We caught up with the girls and then piled into Ty’s SUV to head over to some club. It was a newer one, Nate had never even been there, and he was usually the first in line to check them out.
I blocked out their conversation, smiling over at Blaire who kept grinning at me occasionally. Dinner had gone okay, I guess. She definitely wasn’t as flirty as she was the other night, which was a good thing, but she and Emily kept talking about double dates that we could all go on together. I felt guilty for continuing to sit there, agreeing with whatever they were talking about, when really, I just wanted to get the hell out of there and go find Della. I had even parked my car at the club we were going to because I was planning on ending things with Blaire as soon as Ty was ready to go for the night. I figured that way things would be less uncomfortable.
“Justin, we’re here.” I felt a hand land on my leg, and I glanced up to see Blaire giving me a confused look.
“Um…yeah, sorry, lost in thought. Let’s go.” She slipped her hand in mine as we walked across the road to wait in the line that was starting to form. Luckily, we were fairly early so we didn’t have to wait too long. Sometimes these lines could go on for hours.
We followed Ty and Emily who were leading the way to a back table that was on the opposite side as the main entrance. Ty and I went up to the bar to get drinks, leaving the girls at the table, which probably wasn’t a good idea. They were most likely gossiping the whole time.
I turned around, watching the crowd as we waited for our drinks. “So, you still planning on ending things with Blaire tonight?” Ty asked, resting his elbow beside me. I nodded my head in response and he snorted. “You’re a dumbass. She’s so into you, and you couldn’t give two shits. Are you really sure about this Della chick? What if she turns your ass down, and then you’ve lost out on a chance with Blaire?”
“I’m not taking no for an answer from Della. Simple as that.”
“Oh, shit. That’s your plan? Really? Well, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. You’re so damn full of yourself.”
The bartender set our drinks down behind us and I grabbed Blaire’s and mine before heading toward the table, but froze in place when my eyes landed on Mia. She waved wildly at me, and I groaned as she stepped in my direction. That wasn’t even the worst part. Della was here. Fuck my life. How could this possibly be happening? I really knew how to keep screwing things up, over and over. I should’ve just ended things with Blaire right away. Now, things with Della were going to be ruined, once again. She would see me here with a girl, probably assuming it was the girl that I told her I was dating, and know that I was still with her. And that would probably make her think that the day in the gym meant nothing to me, which was the farthest from the truth, though I could understand why she would assume that.
Mia stopped before completely coming over to me, motioning with her hands toward Della, who was dancing with Zoey and Callie and hadn’t spotted me yet. “Sexy, right?” Mia mouthed to me, pointing at Della. I couldn’t help but nod my head in agreement. Her hair was pulled up, revealing the smooth skin of her neck. The dress she wore clung to every curve of her body, and I noticed it showed off my favorite asset of hers very well when she turned toward Zoey and bent over just a little. Her legs went on for miles, given the shoes she was wearing, and though I couldn’t see her eyes very well, they looked a little glassy. Clearly, she was drunk. Fuck me. I wanted to go out there, drag her against my body, and beat the shit out of every guy that was currently staring at her. All at the same time. Mia wiggled her fingers at me before heading back toward the girls, and I shook my head, following Ty who was already halfway back to our table.
I had no fucking clue how Mia knew where I was. I hadn’t told her on purpose last night because I was worried she would do exactly this. This was definitely not a coincidence, and I couldn’t tell if she was doing it to piss Della off or what. It seemed like she was actually trying to get Della to avoid glancing my way.
Our table was on the opposite side of the club as theirs, so I guess that was a good thing.
Blaire asked me a few times if I wanted to dance after I sat back down with our drinks, but I told her I didn’t dance. One, because I didn’t want to run into Della, and two, dancing could be highly erotic. If I were going to dance with any one person tonight, it would be Della. Luckily, Della was sticking close by Callie, Zoey, and Mia, because if any guys came along, I would have to go out there.