“Meet me at Chipotle,” he says, shaking his head. “12:00. Don’t be late.”
He turns, leaving.
Chipotle?
Some things never change. I don’t have to ask him which one because there’s only one in town. Besides, it was his favorite place to eat in high school. I probably still remember his exact order.
He walks away before I can say anything else, and almost instantly, the people mulling about turn back to whatever they were doing before the interruption occurred.
“Well?” Dax seems excited, almost anxious.
“What did he want?” Fiona quizzes me.
Belinda looks a little worried, but I just shrug.
“He, um...we’re going to lunch tomorrow,” I blurt out. There. I said it. I made plans with a guy outside of the club. It’s the first time I’ve met up with a guy one-on-one outside of the club. I make it a point not to date anyone.
Ever.
I don’t want to get too attached because to me, getting too attached is the best way to get hurt.
Everyone leaves you, one way or another. Some people break your heart and others just go off and die when you least expect it.
“You?” Belinda asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Lunch?” Fiona asks, equally surprised.
“With a guy?” Dax seems the most shocked out of everyone.
“Dax, I like guys.” He seems surprised.
“I thought you were a lesbian,” he
says, shaking his head. “Are you not a lesbian?”
“I mean,” I blush. Here it goes. “I’m bisexual. I like girls, yeah, but I also like guys.”
“Sexually?”
“Yes!” I slap his shoulder playfully. “And I don’t remember quizzing you on your sexuality,” I point out.
“That’s because I’m blissfully gay and ya’ll know it,” he laughs.
Fiona and Belinda are both very quiet.
“Ladies?”
“We thought you were gay, too,” they say quietly.
“Because I don’t take guys home from the club?”
“Well, yeah,” Fiona says. “I mean, we all kind of figured that you must have a long-term girlfriend or something. Either that, or you had something else going on. Maybe you’re an ace. I don’t know.”
“Ace means asexual,” Belinda whispers to Dax.
“I know what it means,” he says drily. “Believe it or not, it’s not my first time at a sex club.”
“So if you’re not a lesbian, then why don’t you take any of the guys home that you play with?” Fiona asks.