I check the small lightly decorated clock above the door.

He's late.

I've never been one for blind dates but with Angela's reassurance that it would all go fine, I couldn't refuse. She had told me all about him. Apparently, he's a publisher, very well known and intelligent, he enjoys writing in his free time and co-owns a club down town. Also, he's very handsome. And very lovely and easy to talk to. I have another sip of my coffee and take my time looking around the diner. It's not very big, but it's nice. Calm. And there's a faint hum of acoustic music playing smoothly in the background.

It reminds me of James. He was my roommate in college. He used to play a lot of acoustic guitars, he was pretty sweet and made the best coffee cake. He was a pretty funny guy too, and I got along very well with him. I also had a crush on him for a pretty long time. He just had this eyes I would melt into. And when he'd speak I'd lose myself in his voice. His hair was always this perfect shape that framed his face, and his girlfriend used to run her hands through it often making it messy which I really disliked.

Oh, that bitch.

She knew I liked him, it made her more handsy when I was around. God how I wanted to rip out the fake red hair of hers and her manicured nails.

I hated her with a fiery passion.

I place my coffee on the light oak table and tap the rim of the cup impatiently. I check the time again. He's still not here. He should be. My eyes stay glued to the clock, watching the hand tick by slowly. It's nearly fifteen minutes later the door below it opens.

In walks this woman.

She's beautiful.

Very petite with this smooth skin. Models would be jealous of her figure. She has short perky black hair and a glowing smile. She glances down at her phone then looks around. I wonder who she could be looking for. Whoever that is, is a very lucky person. Her eyes lock on mine eventually and she smiles and starts to walk over.

Wait, I look behind me at the other table seeing no one, I face her again she's still walking towards me, waving a mall dainty hand in my direction.

I wave mine back hesitantly, with what I'm sure is an accompanying awkward smile.

She reaches my table and she's even more stunning up close. My mouth gapes open as she smiles at me.

She has the most perfect little lips that part so beautifully as she grins. I stop staring at her mouth to look up into her eyes. They're the softest shade of brow a few shades lighter than her hair. Her eyelashes are so long and frame her eyes perfectly. Very long and thin, I don't even think she's wearing makeup. Her eyes are sparkling, and under this light, I highly doubt it's their fault their glowing so much. It seems natural for her eyes to look that way.

"You must be Bella?" She asks and sits down opposite me, dropping her handbag next to her and her phone on the table. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I got held up at work. I didn't mean to keep you waiting." Her voice is so velvety smooth, I don't even register the words spilling from her mouth. She grins at me and pulls her coat off. I'm still gaping as her coat hits the chair beside her and realise this with a slam of my lips closing.

"Uhm hello." I say my voice shakey, "Who are you?" I ask. The smile drops from her face and her eyes lose that beautiful light that I saw mere moments ago.

"I'm Alice." I still have no idea who she is. Have I met her before? She sees my confused look and decides to explain. "I'm your blind date." She's my what now? That conniving littl- I'm going to kill Angela. I'm going to kill her stone cold dead, she won't know what hit her and the police will never recover her body. "Didn't Angela tell you about me?" I feel a lump in my throat. She sounds so innocent all this but my eyes just see rage at the thought of my friend's betrayal. "Of course she didn't, otherwise you wouldn't be this surprised." She fills in for herself with a little huff, making a move to grab her phone.

I swallow the lump, hurting my throat.

"Uhm no she didn't." I stumble out of my mouth. I get up the off my seat. I nearly trip but brace my hands on the table and stop myself from falling over to the floor and making an idiot of myself. She looks shocked that I stood up so abruptly and jumps a little in her seat. "I've got to go." She opens her mouth just a little, her eyes full of sadness and shock. "I don't know what Angela told you, but I'm uh, I'm not gay. Or lesbian, I'm n-not into women." Her face goes cold, and she no longer looks like the happy woman I just met.

"Well I'll be sure to clarify that with Angela next time we talk."

