Saying that I'm normal would be a lie. I mean for starters my name is Acacia Wolfe. I got the most of the animal references over with in elementary. I wanted to take my mothers last name for the longest but I decided against it. Wolves are quite fierce.

Anyway, I'm a gay, black teenage girl in the middle of a small town. Other than that I'm just a chill human. I never really imagined I would turn out to be one of the most normal person in my high school.

I'd seen the Cullens around a lot at school. They were quiet and reserved with other but so was I. Everybody judged them harshly and I'd come to their defense each time. My friends would joke that I had a thing for the Cullen girls all the time. That was halfway true.

For some freakish reason, I always seemed to lock eyes with Rosalie Hale. In class I'd turn around to talk to a friend and boom. Eye-fucking magic. It was like every time I turned around she was there to stare at me. Looking like model striking a pose.

My heart would pick up speed and I'd get all hot. I put it down to having social anxiety. Even though I was one of the most popular people in school. Delusions run deep in this one.

I watched her more often than most would deem healthy. Since I first saw her I had this instant attraction. It was like when we first laid eyes on each other, lightning struck me. I'd researched on the internet and found nothing of value.

I would notice the way she smiled at her family at lunch only to glare at any humans that came too close to their table. How she chewed on her lip while she wrote in class. She always seemed to wear white or green and her fingers always found her golden hair just to twist it.

I'd catch myself being jealous of Bella Swan, too. She was the new kid and yet she managed to get into their circle easily. She wasn't even that hot! I mean I would smash but still. I'm so much hotter. My fashion sense is out of this world!

It took months before I could get the courage to talk to the ice queen.

Months of the Cullens disappearing and then showing up like nothing happened even though Bella came back with a cast. I mean what the hell were they doing? I put my sudden chronic anxiety down to being stressed over school work. (Delusions again.)

One day in class, I convinced the teacher to let me sit beside her. As I walked over to her my legs were spaghetti noddles. For some reason I was worried about toppling over. Her stare was so fucking intense.

I sat down carefully as to not do anything stupid. I already felt stupid enough because of the glare piercing the side of my face. I suddenly became so damn aware of my entire body. I didn't know what to do with my hands. It wasn't like it mattered anyway but still!

Halfway through class and almost succumbing to a panic attack, I decided that you only live once. I might as well YOLO it and talk to the girl. I mean she isn't a goddess or anything right? She's human like me.

I decided on a note instead. Idiot.

Hi, I'm Acacia. Even though you know that already.

I scooted the note over to her discreetly, keeping my eyes forward. Mostly because I didn't want to see her read it. I felt like a middle schooler.

I was pleasantly surprised when she scooted the paper back over to me and it had more writing on it. I had to fight the urge to do a little dance.

Rosalie. What do you want?

A smile twitched at my thick lips but I smoothed it out immediately. I didn't want to look like a little kid that just got a lollipop. Even though that's exactly how I felt despite her coldness. I felt a sudden surge of courage.

If you aren't dating anyone, I wanted to know if you'd go on a date with me?

The courage was gone as quickly as it came. I placed my hand over the paper as she turned to look at me. Her perfect, pale face scrunched up in confusion at the action. I began to ball up the paper and her hand shot out to cover mine.

Two things shocked me at once. The coldness of her skin and the literal sparks that traveled up my arm. I stared at her and saw the same look of bewilderment in her eyes. She pulled the paper from my limp hand. My mind remained stuck on that feeling and the subsequent arousal it caused.

I watched her read over it cautiously. Her brows rose in surprise before she began to write a reply. I waited in fear but the bell saved the day for once. I shot up without even looking her. I didn't want to see her rejection on the paper. I'd probably frame it just to remember how incompetent I am.

At the end of the day, I'd managed to narrowly avoid Rosalie Hale. I had come close to being caught but inevitably I managed to run the other way. Looking like I was trying to escape a serial killer.

I walked to my car casually. Stopping to talk to my friends and laugh about frivolous shit that we'd forget the next day. When I finally turned to go to my car, there she was. Leaning on it like she owned the damn thing. I almost wanted to show her away. Almost.

"Nice car," she said nonchalantly. Her finger ran of the side of my door slowly. My mind instantly went to the gutter. Like always.

"Look, I apologize for being all weird in 3rd period. No neee to rub it in," I said, sighing. She just stood there with a smirk threatening to spread over her evilly attractive face.

"Here," she said, thrusting out her arm. In her hand was the note. I almost had a heart attack. My face blushed fiercely instead.

"I don't want it, blondie. I'd just keep it forever and mull over my greatest rejection," I said, moving to get in my car. Of course she was in the way. She didn't even shift her stance. She just raised an eyebrow at the nickname.

"Acacia, you're going to want to take this," she said quietly. The way she said my name evoked heart palpitations. That smirk suddenly morphed into a smile. An actual smile from the ice queen. I felt like the champ. I didn't even know what I'd done.

I reached out and grabbed the damn paper, avoiding skin contact. I opened it slowly and she finally moved out of the way. Only to put a hand on my arm. I could feel the cold through my leather jacket. Odd, but I wasn't thinking about that. She was touching the kid!

"Be safe," she murmured. Even though she was being utterly chaste, I somehow managed to heat up. She smirked like she knew somehow and walked away. I stared at her ass for a second. It took everything to look away.

I opened the note and braced myself for the feeling of rejection and regret. Not for pure fucking joy and feeling like the master of getting the womens.

One part of the note was scribbled out. I could barely make out a no and more excuses. That did hurt a little bit but the next words took that away.

The rumors about my brother and I (I know that's what you've heard) are untrue. I would love to go on a date with you and I want to apologize for being so cold. I don't let people in easily..it's about time though. You've been staring at me for a while...

I jumped up and down like a complete idiot. My fucking mind was blown. I actually pinched myself to make sure it was real. I felt like the man. Or the lesbian. You know what I mean dude.

"I'm a fucking badass," I whispered. The sound of a car stopping behind me caught my attention. I turned around with a shit eating grin. Rosalie and Emmett sat in his big ass jeep laughing at me.

"It's about to rain. You might want to get home," Rosalie called out. I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. Emmett laughed louder. "Call me when you get home."

"I don't have your number," I said in confusion. She smiled and pointed to my car. I looked over and saw a flash card sticking out of my door. How had I not noticed that before.

They drove away quickly, leaving me basking in my own awesomeness and glee. I had to think of the best first date for this amazing woman.