AN: No copyright infringement intended. Everything Twilight belongs rightfully to Stephanie Meyer. This story is also inspired by the Italian novel 'Scusa ma ti chiamo amore' by Federico Moccia. It is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction and I hope you like it ! Please let me know what you think, I would love some feedback. Thank you for reading,

Update : The wonderful TinaMarie6624 has helped me to rewrite the story. She's beta'd this chapter. If you haven't read her work yet, she's written some brilliant fanfictions based on Pride and Prejudice (who doesn't love some Mr Darcy?). Go check that out!

Ghighi

Chapter 1

The Accident

BPOV

"What are you planning on wearing today?" Alice's overly cheerful voice chirped annoyingly through the phone. I checked the time and the illuminated dial on my clock read 6:15. Jeez, I groaned inwardly, how can it be possible that she's really that clueless. Doesn't she understand that for all of us humans it was way too early to have to wake up and discuss clothes. In fact half past never would be my favorite time to talk about fashion.

I don't know why I'm complaining because it's really my fault; I should have known because it was the first day back to school that obviously Alice would require extra time to tell me what I should wear. As a matter of principle all I wanted to do was throw on a sweater and my favorite pair of jeans and be done with it but try telling that to Alice.

Due to a sleep induced coma, I actually answered truthfully, "Umm.. I don't know Alice, I'm not even awake yet so I hadn't given it much thought." I yawned as my eyelids lowered involuntarily and my head began to sink back towards the pillow. I really wished she would let me go back to sleep for a few more minutes, just a few more minutes of uninterrupted bliss.

I felt myself slipping back into sleep when a voice like nails on a chalkboard startled me awake, "Bella Swan, don't you dare fall asleep on me, I'll never forgive you."

"I'm awake." I lied but not very convincingly.

"Come on Bella," Alice's whine reverberated through the phone, "you know that today is the first day of our senior year!" I grinned because I could almost visualize Alice stomping her foot in irritation. "It's supposed to be the best year of our life and I'm not going to let you blow this for me." A low chuckle escaped from me and Alice changed tactics as her voice became pleading, "We need to get you started with a bang so you have to make the right impression with your outfit. Besides, everyone knows that you're my best friend and it will reflect badly on my reputation if you're not dressed properly." I rolled my eyes as Alice finished her argument, "If you make a great first impression, it'll set the tone for the rest of the school year."

I felt frustration flood my body and I hit my pillow in annoyance as I drug out each word in exaggeration to make my point, "I know, Alice." I took a deep breath, "But all these people already know me and it's not like I'm new at school or anything." I smiled to myself as an idea struck me, "Besides, I can just wear the outfit we just bought when you dragged me shopping last Saturday." I groaned as I remembered the horror, "Remember the ten hour marathon shopping extravaganza that turned nightmare as you nearly crippled me for life."

I heard Alice sigh loudly at the other end of the line, "Bella Swan, it wasn't that bad but you are such a drama queen." Then she giggled in that chirpy way that made me want to rip my ears from my head, "You know I went easy of you last time." There was a slight pause before I heard her squeal, "I'm such a genius; you can just wear that cute dress…"

My heart plunged into my stomach, Oh no she wouldn't, she couldn't make me wear that, "Please no Alice, anything but that." I began to panic, "I can't wear a dress on the first day of school because that's not me." I found myself pleading with her, "Talk about something that screams 'look at me, I'm trying way too hard'." Alice was stubborn and I could feel that I was going to lose this argument but I had one more bullet in my arsenal, "Not to mention that it's difficult to wear a dress when I drive my scooter and you don't want me to flash the goods and join the ranks of Paris, Lindsay and Britney do you?" I finished with a sly smile.

This time I could actually hear Alice stomp her foot and she growled at me, "Why do you make everything so difficult for me?" I smiled when I heard the frustration in her voice and I knew I was going to win this argument. "Fine, wear those cutoff shorts, the dark washed out denim ones." I idly wondered if she was thinking so hard that her brain was actually smoking from her ears, "You can add that purple 80's off the shoulder shirt; you know the one with the white writing and put a tank top under it." Alice's instructions came fast and furious, "To show you that I'm nicer than you give me credit for being, I'll even let you wear your white chucks. I want you to show off those nice sexy legs of yours."

