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Well, actually beginning of story! I'll leave you to read.

So here it is…the second legit chapter of Unintended! Enjoy!

"Maybe surrounded by a million people I still feel all alone, let me go home,"

-"Home"

Michael Buble

Bella P.O.V.

I was nervous, full-out clammy hands nervous. Butterflies thudded in my stomach, and it was because I was afraid of who my roommate was.

What if they're a freak? What if I'm stuck with someone who smells? Oh God, they'll probably hate me.

I stumbled over to the room assignments table and got my information. I grabbed a campus map and I meandered my way through the crowded campus. It was insane, people were hugging their parents goodbye, some were on their phones, and some were just walking around lost, like myself. I wrestled with my suitcase, bag and cardboard box as I climbed the few steps to my dorm. I watched helplessly as my rolling suitcase toppled over and fell down the few steps, landing with a loud thud on the cement.

"Of course," I spat as I stared at my pathetic suitcase lying on the ground. I balanced the box on the railing, while trying not to let my duffel slide off my shoulder. I attempted to stoop down and get my suitcase up. My cell phone rang and vibrated in my back pocket.

"Maybe surrounded by, a million people I still feel all alone, I just wanna go home oh, I miss you, you know and I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you each one a line or two 'I'm fine baby, how are you?' well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough my words were cold and flat and you deserve more than that…"

God, college was already hard and I wasn't even moved in yet. If I couldn't manage to carry all my stuff up a few stairs and answer my phone, I was doomed.

This was going to be one difficult year.

"Would you like some help with that?" a smooth, velvety voice asked. Of course Mr. Sexyhelper would totally come to my rescue as my butt was vibrating and singing Michael Buble.

It was either Charlie or Jacob calling, they had their "Home" ringtone. Because, well…it was home. They were home to me. It just made sense.

I looked up and couldn't help but stare. I watched his perfectly-formed lips as they twisted into a tiny half smile, it was crooked and it gave me butterflies. My voice was lost, my brain's functions were lost.

What was two plus two again? Six?

I tried not to stare, but honestly I just couldn't get enough. I drank his features in like I was in the desert, suffering from dehydration. This guy had a face so perfect, it was hard to even form a coherent thought. His face was hard and defined, just like a model straight out of an Abercrombie and Fitch Ad. He just had the look about him. He screamed "sex". If you weren't drawn in by his looks alone, the eyes would get you. I was completely enveloped by his eyes, his damn green eyes. They were so bright and exciting, and still enticing at the same time. He looked like he owned the universe. He had a sexy, confident air about him, like he could have any piece of ass he demanded. His long sleeved shirt was pushed up to his forearms, exposing the smooth, chiseled muscles that his forearms held. Hell, if that's what only his forearms had….damn. I was fucked. And his hair was like a porno. No, his hair was just straight up sex, it was bronze sex piled on top of his head. It was like he cared, but he still didn't give a crap about what anyone thought. I only dreamed of an amazing self-confidence like his. I wanted to look away, but I just could not find the strength right now.

I felt my lips part, completely gaping at him and I speedily snapped my mouth shut.

"Uh, yeah," I uttered, "I could use some help."

"Clearly," he stated, chuckling at my failure.

He grabbed my heavy suitcase and lifted over his shoulder effortlessly.

I scoffed, "Of course."

My ass began singing again, and vibrating. I let the damn thing go.

"Michael Buble?" he questioned.

Yet again, my ass began singing. I wanted to slam my phone on the ground and watch it break into a million pieces for interrupting my time with Mr. Sexyhelper.

"Yes. Don't make fun of me like Jacob does, he hates it," I added.

I felt like it was sensory overload. I tried to carry on a conversation while my phone was blaring Michael Buble tunes.

Shit, shit, shit. I just had to mention Jacob. Stupid no-filter.

"I wasn't going to. Michael is amazing,"

I smiled in a deep agreement, "He is."

My ass began singing, yet again.

