My Only Exception (gxg)

Part 8

I hate messaging with girls for days, or even weeks on end.

I was still talking to Corrine over Instagram, pretty much every day. However, neither of us had made the move to hangout.

You're such a pussy, Delilah. Why don't you just ask her to hangout?

I did, however, have plans to go out for Laura's birthday, which was December 13th. She wanted as many of us from work as possible to go to a gay club in Philly with her.

I don't like clubs, and I don't like bars. But I like Laura, and I also didn't want to be the only one from work not going.

The night before Laura's birthday was a Saturday, so we all decided to go then.

Diego suggested that he drive the two of us, as we both aren't the biggest fan of clubs, and we could leave early if we wanted to.

That night, I got dressed in a more revealing outfit than I usually would. Though I have a slim frame, I tend to wear baggier clothing. Tonight, however, I put on a short, form fitting black dress that I owned. I knew I would be cold in it, but I didn't really care. I paired it with a pair of black lace up boots.

When I walked downstairs, my mom said, "Where are you going? You look cute, but you're going to be freezing!"

"Out to a club in Philly for my co-workers birthday. I'll manage."

My mom's brow furrowed, "Are you sure you'll be okay? I know clubs get you anxious."

"I think I'll be fine. I'll leave early if I'm not."

"Alright, sweetie," my mom nodded, not sounding entirely convinced, "I'm going out to the bars tonight with a friend. I may still be out by the time you get back."

"Alright," I said, "Have fun, but don't drink too much and drive."

"I'll tell you the same."

How many fucking times do I have to say I don't drink?

Tonight, it wasn't worth it.

When I walked out to Diego's car, he said, "Delilah, you look great!"

Though Diego is a straight man, both him and Charlie are the only straight people that work at the shop, I knew he was saying it purely as a kind compliment.

"Thanks," I smiled at Diego, "So do you."

It was true. Diego wore a green t-shirt that brought out his deep green eyes and light brown skin, and a pair of jeans.

He drove us down to Philly, and we had to pay $20 to park in a lot right by the club.

"I'll pay," I said, "You drove the 50 minutes, it's the least I can do."

Laura texted me that the rest of them were outside of the club, and Diego and I met them at the front.

I hated that my eyes lingered to none other than Poppy first.

And at the same time, I looked at her, she looked at me.

Poppy wore a tiny jean miniskirt and a tight, cropped black long sleeved shirt, showing off her tiny waist. Her black hair was long, flowing, and straight.

If only she wasn't attractive...

Poppy was standing next to Sydney, who wore a Sunflower yellow knit crop that looked stunning against her deep skin tone and a pair of boyfriend jeans.

I had sent Corrine a mirror photo of what I was wearing, and as I was looking at Poppy, I got a notification for a message on Instagram. I broke eye contact and looked down at my phone.