But It's a Guy Shirt

Chapter 18: I Like You Too, France

A/N: pretty long chapter ahead. kinda juicy too 🌴

Now on with the story.

"Why are you crying?" I repeat.

"Why do you care?" Delilah shoots back.

I let out a sigh and take a seat beside her on my bed, realizing that I'm going to have to be the big sister and say some wise words. "I care because were family, deli meat. Now come on, tell me what's wrong."

She sits up and clutches one of her pillows tightly in her arms. "Charlie is-" she says, mumbling the rest of her sentence in a whole different language.

"Charlie is what?" I ask in confusion.

She covers her face with her hands and lets out a frustrated groan. "Charlie is dating the guy I like."

I raise my eyebrows in realization. "Oh my," I mumble.

She averts her eyes from mine and nods her head. "He asked her out right in front of me. I was literally only a few inches away," she tells the story. "And what I hate the most is that she said 'yes' without hesitation."

I tilt my head. "Does Charlie know you like this kid?"

Delilah's eyes lower, avoiding any eye contact. "No," she mumbles.

I roll my eyes. "There's the cause of the problem. She doesn't even know you like him, so she said 'yes'."

"Well what the hell am I supposed to do now?" She asks.

"You can apologize," I tell her. "Come on, I'll walk you to their house."

A laugh comes from my closet, and let out a sigh of defeat.

"Nice try, Ivy, but you're going to this party," Jade says, stepping out of my closet with clothes I can wear. "Here, try this first."

My door opens suddenly, revealing Paris. "I found my bag," she squeals happily, referring to her little bag full of make up.

Delilah rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh, wiping away her fake tears. "Well I tried, Ivy. At least give me 5 bucks for mentioning my best friend in this little stunt of yours."

I let out a tired groan and search through my drawers for a five dollar bill. "Here," I say, placing the money in her hand.

She gives me a smile before leaving me alone with my crazy friends.

"Ivy, honey, I know you love guy clothes and all, but that's literally all I found in there," Jade says, pointing toward my closet. "I'm surprised I actually found these."

She holds up a few of the slightly less boyish garments I own: a plain pink sweatshirt, an olive crop top, a denim jacket, and my ripped jeans.

"This bitch is definitely gonna be wearing the crop top," Paris says.

"B-but I'm fat," I say, trying to come up with an excuse. "I'll probably look really ugly in it."

Paris rolls her eyes and lifts up my shirt, revealing my bare skin underneath. "Girl, your stomach is flatter than Jade's chest."

"Bitch, I'm right here," Jade scoffs.

Paris glances at her. "Bitch, I know."

"Can I just wear the sweatshirt?" I ask sheepishly.

"In this weather?" Jade questions. "Hell no."

"She's right, Ivy," Paris says. "Come on, just do this for us."