"Breathe, Alice, nice slow deep breaths before you pass out from lack of oxygen." Alice had just proved that she could talk faster and more than anyone else without taking a breath. With a sigh, I finally gave in and agreed, "Okay, Alice I've got it, shorts and purple shirt, now I have to go or I'm going to be late." I looked at the clock again, "Damn, I haven't even taken my shower yet."

"But…" Alice protested, "I haven't even told you about the rest of your look yet." Wow, I think she even took a breath that time, "Curl your hair with that curler I bought you and don't forget when you do your make-up add…"

My emotional stability was being tested and I had to finish this conversation, "Bye, Alice I'll see you at school." I hung up the phone quickly because Alice was like one of those horrible telephone solicitors so I couldn't let her take a breath and start talking again or she would keep me on the phone for another fifteen minutes. I hurried from my room toward the bathroom, I wasn't looking where I was going and just to prove what a klutz I am, I caught my pinky toe on the corner of the door and it hurt like a son of a bitch. "Damn." Why couldn't I have inherited the graceful gene?

"Shit! Shit!" I grabbed a hold of my foot as I hopped around like a freaking idiot. I finally managed to get to my bed without killing myself and sat down on the end. How the hell can such a small, almost useless little appendage hurt like the devil? Okay, so they are supposed to be the most important toe for balance but as I have no balance, what the hell good did that shit do me anyway?

Charlie popped his head into my room, "Hey, Bells are you okay?" He covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to hide the twitching of his lips into a smirk. By now, Charlie was resigned to the fact that I couldn't walk on flat surfaces without tripping over my own feet but I did not appreciate his amusement at my obvious pain.

"Sure, Dad everything's just peachy." My voice was sarcastic as a rolled my eyes at him. I was this close to sticking my tongue out at him before deciding that was a bit childish for a high school senior. I sat for a moment in disgust as my toe throbbed in pain, damn stubbed toe. For once in my life I would just like walking to come easy for me.

"Today's the big day." Charlie looked down at me, "First day of your senior year." I was surprised to see the emotion in his eyes, "You are growing up so fast, Kiddo." I put my head in my hands, Oh no, please don't tell me he was getting sentimental on me, "I remember when you just turned two," He motioned with his hand to his knees, "You were only about this tall."

I had to get the hell out here, "Dad, sorry but now is not the time to reminisce about the good ole days." I pointedly looked at the clock in a bout of theatrics, "If I don't get my shower right now I'm going to be late on my first day of school." Charlie looked startled as I made a dash for the door and he sidestepped before I could knock us both to the floor.

"Teenagers…" I heard him mumble under his breath but I couldn't stop or I'd get sucked into the sentimental zone. I heard Charlie close my door before his footsteps moved past the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, I ran out of the front door. I was dressed properly in the correct outfit and had my hair curled as well as my make-up done. The corner of my mouth turned up at the thought, Alice will be so proud.

I had grabbed a pop tart on the way out the door and took a bite while I turned on my scooter. I loved riding in the morning, riding was relaxing and it helped me to unwind. Sure my scooter was a little out of place in a school where most of the students had big cars and trucks but I could care less what everyone else thought.

I remembered with affection the summer I fell in love with the Vespa. I was twelve and it was one of Renee's last minute crazy trips and those are always the most fun. Everyone who was riding Vespa's in Rome looked so happy and carefree. I guess I just wanted to experience that kind of joy too so I was determined to someday have one of my own.

I loved riding my scooter in the summer because there was a fresh breeze when I drove around the streets of Forks. It has its drawbacks and I have to admit that riding my scooter wasn't so much fun when winter came around, not to mention that it was dangerous on ice. I had smile at that thought because I was also dangerous on ice, to myself and everyone else around me.

