walking to his assigned seat, which happened to be right next to..., me. Today he was wearing a red t-shirt, light-blue jacket, and some faded blue jeans. I rolled my eyes at the girls next to me and continued my doodle.

"Today class, we will be taking notes from our books…" Great! Now I don't have to make awkward conversation with him. I pulled my book out from my bag; out of the corner of my eye I could see him doing the same. The class was pretty quiet today, which made it easier to work.

I started writing, mitosis is…, and I thought I saw Edward looking at me. I looked up to ask him if he needed something but his head quickly went back to his book. Okay, take two. Mitosis is…, he's doing it again. I looked up, but his head was too quick. I sighed, aggravated, and went back to my work. I ignored him the rest of class, even though it was very difficult, because he continued to look at me.

Just as the bell rang, he was out of the door. I gathered my things and headed out of the class to go to gym, my favorite.I walked into the locker room and was met by my best- and only- friend, Alice Brandon. She was short and pixie-like in size. Her hair was black, short, and spiked in all directions in a fashionable way. She wasn't a loner like me though; she had friends, lots of them. That's why I always wonder why she's friends with me. She always tells me it, ''cause I love you so dang much!' and giggles.

"Bellsy-Wellsy!" "Alice." "Sorry." She looked down, with a sad look on her face. That's my over dramatic friend for you. "Ugh, come on, Alice." I pulled her over to our lockers. We changed quickly in to our gym outfits that were supposed to match. My 'Forks Spartans' shirt was baggy and ended a little above mid thy; My shorts went all the way down to my knee caps, as they were meant to be. Alice's on the other hand went way above her knee cap, because she rolled the elastic band over as much as she could, without it being uncomfortable. Her shirt showed a tiny bit of flesh from her stomach, and showed that she did have curves. "Bella, are you sure you don't want me to tuck your shirt like mine? Or roll the shorts up a bit?"

"Absolutely, sure." She rolled her eyes and we left for the gym.

Today was an easy day. All we had to do was sit-ups, push-ups etc. I didn't like it; I'm not an athletic person. But it was defiantly better than running or trying to hit a ball, I could hurt somebody with my clumsiness in those. When class was over we all went back to change. I talked with Alice a bit about going shopping, much to my displeasure. She told me that Jasper Whitlock, her current crush, had asked her out. I congratulated her and then we said our goodbyes.

I was almost to the front doors when I remembered I forgot my trig homework in my locker. I ran back to get it quickly, when I got back to the parking lot, there were only a few cars left. I started towards my red truck when I noticed a man's figure beside it. There was no car next to mine, so I knew he was there for me. I grabbed my pepper spray from my keychain that my dad, the police chief, had given me. I may be getting carried away, but I wanted to be on the safe side. I walked up to my truck and said, "Excuse me." The man turned around quickly at the sound of my voice. That's when I saw who it was, Edward Cullen.

"Umm, hey." He rubbed his hands through his hair like he was uncomfortable. He's not the only one.

"Hi."I stated. He just stood there, opening and closing his mouth, as if he was trying to think of what to say. "Is there something you needed…homework, notes?" Still nothing. "If you don't mind, I really need to get home."I started walking closer to my door when a hand stopped me.

"Actually, there is something I wanted to ask you." He still looked uncomfortable, running his hands through his hair.

"Yes?" I pushed.

"Would you go out with me this Saturday?" WHAT? No Way was Edward Cullen asking me out right now. I raised my eyebrows in shock, and sputtered a response.

"w-wh" he chuckled at my answer and a crooked smile appeared on his face. He was laughing at me.

"No." I watched his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise, as mine just did. Now it was his turn to be shocked.

"What? Why?" After he had gotten over the shock, he looked mad.

"I don't like you like that. I mean, you're an okay guy, I guess-"I lied.

"You guess?"

"Well, I mean…never mind." I was getting aggravated now; I opened my truck's door, got in, and quickly started the engine. I pulled out of the space I was in and looked in my rear-view mirror, Edward stood there, with his hands in his pockets with a very specific look on his face…could it be, rejection?

I got home in 11 minutes; Charlie's cruiser wasn't in the driveway – as usual – so I knew he wasn't home. I went in, dropped my bag next to the door, then went up to my room. I pulled out my collage funds box and counted up how much I had saved; three thousand, four hundred and seventy-three dollars.

