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DELILAH LOVED parties, it was an excuse to dress up and show off once again. Tyler was her accessory like always, her arm wrapped around his own, hugged up to his side. Others stared, girls glaring and boys gawking. Like usual.
The Darling girl was no stranger to stares, in fact she bathed in them, luxuriously swam in envy and rose tinted looks. This night was no exception, in fact, there was a lot more eyeing of her due to the Yellowjacket's recent win at States.
It was amazing, Delilah couldn't stop smiling, her cheeks hurt from how long she had sent grins to people who complimented her and sly smirks to those who chose to sit silently and bask in their own jealousy.
Her teammates did not do this as much as she did, Jackie surprisingly did not brag about the Yellowjackets as much as a captain should've. It seemed for that season she had decided to stay modest. Delilah however, loved the showers of praise received from their victories.
She took advantage of the popularity and attention it gave her, who wouldn't?
Tyler seethed from beside her as his girlfriend chatted to the team of baseball players that he was friends with. It's not that he was jealous of Delilah's success, he wasn't, he was beyond proud. But it was difficult to listen to his own losses be repeated to him by others that want to boost the confidence of Delilah and her teams wins.
At that moment, his friends were attempting to cover their pathetic gawks down Delilah's hardly concealed chest area, and trying to conceal it with conversations. It wasn't working, Tyler saw the flitting of eyes going down there occasionally.
But it's not like he could say anything, they were boys, that's what they did. Plus, Tyler did that daily. Delilah was gorgeous, and had a perfect body, and it wasn't like she was ashamed to show it off. If it's there, why not look? She had it, she flaunted it, Tyler looked.
Not his fault Delilah liked to give him a sight.
"Babe, babe! Tyler!" A snap of Delilah's soft hands in front of his face cut the boy out of his inner thoughts. Tyler looked at Delilah, whose face was scrunched up in confusion.
"What's up?" He asked. Delilah shook her head, raising her eyebrows. "I don't know, why don't you tell me? You've been zoned out staring at my boobs for the past thirty seconds."
She sounded angry. Oh. Tyler blinked, raised his brows and bit his inner cheek. "I uh-" He paused, looking at Delilah. She pursed her lips and jerked her head to the side impatiently for his reply.
Tyler took a moment, before he smiled. He took a glance to his friends at the side, who had now begun talking between themselves, unaware of the couples conversation. He looked back down at Delilah, pulling her in with his hands around her waist and grinning smugly.