Charlie had put his foot down about me riding the Vespa in the winter and so come November I am subjected to driving the old red truck he had bought from his friend Billy Black who lives in La Push. I'm not saying that I don't like the truck because it was special even if it was a bit on the rusty side but it was no Vespa and I always missed the feel of the wind caressing my face.

As my thoughts were turned inward, I didn't see the jeep across the street until it was too late. The driver must have run the red light because suddenly I he was headed right for me. The only thing I had time to think was Shit! Shit! I hit the brakes and I could hear the screeching of tires as I saw the hood of the jeep coming towards me. I completely freaked out as I tried to remember all the lessons Charlie had taught me. Fuck that is way too close! I tried to brace myself for the impact but shit I hope this wasn't going to hurt too much.

Next thing I knew was that I could actually feel the heat from the engine coming through the hood. I felt the impact of the jeep with the side of my scooter and I lost balance so that the scooter fell on its side. The impact with the pavement knocked the wind out of me and I felt dizzy. I laid there for a few seconds or had it been minutes? I was just laying there until I was able to catch my breath and to regulate my heart beat.

"Are you alright?" The velvety voice made my heart flutter and beat faster.

The beautiful voice got closer and I could feel his hot breath on my face, "Oh no! Are you okay?" I heard the fabric of his pants scrape against the pavement as he lowered himself to his knees, "Damn, this is all my fault, I was distracted and glanced at my phone for just a second as I looked at her text messages" His voice sounded pained, "I didn't even see you." I opened my eyes just a bit and saw him run his hand through his hair in a nervous gesture, "I ran the red light and I didn't see you until it was too late to stop in time."

I squeezed my eyes shut tight while I groaned in pain as the voice kept rambling and it made my head hurt. With my eyes still closed, I raised my hand up toward the sound of the voice.

"Shhh… not so loud," My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears, "You're giving me a headache"

The velvety smooth voice sounded slightly panicked, "Tell me are you injured." I heard him adjust his position, "Can you open your eyes for me, please." He pleaded as he put his hand on my shoulder and shook me.

"Don't you know anything about basic first aid, you're not supposed to mishandle or move an accident victim and I'm sure that shaking me would be considered mishandling." I tried to keep the smirk off my face as I finished, "Especially since I'm lying on the ground with a good possibility of being seriously hurt."

"Oh… Uhm…" He stammered as if his frazzled brain sought a good explanation.

I brought my hand up as a shade while I opened my eyes and the sight of his worried face hovering over mine was overwhelming. My breath caught in my throat as I was met with the most intense green eyes I had ever seen. My eyes scanned his face until I fell upon his hair and wondered idly whether it was red or brown? I couldn't be sure at this point but it looked so amazing that I just wanted to run my hands through his hair. I couldn't help but stare because of his 'just had the most incredible sex of my life hair'. I had to stop myself from plunging my hands into his glorious head of hair.

When I was finally able to tear my eyes away from his face and hair, I continued my inspection of him. He was dressed in a suit but he had removed the jacket when he came to help me. He was tall and well built with defined muscles and a taunt stomach that I could see through the fabric of his shirt. He must work out a lot because he was incredibly hot! Damn where did that come from? Jeez I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

I tried to regroup and regain my presence of mind as I lifted my eyes back to his. He was older than me, I would guess that he was maybe in his early thirties. I didn't realize that I had been ogling him for so long and I cringed as I wondered if my tongue was actually hanging out. He flashed me a deliciously crooked smile and I was so dazzled that all I could think about was that he was damn cute.

"Are you alright, do you feel dizzy?" He asked with concern, "Do you need some help?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine if you could just help me up." My answer came more irritable than I intended but I hated that I had been caught staring and I couldn't hide my displeasure in the tone of my voice.

"Sure," The gorgeous man chuckled as he leaned down and offered me his hand which I took with less than good humor.