"I could um, get that for you." Mr. Sexyhelper offered.

I thought about that for a second. That would mean Mr. Sexyhelper would have to touch my ass, or at least grace my ass with his hand's presence. That was probably as close to my ass his hand will ever be. I'm game.

"That would be great," I smiled, hoisting the boxes in my arms so I could get a better grip.

I felt my phone leave my back pocket, and was sourly surprised when I didn't feel his hand touch my butt. Damn.

"Hello?" he answered, "Uh, no…this is not Bella. This is Edward…"

And that was all I needed to hear. His name was Edward. Sexy Edward! The name was perfect for him.

Edward.

He looked like an Edward.

An Edward.

An Edward, an Edward, an Edward.

His mannerisms were so proper, and he was so clean cut. He just had that old-fashioned look to him. Like he was from another time.

He was just like an Edward, because he was an Edward.

Hearing my name come out of his mouth sounded so refreshing. It was like my name was a normal word in his vocabulary. It just rolled off his tongue, beautifully. I just wasn't expecting it. It was almost like I was wearing a name tag, and he decided to say my name. It caught me off guard, but when I really thought about it, there was no way he wouldn't learn my name.

"Here, it's Jacob," Edward chuckled, handing me my cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Bells, what the hell was that?" Jacob cried.

"I just got here, Jake this is a really bad time right now, I'm trying to get up the steps with my stuff…"

"Oh, is Edward helping you?"

"Um, yes as a matter of fact, he is!" I told him rather coldly.

"Bella…" he growled protectively.

"Jacob. I'm fine. Tell Charlie I am too, I have to go into my room and unpack everything."

"Alright Bells, take care of yourself."

"I will, Jacob. I love you," I added.

"I love you too, Bells."

I snapped my phone shut before slipping it into my jeans again.

I looked up at Edward, his eyes reeling me in like some sort of spell. It was sickening to me. How could he manipulate me like he controlled me? I barely knew him, dammit! His eyes were doing that sparkling, perfect thing again. I averted my gaze elsewhere, awkwardly waiting for our conversation to pick back up.

"So…Bella?" he asked, "What room are you in?"

I glanced up, surprised we had made it to the hallway already, "I'm right…here." I said, pausing and glancing up at the numbers. 1901.

Edward twisted his lips up into a smile that made my bones a little too spongy for my liking, "I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other than I originally thought."

I gave him a questioning look, pleading him with my eyes to continue.

"Looks like we're roommates," he said, rocking back on his feet.

"What?" I spat, "I signed up for an all-girls dorm, not coed. And I'm sharing with you?"

Already, I wasn't getting what I wanted out of college. I wanted an all-girls dorm, not some stupid coed dorm with beer pong being played on my bed.

"No, we have other roommates," he assured as his lips twitched into a crooked smile.

Oh god, those lips…

God, Bella, get a grip. Whatever happened to Jacob?

So now I don't have to worry about one person not liking me, but more than one.

Fan-flippin-tastic.

He opened the door and I walked in. felt like a meal by the way they stared at me…I just stared. No hellos, no 'nice to meet yous'. Nothing. Just a stare down with the people I guess I was living with

"Hi, Bella!" a short girl with black spiky hair greeted me. She waved her hand frantically in greeting before she grabbed my suitcase from my grip.

How she knew my name, I will never know.

"Er…hi…everyone," I stuttered.

"I'm Alice Cullen!" she exclaimed cheerfully. Her face was smiling so wide, so happily it almost made me nauseous, "We're going to be great friends!"

Then she leaned in to hug me, which I had to say, I couldn't possibly return. I was too loaded down with my bag. It would've been an awkward and

"Hey there, Belllllla!" boomed a really tall and bulky dark-haired guy. He reminded me of a bouncer, or a bear or a football player. He just had that bulky, burly look about him. He could handle anything that got in his way, I'm sure of it, "Ich bin Emmett!"