"Uhm yeah. Well it was nice meeting you." I blush as I stumble out my words, barely managing to form my sentence. She smiles curtly and I feel her eyes on my back watching me run out of the diner. I'm sure I disturbed more than just Alice by my outburst and startling departure.

The diner door slams shut behind me but I ignore it and start a brisk jog to my apartment which is a few blocks away. I get annoyed with all the people and by the time I'm at my door I have no effort to unlock it and instead slam on until Angela opens the door. I'm out of breath and my chest is heaving, I'm seeing red and push straight passed Angela when she opens it. Looking like she just got out of bed.

"What the fuck were you thinking!" I yell at her hauling the fridge door open, grabbing a bottle of water. Hoping the icy cold liquid would subside my rage.

She laughs at me through a yawn and leans on the counter in the kitchen. "I was thinking my friend needed to get laid and needed someone to be with so fucking too right I was setting you up." I glower at her and nearly crush the bottle in my hands.

"She's a girl Ang. A fucking girl. I'm not gay." She snorts. "What?" I bark.

"So you say." What is she on about. I raise an eyebrow at her ridiculous assumption. "You've never had a boyfriend, you've never even mentioned a guy you're interested in. All I get from you are friends from work, and nothing interesting. You've never been on a date that I know of and all your past relationships I've heard of barely last more than a month." She barks back just as harsh but with a tinge of a smile in her voice.

What a bitch.

"And that gives you the right to set me up with her? With HER?!"

"She's sweet Bella. I thought you'd like her. And you're just Alice's type." I groan and gulp down my water. The soothing cool liquid does nothing to cool my temper like I'd hoped but it makes me breathe a little slower.

"How do you know that?" I enquire barely containing my outrage.

"She told me when I showed her this picture of you." She brings up the picture on her phone then dangles it in front of my face tauntingly.

"Oh fuck off. You did this for your own amusement." I finish the water and throw the bottle at her. It smacks the side of her head, leaving no mark but right now I wish it did.

I hear her sigh dramatically as I storm past and head off to my room. It's only down the hall, opposite Angela's. Her doors open. Her rooms so tidy compared to mine. I don't have the effort to clean it most of the time, and usually, I'm busy at work. "Didn't you like her?" She calls. I stop in my tracks and turn to face her, the carpet under my booted feet scruffing up. My hand's braced over the door handle to my room. It's a little worn and old but it works just fine.

"That's got nothing to do with this. I'm not gay." I state. She smirks. That devilish little smirk of her that she does when she thinks she's right.

"Get off your high horse and think. Did you like her? Think she was pretty?" I groan and proceed into my room, slamming the door.

"This isn't over Bella." I high school.

This is definitely over. I'm not going out with Alice ever again. I'm not into girls. Never have been and never will be.

Alice's innocent pixie-like face flashes in my mind. How her heart looked so broken when I said I wasn't into girls. Angela must have got her hopes so high for me. How dare she. She had no right. And to think I was into girls. What a ludicrous idea. I'm strictly straight. Definitely not gay in the slightest. Her smile pops into my head and I smile slightly. She looked so happy when she saw me, I almost feel bad about leaving, but I couldn't stay.

I couldn't lead her into something that could only end in disaster. We were never going to be together.

I glance down at my outfit.

Another thought occurs to me.

Do I look gay?

I see my blue and black H&M checkered shirt, Chanel black boots, black faded jeans and a studded belt I got from new look. I also had two cartilage ear piercings and black Dolce and Gabanna sunglasses on my head. My thick dark brown hair flows way past my shoulders and just about reaches the middle of my back. It's wavy and looks unbrushed most of the time but to be truthful I take great care of it.

Eh, probably.

Let me get one thing straight. I'm not against gay people, lesbian people, any of that but I'm just not one. I'm only into boys. Cute funny charming boys. Boys who smell good, and give you their coat when it's cold out, boys who are silly with you and take you out on surprise dates, boys who wrap you up in your arms and kiss you like you're the only person on the mind all day.

Just boys

I groan.

I really can't imagine me with anyone female.