That's all the money had saved in 3 and half years from baby-sitting, mowing lawns, and working at Newton's, working at the bookstore, and working at Thriftway. Not at the same time of course. I had been saving money for collage since I was a freshman, my dad wasn't the richest man in the world, and I don't like it when a lot of money is spent on me. So that was my genius plan, work for it. It was hard though, working and studying to keep my grade up. But I've done it, and now I have a 3.9. The only problem is, I'm a little short on the money, which means I'm going to have to pick up another job, other than my job at Newton's.

I must have been in my room for a while, because all of the sudden I heard Charlie come through the door. I rushed downstairs, tripping – but catching myself – twice. I saw my dad hanging up his gun and grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Hey, dad! I lost track of time, I'll start dinner now. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Bells. I'll be in the living room." As usual…

I looked through the cabinets and decided to make steak and potatoes. The meat was already thawed, so I took it out, marinated it and stuck it back in the fridge. I pulled the bag of potatoes out and cut them up, salt and peppered them, and stuck them in the broiler. After the steak was done marinating I pulled it out and cooked it. I put the food on two plates, making sure Charlie had the bigger portions, and told him dinner was ready.

"Looks good, Bells." "Thanks" We sat through dinner with comfortable silence. That was one of the best things about my dad; we could be comfortable without saying anything at all. When he was done I cleaned up and he went back to watch TV. After cleaning everything I told Charlie I was going to shower and then go to bed.

I grabbed everything I needed and showered quickly. I towel dried my hair and threw it into a messy bun. I looked in the mirror at myself; I was absolutely ordinary, plain Jane. I had plain brown hair that hung past my shoulders, boring brown eyes, and a pale heart shaped face. There was nothing about me that was extraordinary. Why would Edward Cullen ask me out? It had to be a joke right? He would ask, I'd say yes, and then all his friends would jump out of the bushes and laugh at me for thinking that he would have like me. That had to be it. Well to bad for him, I said no. I saved myself from humiliation.

"Night, Dad!" I called from the stairs. "Night"

I grabbed my book off of my desk and just as I was about to sit on my bed, the phone rang. Startled, I jumped and fell on the floor. I got up and picked the phone up off of the holder. "Hello." I said, trying my best not to sound irritated.

"Hi." That voice…it sounded too familiar.

"Who is this?"

"Oh, come on. You've already forgotten me?" The person on the other line attempted to be funny.

"Umm…apparently." I heard him sigh heavily. I really just wanted to know who this was that was calling me. "Look, do want Charlie or something? I can get him for you-"

"No, I called to talk to you, Bella." UGH! Who was this!

"Will you please tell me who you are, then?"

"Edward Cullen" I heard softly. Why would he be calling me? Maybe he knows that I figured him out and he wants to apologize.

"What do want?" I let out a huff of breath.

"I wanted to know if you'd reconsider your answer…about a date."

"What?"

"I just thought that, maybe, after you'd gotten over the shock that I asked you out-"did he really just say that?

"Excuse me? What are you trying to say?" I was mad now, and I'm sure you could tell by my tone of voice.

"Just that it's got to be shocking that I would ask you out!" his voice was defensive.

"ARG!" I hung up on him; maybe he would get the idea. I did not, in any way what-so-ever like him. Maybe he'd leave me alone now.

I was too upset to read now; I lay down on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Why would he call again, if his friends were hiding in the bushes before? Could he be serious about asking me out? Even if he was, he's still and A-hole - and my answer is and forever will be, no.

A/N: So, new story. I was about to go to sleep the other day, when I got this idea in my head, and now I finally had the time to write it down, so here it is. I don't know how long it will be, but I do have plans on what will happen. So, I want your thoughts on this story.

PS. I think I am going to be putting my first story on hold for now. I have know idea where I was going with it.

PS..again: I went to this thing for school today, and there was this girl sitting in front of me who was bashing Twilight, and Stephanie Meyer. *gasp* I mean, I knew those kind of people were out there. But I had never met one. I wanted to say something, but it was really rude what was in my head, and the teacher was right behind me. So I kept my mouth shut, but I haven't stopped talking about what I wanted to say to her to my family.