"And that freak who just yelled at you, is Emmett," Alice giggled, "He looks like he could throw you across the country, but he's harmless, I swear!" she said, holding her hand up as though she was taking an oath, "Right, big brother?"

"I'm majoring in Deutsch." Emmett boomed, "That's German in case you non-Germans didn't know."

"We know," the entire room told him.

My mouth formed into a small "O".

"And that sourpuss over there," she motioned to the tall blonde sulking at the table, "Is Rosalie Hale. No, she's not on her period all the time. That's just the way she is."

Rosalie's features were flawless. Never have I ever seen someone who could possibly be so Barbie, but so bitch. Her bright blue eyes sparked at the mention of her name, and not in a good way. Her golden hair hung down past her shoulders and was clipped back. She was another fashion-forward person, it was just something I could tell. She just looked like the type who knew how good she looked, and she probably used it to her advantage.

"Fuck you," Rosalie spat, flipping Alice the bird, "You're only tolerable in your sleep. When it's best to strangle you!"

"Girls…" Edward groaned.

On the other hand, maybe she was just as bitter as Alice warned.

Alice returned the same gesture with a smile, and about five times more energy than needed.

"Jasper, come reign in your girlfriend," Emmett boomed.

"Oh, Jasper!" she sang happily, "I have our new roommate here!"

I saw a man with blonde hair come out from a door. He was wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and a plain white cotton tee. He had an acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder, resting on his back. Light stubble adorned his face, and he had a laid back look about him, like nothing could make him uneasy, not even the awkward atmosphere in this room.

He had this amused smirk on his face that made me smile and seemed to automatically put me at ease.

"Pleased to meetcha, Bella," he said, his Southern accent slipping slightly.

"I'm Jasper Hale, darlin'," he paused to quickly duck his head, "My girl, Alice, here can be a handful. If you're gonna put up with her, she's a little insane."

"Jasper, you watch what you say about me!" Alice chirped as she smacked Jasper on the arm.

Her eyes met his and she planted a kiss on his cheek.

They were like the cliché artsy couple, always so into each other. They were so oblivious, yet so obvious to each other. It was pretty hysterical. Jasper stood at least a foot higher than his darling girlfriend, who probably held more energy than all of us put together.

I was just standing there, existing, avoiding the daggers Rosalie was shooting me with her eyes.

"Babe, lighten up! It's college! Party time!" Emmett boomed as he rested his hand on Rosalie's shoulder. "Remember all the fun we had last year? All those times we got caught sneaking out of each other's dorm rooms in the middle of the night. Thank god for coed dorms!"

Emmett glanced over at Edward with a smile, "That my dear brother, was the best idea you ever had," he added right before giving Rosalie's ass a quick smack causing quick playful yelp from her.

"Don't make me regret my decision, Em," Edward spat.

No, I take that back, Rosalie and Emmett were the cliché couple. Teenage hormones at their finest. They were like the bitchy cheerleader and the quarterback. The high school sweethearts every person hated, but secretly wished they were. They were the epitome of the "it" couple.

I watched in amusement as Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"And there's our Eddie-poo! Always making a play at the ladies…not!" Emmett chuckled, cracking himself up, "I see you've met our Bella-bear!"

"Yes, I have," he smirked, nodding in my direction.

Well, at least he knew I existed.

"Alice and Eddie, here, are twins along with Rose and Jasper. How cute, right? They probably feel each other's pain and shit. Have that weird freaky twin mind power thing going on. Bella-bear, we gotta stick together. We're on our own here, we never had anyone to co-womb with. We can be womb-mates and roommates!" He said in the most serious, sincerest tone as he draped his arm around my shoulder pulling me close to his body. I'm sure I looked like a dwarf compared to Emmett's large stature.

I laughed, "Yes, Emmett. We have to keep an alliance."

He nodded in understanding, "You're alright, Bella-bear. You need a kick ass nickname though. How about, Iz, or Izzy? I'm sure no one calls you that!"

