My Only Exception (gxg)

Part 8

Corrine simply said back, "So hot."

If I'm so hot, why don't you ask me to hangout?

The bouncer let us into the club. It was a late 90's/early 2000's hip hop and R&B night, the DJ was playing "What's Luv" by Fat Joe and Ashanti.

"Oooh, I love this song!" Diego said, "I need to dance. A drink can wait."

It seemed as though everyone else had the same idea, as we all hit the dance floor. Carmen started to immediately grind against Laura, and I noticed Poppy back herself up against Sydney.

I don't dance. I've got two left feet, and I simply feel awkward when I dance.

Charlie and his wife, Kat, seemed to sense that I was a bit uncomfortable, because they came up to me and got me to move my body a bit to the beat.

"There you go, Delilah, you got it!" Charlie cheered.

Kat said, "I'm going to go get drinks for us. Charlie, I know what you want, Delilah, what can I grab you?"

"Nothing right now, thanks," I said to Kat.

When Kat walked away, Charlie asked me, "You don't drink, right?"

I nodded, "That's correct."

"Good for you," Charlie said, "Anyone can have plenty of fun without alcohol."

As the songs kept playing, and we all kept dancing, I started to feel a bit more comfortable.

However, I kept looking over at Poppy and Sydney, I almost couldn't help myself.

As the song "Cyclone" by Baby Bash and T-Pain blasted throughout the club, in between the flashes of the colorful strobe lights, I caught glimpses of how Poppy was moving her body against Sydney's.

Like an absolute pro.

I was hypnotized by the way her hips rolled against Sydney, who looked like she was having some trouble keeping up by the way her hands sloppily ran over Poppy's body.

She doesn't know how to handle all of that.

I would.

Jesus Christ, Delilah. What the fuck is wrong with you?

A moment later, Poppy caught my eye as I watched her, and she seemed to put on even more of a show with how she shook her ass and her hips, closing her eyes but then glancing at me one more time, almost as if to see if I was still looking.

And I was.

I swallowed hard as I watched her, as if no one else in the club was there except for her.

This is bad.

I was interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket, and it was a notification from Instagram.

Corrine.

I looked down at the message, and my eyes widened.

It said: No one is at my house tonight. After you get back from the club, you should come over.

Bet.

I waited about a half hour as I attempted to dance some more, until I asked Diego if we could leave. He seemed relieved when I asked him, and he confirmed that in the car.

"That was fun, but clubs make me so anxious," he said as he drove, "I'm looking forward to my bed, Netflix, and petting my dog."

"I completely relate," I said back.

I had been texting Emily updates about Corrine, and she was updating me about Evan, who she was still seeing. I texted her that Corrine asked me to come over, and she texted me back, "OMG are you going?"