Love Without A Face

Prologue

I walked, my short black hair whipping in the wind, brown eyes seeing all the people staring at me. Girls; jealous of my slim figures. Guys; looking at me as if they'd seen an angel.

"Hey there beautiful," a random guy called to me.

"Um, hi?, I replied, confused.

"I got these tickets to a movie and was wondering if you'd come with me?" He asked.

"Uh... Sure, I don't see why not," I smiled.

"What movie?"

"Dunno." He grinned and and grabbed my hand.

"What are you doing?" I pulled my hand away, startled.

"This is a date, isn't it?" He seemed confused.

"But I don't date guys." I replied, pushing him away.

"So, you're a lesbian?" He was still dumbfound.

"I'm a freaking guy!" I basically yelled at him. He gave me a look of utter confusion and slight hurt, then quickly went away. I sank to my knees, willing myself not to cry. Why must I have been cursed to look like this!? I hated the way I looked, I always had.

"What's wrong?" Another guy, he had dark brown eyes and a medium frame.

"It's nothing..." I lied.

"You'll feel better if you tell me about it." He smiled.

"I don't need another guy bugging me." I snapped.

"Don't worry," he said, smiling, his eyes understanding. "I've got a girlfriend."

"Um... Do you think you could help me?" I said, sounding hesitant.

"What is it?" He asked kindly.

"If you have a girlfriend..." I began. "Then you must know what girls like, right?" I asked, feeling embarrassed.

He grinned. "To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what girls are into. I know they like me though." He nodded to some of the girls behind him, chuckling to himself. Who was this guy? A freaking model? The girls were practically gaping at him. He looks appeared pretty average, maybe he just had a good personality? He did seem like a nice person. I hesitated again. Then sighed, saying,

"Do you think could... Uh... Help me... Find - I mean, um, could you help me get a girlfriend?" My face went bright red, I couldn't believe I what I was doing, asking a complete stranger for romantic help

"Sure!" He beamed, sounding completely confident. "So you want a girlfriend?"

"Yes." I muttered, still blushing.

"So you're a lesbian?" He asked. There was a short silence, broken by a horrible sounding crunch as my hand collided with his jaw.

"I'm a god damned guy!" I yelled at him, feeling completely pissed off. I sighed, spinning on my heel and starting to walk off. How could he help if he didn't even know my gender?

"Wait!" He yelled. Catching up to me, he grabbed my arm. "Dude, I'm sorry. I had no idea." I saw the sad apology reflected in his eyes.

"Uh, sorry, it's just so - so infuriating..." I trailed off, but I had an odd feeling I could trust him.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine."

"Why are you being so kind to be?" I asked, taking him by surprise. "A complete stranger..."

"Well then, I guess we'll have to stop being strangers then." He smiled, holding out his hand to me. "I'm Zach."

"Nice to meet you." I returned the smile, shaking his hand. "I'm Calub."