I take the sunglasses off my head then pull my shirt and jeans off. Leaving me in my black lace underwear seat. I switch my nice going out clothes for grunge indoor clothes that consist of baggy shorts and a tank top that's a couple sizes too big for me. It's too hot to wear anything else. I fold my previous clothes and put them on my bed and slide my belt in a drawer and perch my glasses on a shelf above my T.V. I sit on my bed and run my hands through my hair.

I'm such a horrible person.

I should have just stayed and explained to her calmly I wasn't into women. Not scream it at her while leaving. Fuck. I probably embarrassed her. Not to mention I ruined whatever feelings she had for me and made them crash down around her. She looks so nice when I first saw her. And watching the smile slip off her face was horrible to watch. I still can't believe Angel did this. How she got her hopes up like that. I clench my fists, wincing when I pull my hair into a tight knot.

"Ow!" I let go and collapse on my bed in a stressed out bundle of hair and lose clothes. My iphone buzzes to life and I stretch my arm out, searching for it on my night stand. I fumble around, sliding my hands over my keys pens before finding it. I pluck it up in my hands and bring it up to my face. After a few seconds of fuzzy blurriness, it focuses. I have a text from an unknown number. I unlock my phone with ease and open it.

'I'm sorry about today. I didn't know. If I did I never would have come. I'm so sorry to drop you in that. You must have been so uncomfortable. I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you a coffee or something to make it up to you. If that doesn't sound good, just please accept my apology. It was nice to meet you.-Unknown'

Alice?

Did Angela give her my number? I really wish she would stop doing things like this. It's none of her business who I date, or who I don't. I can't respond to the message, the very sincere and apologetic message and jump out my bed and go straight to Angela. I find her in the living room, sat on the sofa, feet tucked under her butt, book in her hand and a glass of water in the other. Her brown eyes scan the pages through her thin framed glass.

"Did you seriously give her my number." She groans loudly and so overdramatically that it's almost laughable. She looks up from her book, placing it on the table.

"Well yeah." Urgh. "I thought you two could talk. Maybe spark something up." She looks happy like she doesn't feel bad in the slightest. She should feel bad. Very bad, She can't just mess with my life like that, or Alice's.

"Angela you're such an ass."

"I'm sorry okay. I really thought you would like her." I sigh and sit next to her on the sofa, I steal a few gulps of water from her glass and see her eyeing me from her place on the sofa. "So you really didn't like her?" I sigh and run my hand through her my hair, making it into a tangled mess. I take a deep breath. My anger dissipating slowly until there's nothing there.

"It's not that I didn't like her," I say eventually after some awkward silence. She smiles. "I'm not into women, and Alice clearly was. I look like I crushed the poor girl." Her smile turns into a frown.

"I'm sorry Bella. Bells. Bellsy Boo." I groan and smack her playfully on the side of her head with the book she was reading. "Okayyyy no more nicknames, but seriously Bells. Give her a chance. You could really like her." We're still on this?

New change of topic, please. I beg to whoever is up there.

"No Ang. I'm not going out with her again. It's like a dangling a piece of raw meat in front of a starving lion. You just don't do it." She laughs and raises an eyebrow at me.

"Whatever you say, but she was really excited about meeting you." Why me though? I'm nothing special. I'm just Bella Cullen. Your average small town girl, moved to the big city to pursue something more and experience life, ended up moving into some apartment with a good friend, and managing to do nothing but fail when she got there. Ended up being a teacher for primary school kids, all of which she cares for deeply and wants nothing but the best for.

"Why?" I ask.

"She thought you were cute, I told her a bit about you and thinks its really cool that you're a teacher. She thought you were smart by more things I told her and also I told her you were a great dancer." Shit, why did she have to mention that?

Yes, I may have taken a few dance lessons in high school, but not a lot stuck. Angela never believes me when I tell her that. She should. Depending on the dance I have might as well have two left feet. Slow dancing fine, speed it up to hip-hop or even the tango I can barely tell my left from right.

"Not the dance thing."