The moment that his hand touched mine, I felt an electric current shot through my body. Now that was weird and my forehead creased as I wondered what could have caused that reaction. I tilted my head and sought his eyes to see if he had noticed. A blush rushed into my cheeks as I realized that he was too busy with his appraisal of my body to have given much thought to the electric reaction of my body to his. I watched as his eyes slid appreciatively over my legs and I sent a silent thanks to Alice for my outfit as I turned slightly away from him and bent down with the pretext of inspecting my scooter.

I could feel his eyes on me as I turned my head to find his eyes of my ass. He tore his eyes away as he caught me looking at him and I was once again shocked by the intensity in this man's eyes. There was laughter in the air and my lips twisted into a smirk as he lifted his head and shuffled from foot to foot in nervous agitation. He knew that he had been caught checking me out and he looked incredibly embarrassed and uncomfortable.

I couldn't keep the humor out my eyes and the smile off my face so I arched my eyebrow mischievously as I asked him, "Do you see something you like?"

He jerked his head back as if I had bit him and he mumbled, "Well, I… uhm… I think that you have a few scratches on you calves and your… uhm… thighs."

I couldn't let that blatant lie go and I was impertinent with a sly smile on my lips, "The last time I checked this," I ran my fingers slowly over the cheek of my ass, "wasn't my calf or my thigh."

His eyes widened with shock at my words and he just motioned to my legs. I followed the direction of his hands as I saw what he was talking about. Damn, I hadn't even thought about the possibility of injuries.

I sighed when I saw that the cuts weren't too deep and there was no visible blood. I shuddered to think about how embarrassing it would be if I were to faint from the smell of my own blood.

I shook my head and waved my hand dismissively, "Oh, that's nothing; I've had worse just walking out of my bedroom in the morning."

His eyes glazed over momentarily and I was mortified that I had furnished him with the image of me in my bedroom.

I watched as he stiffened and his entire demeanor changed as all of the sudden he was all business. "We're going to have to come to a settlement regarding this accident," He pulled out his wallet and took out a business card, "Obviously, I'm mostly at fault because I ran a red light and was distracted." He handed me the card as he said, "I'm Edward Cullen." There was a sheepish smile on his face, "It's nice to meet you."

I reached toward him take his extended hand and I was surprised when I felt the jolt of electricity travel throughout my body again. Edward smirked as he felt the current too and he took note of my reaction. I couldn't take my eyes off him, my god, Edward Cullen is definitely gorgeous.

I smiled with adoring eyes, "I'm Isabella Swan but you can call me Bella." I reached up, wiped the corner of my mouth and hoped I really wasn't openly drooling.

"Okay Bella," I felt a shiver as he said my name with his velvety soft voice, "So just how old are you?" He asked curiously before I saw him bite his lip as he realized what he had asked so he tried to cover up the slip of the tongue, "How long have you been driving." I saw an almost imperceptible shift in his eyes and I saw that a wall had gone up, "I need the information for the insurance company; wait let me get the forms that we need to sign." His eyes widened, "Shit, what time is it?" He looked down at his watch and I saw that is was a nice expensive platinum watch. He must have a high paying job and was obviously well off. My curiosity was getting the better of me as I wondered what he was doing here in Forks.

"Oh great, I'm late for work and I have an early morning meeting." Edward complained as he ran his hands through his hair.

I looked at my watch, shit it's already 7:45 and school was going to start in 15 minutes. I could not even imagine what Alice was going to do to me if I was late on my first day of senior year.

I was not at all happy, "I'm late too and you don't hear me complaining." I reminded him irritably, "Besides this is your fault because if you hadn't been so distracted and ran into me than neither of us would be in this position."

"I didn't run into you on purpose," He tried valiantly to defend himself from my statement, "things have just been…" He looked down at me and anger seemed to flare in the depth of his eyes, "But you must have been distracted too because you also had time to avoid my car or hit your brakes but you didn't." There was disgust in his voice, "You were probably talking on your cell phone or texting. You see accidents all the time that are caused by teenagers on their phones." He mumbled the last part under his breath.