"Oh God, Emmett…what the hell are you supposed to do with a German major?" Rosalie asked, massaging her temples.

He shrugged, "I can be one of those flight attendants for the German airlines. You know the one's that make you feel like you're in Germany before the plane even takes off."

"Well, Bella, now that you've become acquainted with your roommates, let's get you settled, huh?" Alice asked, rolling my suitcase through an open door.

Before I knew it I was organized, in color order, unpacked and apparently "in desperate need of a shopping trip".

I had a feeling Alice enjoyed shopping way more than the average human being. Her third of our closet was packed to the max with all sorts of colors, textures, lengths and materials. There was not a single place to put anything else. It was full. Honestly, I was frightened. She had enough shoes to go across the United States, with designers I could only imagine getting sticker-shock from.

Me, I was perfectly content with my lovely little pile of clothing. It suited my slow-paced and easygoing lifestyle. I wasn't high-maintenance. At all.

I flopped down on my bed. I was dead tired, and I could only imagine what the entire few months here would bring. I'm sure I would be okay.

I had to say, Jasper seemed to be the most low key of the bunch, and Edward. Except, Edward seemed to be more reserved than Jasper. Alice…well…she was in her own world. As long as she didn't bug me too much, I'm sure she's tolerable. I was scared to death of Rosalie. I think I may not sleep as much as I originally thought. I guess I'm going to stay far, far away from her.

I thought about my roommates, and Jake, and how he already hated Edward's guts. But we're just friends. Edward will never be more than that. That's what Jake is for. He's my boyfriend. I've been with him forever. It's always been Jake and Bella, Bella and Jake. Ever since we were little, we shared everything, we grew up together. Hell, we probably know each other better than ourselves. He's my everything. We've spent every holiday together, every birthday, every vacation, every milestone in my life I've spent with Jacob. We are all each other know. I couldn't figure out if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

My phone buzzed, which caught me off guard. I stared at the clock on my nightstand which read 9:00.

Of course he would never forget.

"Hello?" I said, flipping open my phone.

"Hey, Bells," Jacob said on the other line.

"Hey, Jake, how is it back home?"

"You know, same old stuff. Nothing new," he sighed.

He missed me. I knew it. Truth was, I missed him too, more than I ever thought. I imagined his arms around my body, his lips on mine, and I wished to be back home.

"How's Charlie?" I asked, curious as to how my father was coping with my absence.

"He misses you Bells, he looks lost without you, it's like he just walks in circles aimlessly, and he'll run to get the phone when it rings, he's always looking out windows like he's waiting for you to pull up or something. It's only been a day."

I felt terrible for leaving Charlie, we were all each other had as far as family goes, and I'm sure he missed my dinners. I just hoped he wasn't going to worry too much.

"Jacob, how are you holding up?"

"Eh, you know. I expect to see you in the kitchen, or in your room reading when I come over. It hasn't hit me that you're gone. God, Bella, just talking about you not being here is getting me."

"Aw, Jake! C'mon, I'm fine here!" I told him.

"I know that, how are the roommates?" Jacob asked.

I thought back to the fact that they weren't what I expected at all. I couldn't just tell Jacob about living with Edward, what was I, crazy?

"They're good. They seem nice so far. I'm sure it will just take some getting used to."

"Yeah, Bells, I'm sure it will. You can do it, you're a smart girl."

"I'm going to go, Jake, I have some last-minute things to unpack," I lied, trying to get him off the phone.

"Alright Bells, take care now. I love you," he said.

"I love you too, Jacob. Keep Charlie busy, he'll probably worry himself to death," I chuckled.

"Don't worry, Bella. I won't let you down. Remember, I'm just a phone call away."

"I know," I sighed, "Goodnight, Jacob."

"Goodnight, Bella."

And with that, I ended the call and got ready to go to bed. It had been a long day, and a really emotional one at that.

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