21 - Uncomfortable Spaces

~Gemma~

Sammie dragged my ass to a local dive bar. Yes. I fought hard. Yes. I allowed her to win because true friends supported each other. After hastily revealing her crush on the bartender, she thanked my loyalty by promptly dumping me. Yeah. I ended up playing the damn third wheel.

She failed to warn me I overdressed for the occasion. My tidy dress, clean hair and nails clashed against the gritty backdrop. Her attire of black jeans and flitted leather jacket didn’t alert me to the potential dangers. Sammie’s outfit screamed Sammie, not grungy dive attire.

The scent of the atmosphere smelled a little dark and broody. Not my scene. I sat alone in the corner like the freaking reject. I know we don’t like to talk about it. But there is always that awkward friend in the group. Hello! It's me, awkward. I hoped to never repeat this experiment.

From a safe distance, I studied this mysterious side of her. She flirted and giggled while twirling a piece of hair around her finger. Sammie’