I just looked at him with open mouthed disbelief, this man was so infuriating. HE runs into ME and now has the nerve to blame me for the accident, now this guy was majorly pissing me off.

"Listen here, buddy, don't you dare blame me by giving me the whole 'teenagers' bullshit." I glared at him with anger in my eyes, "This is your fault and now I'm late because of you." While I was screaming at him with frustration, all of my anger suddenly evaporated as I thought of something. Damn, if Charlie found out about my accident through the insurance company, he probably won't let me drive my darlin' Vespa anymore. I could already hear him complaining about how dangerous it was and how I could've hurt…bla, bla, bla.

So I had to think quickly and figure out a way to get out of this and I smiled when I had the most perfect idea.

Edward Cullen was just looking at me with his head cocked to the side in apprehension as if he was waiting for the next explosion to occur.

"Listen here," I laid out my plan, "I have an idea." I saw him look at his watch again, "I don't want to be any later for school than I already am and I don't want to waste any more time with filling out and signing those forms."

"But," He tried to interrupt me.

I stomped my foot in irritation, this guy is so damn aggravating and I inwardly growled before I took in his appearance with appreciation, this man looked too damn handsome in his dark grey suit. He has loosened his light blue tie and I could see some chest hair peeking out. God, yes this man was a Greek god, there was no doubt about it.

I shook my head and cleared my mind as I hissed, "No interruptions," I narrowed my eyes and glared at him as he started to open his mouth again, "You don't want to be late for your meeting and as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I don't want to be late either."

I had hoped that I could intimidate him but when I gave him the evil eye, he just smirked and winked at me. The man didn't really wink at me did he, how irritating can one man get.

When I was assured that he wasn't going to say anything else, I continued, "You probably don't want to pay loads of money for your insurance deductable or the premium." I decided that the truth would set me free so I admitted, "I don't want my father to find out about this little accident or he will probably forbid me to drive my sweet, sweet ride."

He looked like he was going to argue with me but he saw the determined look in my eyes and decided to relent, "Okay but it'll probably cost me more to get it fixed if I don't go through the insurance company," He seemed to be having some sort of internal argument with himself, "It's for things like this that I pay insurance every month." He glanced at his watch again impatiently.

"Just wait, I have more and that's why I told you not to interrupt because I wasn't done." I grinned and raised my eyebrows, "You see I have a friend from La Push who is a mechanic. Jake will be able to repair the damage to your car and my Vespa and it won't cause us near as much money." I lowered my eyes as I tried to gain his sympathy, "As your car has nearly decimated my poor little Vespa." My eyes lowered to what was left of my beloved light blue Vespa. The front wheel was completely mangled and just hanging off the axle. I sighed, this was a complete disaster.

Edward seemed slightly hesitant but he finally agreed, "It's against my better judgment but I'll agree to take my car to your mechanic."

I heaved a sigh of relief, "Here, let me give you my number so that you can contact me and I'll give you the name and number of my mechanic." I glanced at the watch. Damn it was getting late. "In the meantime, I'm late for school and since my transportation has been thoroughly damaged, you clearly owe me a ride so let's go." Edward Cullen was startled by my pronouncement and watched as I moved my Vespa quickly to the side of the road, I'd call Jake and tell him to come and pick it up. I walked to the passenger side of Edward's car.

As I got my hand on the door handle, I heard his panicked voice, "Wait, what do you think you're doing?" He shook his head, "I don't even know where you school is. What if it's at the other end of town?"

I couldn't believe my ears, "Really, you're in Forks, even if it was on the other side of town, how far could that be." I rolled my eyes as my anger grew and my voice got louder, "Besides, you nearly killed me, so you owe me." I was enraged by this point and wanted to take it out on him and I was instantly gratified when I saw how guilty he looked.

He recovered quickly as he raised his voice, "This can't be anything new for you. You youngsters probably have illegal street races every weekend! No doubt you're used to this kind of thing." He looked me in the eye as I hoped into the jeep, "Besides, I didn't nearly kill you," He said sarcastically, "So there's no need to be overly dramatic." As he accepted defeat, he stepped into the driver's seat, pulled his seatbelt on and started the car. "Put your seatbelt on or we're not going anywhere."