"Oh yes the dance thing. Now what do you want for dinner?" I shrug. "Okay. Well I've invited Eric and Mike round for later tonight. I thought it would be nice for company." She does once over of what I'm reading, giving it a critical eye. "Aren't you going to change?"

"No. They're friends. I'm sure they're not going to care. And it's probably going to be take out, nothing fancy." She nods.

"Fair point. I texted them while you were sulking in your room." I glare at her, she chuckles. "Said they'd be here around six."

Great I guess.

Time for a friendly gathering. It's a few hours later when they turn up, both bring booze and snacks. Mike laughs at what I'm wearing and sits on the floor in front of the coffee table. "You look like a hobo Bella. Whats up with that." I laugh and kick his back.

"Grow a pair." I retort. He smacks my foot away and chucks a handful of popcorn at me. Hitting me in the face and little crumbs end up caught in my hair. I glare at him playfully. He does the same and switches on the T.V. Putting some sports rubbish on and making himself at home. Eric sits next to Angela, he says hello politely and organizes his laptop and connects it to the T.V. Mike continues to flick through the channels, complaining loudly when Eric disconnects it and plugs in his laptop.

"Movie night girls. Horror movies. Who's with me?" Eric asks cheerfully, sliding through his library of films. He has such a wide collection I wouldn't be surprised if he said he had over fifteen hundred on that thing.

I can see Mike squirm. He's never been a fan of horror movies and gore. Back in high school me him and my friend Jake went to see this new horror film that came up. We ended up leaving early because he puked all over the bathroom. It was such a cheesy film, badly written but he still wimped out in the end. It was hilarious.

Speaking of Jake, he's like a brother to me now. I wish I saw him more but that's hard. He has a busy job. He works for the police back in Forks; my home town. I offered him a place out here when I first came out here but he decided not to. He wanted to stay close to home and to his family, granted my dad is probably helping him out a lot with his policing career, and other problems he's going through. My dad may be a softie at times but he's a tough nut to push over when someone needs a rock to lean on. And god knowsJake needs that right now.

My dad being the chief of police only helps him.

Charlie does a great job, he's sensible, loyal and he was made to be a police officer. It suits him and I can't picture him doing anything else, nothing else will be right. Speaking of my parents. My mums a fashion designer. She goes all over the country, helping with fashion shows and having very important people, or so she says. I haven't heard about her anyway. To be honest I think her job is going awfully and she's making it all up to make me jealous, a make me regret living with my dad instead of her.

You see when I was a teenager I had the option of living with my mum and her new boyfriend, where I had been most of the time, or going to live with my dad. I chose to go live with my dad. I was sick of my mum and her constant watch over me, she babied me, gave me curfews took control of who I was allowed to hang around with and what I did after school. Not only that but my home life was hell, her and her new boyfriend tended to flaunt their 'stuff' all over our house. Not to mention it was disgusting to the poor fourteen year old me. So when I was fourteen I moved to forks from Arizona, it was hard, I had friends and family in Arizona, and knew no one in Forks; But it wasn't very long before I settled in.

I started to make friends I really loved it there, it's just the place was so small and population was barely three thousand, so you got to know everyone pretty quick. So my opinions changed and I moved out here which took some guts let me tell you.

"So Bells, wrong turn or Legally blonde two." I snort and glare at Mike. Such a pussy.

"Wrong turn" I say defiantly and wink at Mike.

"I feel so betrayed." He says in faux sadness as he sobs to himself.

Ten minutes into wrong turn Mike is hiding behind a pillow. We mock him playfully and watch as this man drives his fancy car through a wooded forest and drives away from a traffic jam and soon runs into a group people, who nearly crash into him.

I spy Angela whos right next to Eric.

Not surprising. She has a major crush on the comic nerd. They look cute together. Maybe I should set them two up on a date and get my own back.

My phone buzzes again. From Alice. I open it and hide my surprise.

'I'm sorry.'

Hey guys, a repost of I'm not gay, review would be amazing, also I've fixed up a few little bits, I hope you've enjoyed. I'm going to be posting three chapters in a row no,, thank me later :)