She hated this. Hated being into the wrong kind of women all the time. Always the straight women.

You were initially a friend of a friend. But you fit well into the group, so you started hanging out with them every now and then. She always thought you were hot. But you were way too confused about your sexuality. In her eyes, you were painfully straight and playing with her heart unknowingly.

"Why does she look at me that way?" She exhaled the smoke of the cigarette into the cold autumn air of the New York street. Alex slid down the brick wall, crouching as she looked up from her phone. "Maybe she's bicurious or something." She told her with an optimistic look.

Bicurious. Bullshit. Bicurious women went around kissing girls and then marrying a guy and pretending like that phase of their life never existed. She didn't need that in her life. "She's an evil straight." She took another drag from the cigarette. "Acting so sweet with me. Hate that."