I openly mocked him as I answered, "Ohhh… okay gramps, youngsters, really." I laughed, "Forks is not exactly the fast and the furious, nothing exciting ever happens here." He glared at me intently so I pulled on me seatbelt. I wiggled as I adjusted the seat and felt the nice leather interior before I looked around the car and noticed how meticulously neat it looked. I glanced at the gorgeous man next to me and thought that he was probably an obsessive compulsive neat freak.

I made myself comfortable and propped my feet on the dashboard and started changing the channels on the radio so that I could find one I liked. "My school isn't very far; you just go straight from here." I pointed in the direction I wanted him to go, "When you're about to pass Old Betty's Diner, you just turn left and continue straight for a while."

When I glanced over at him, he looked irritated, "It's pretty isolated, so I'll just tell you when to turn."

His brows were furrowed in contemplation as he mocked, "Well that was so clear that I won't be asking you for directions anytime soon."

"Isn't that sweet, you're planning on seeing me again so soon." He didn't know who he was playing this game with and when I surreptitiously gazed at him through my lowered lashes, I saw that he was actually blushing. I was triumphant in my victory because I knew I had gotten him.

He tried to cover up for the slip, "Well, we'll have to stay in contact until after our vehicles have been fixed." He was clearly uncomfortable and I chuckled lightly as I scooted lower in the seat and raised my feet until they were touching the windshield.

He turned to look at me with an annoyed expression, "Please get you feet down; I don't want to have to replace the dashboard as well."

I giggled, "You are such an oldie." I teased unmercifully, "Fine so tell me do I call you Gramps or Edward?"

I think that I might need to check my hearing but I could have sworn that he growled at me before he answered through clenched teeth, "It's Edward."

"So Gramps," I wanted to have a little fun with him, "What do you do for a living? Are you retired?"

"I'm an ad designer." He shot a withering glare in my direction, "And no I'm not retired."

"Really, isn't ad work kind of boring?" I asked dismissively, hoping to irritate him.

"Not for me, I love what I do." He was lost in thought for a moment, "Why would I work as an ad designer if it bored me."

"Hey don't look at me, I was just curious." I shrugged my shoulders, "So what do you do with your free time?" The devilish side of my personality decided to surface, "Lemme guess," I stroked my chin to look as if I was thinking about it, "Golf, you look like the type who plays golf in his free time."

Edward caught onto my playful banter and replied, "So what do those who play golf in their free time look like?" He smiled at me and I nearly melted in my seat, "Enlighten me please."

I struck my thoughtful pose, "Well, they look tightly wound and kinda stuck up." I was getting into this and kept going, "They play more to get to know clients, as in your case, than actually to have fun." I rolled my eyes, "But then who would play golf for fun. Yuck, I hate it." I almost missed the road, "Oh turn left here, we're nearly there."

He pulled up to the high school and said, "Right, okay. Well, Bella it was nice to meet you even though we didn't meet under the best of circumstances." He fidgeted nervously, "I have to get to work so have a great day."

I just laughed, "So eager to get rid of me." I saw his cell phone, "Wait, give me your phone and I'll program my number." As he held up the phone, I grabbed it and inserted my name under Bella and rang my phone. "We're all set; I've got you number too." I grinned over at him with a wink at my double entendre, "I'll text you the address of my mechanic." I couldn't help but take one last jibe, "Now you drive safely and try not to run over some other poor unsuspecting girl that might distract you with their legs and other attributes." I shut the door and made a run for it before he could reply. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw that I had hit the target when I saw him blushing through the rearview mirror.

Yep, he is really handsome even when he was in a foul mood. I couldn't wait to have some more fun with him and make no mistake; I would be calling him very soon. My good mood evaporated for a moment as I thought, I sure hope that Jake can repair the damage to my poor Vespa.

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