Bad Rep
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“But what Vivian said is true. A bunch of the Pi Sigs were bitching about it last week. Talking about how Jordan came into their chapter meeting, saying he would pay his rent up until the end of the month and then he was out. Said something about moving in with Garrett. And that he would be withdrawing from the fraternity. It's caused quite an upset,” Gracie reported, bunching up her napkin and dropping it in her empty salad bowl.
He was dropping out of Pi Sig? I wasn't entirely surprised by that. He had been disenfranchised with the whole thing for a while. But still. It seemed kind of sudden.
I looked over my shoulder again and watched Jordan as he engaged in conversation with his soon to be ex-brothers. As if feeling my eyes on him, he looked up and met my gaze from across the room. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three.
Then he looked away.
That hurt. So damn much. Vivian and Gracie were looking at me knowingly but politely didn't comment. When it was time to leave, we unfortunately had to pass behind the Chi Delta and Pi Sig's table. So much for riding under the radar.
One minute I was walking with my tray, the next I was falling forward, my tray flying from my hands as I ended up sprawled out on the floor, my face having made painful contact with the hard linoleum. “Maysie!” Gracie gasped as she and Vivian helped me to my feet.
I heard riotous laughter and realized both the Pi Sig and Chi Delta tables were laughing their asses off. All of them, except for Jordan. His eyes simmered with heat but he was otherwise unreadable. I brushed off my pants and picked up my tray.
“Oops. You okay?” Milla asked, snickering. Stupid bitch had tripped me. Oh, that was it. I took a deep breath, the laughter ringing in my ears. Then I looked right at Milla.
“Oh, I'm just fine. Wish I could say the same for you,” I said sweetly.
Milla frowned, her lips screwed up in a hateful smirk. “And what is that supposed to mean? Is this more whore talk that the rest of us can't even begin to understand?” she mocked and the group laughed even louder.
I dropped my tray onto the Chi Delta table. Milla laughed again. “What are you going to do? Jump me like you did Olivia? Because sweetie, you'll find I fight back. To the death.” She dropped her voice, her eyes hard.
“I have no desire to fight you, Milla. In fact, I think leaving you alone is the best punishment there is.” Milla snorted and Olivia frowned. I leaned in over the table and smiled at the girl who had made it her mission to destroy me. I knew without a doubt that the rumors began and ended with her. She was the one who had those posters hung up all over campus. And her entire motivation was jealousy. She was really one of the saddest people I had ever met.
“God, it must be so exhausting pretending that you like her. That you're her friend.” I said quietly, never dropping my eyes from Milla's.
“What?” she scoffed, though her eyes darted sideways to Olivia, who was particularly quiet.
“I know you've been trying to get in Jordan's pants for years. And he has rejected you each and every time. I've also heard how you would go to all of his shows, going to Garrett's parties. Even going so far as to f**k every single one of his band mates, hoping he would pay you some attention. That you liked to call out his name while screwing their brains out. And you have the gall to call me a slut?” I asked in disbelief. Milla's jaw clenched and she started breathing heavily. Her neck flushed a bright red.
I leaned in closer, my comments for Milla and Milla alone. “But the problem with that Milla, is he never wanted you. After all of your efforts, he never looked your way. You've always hated Olivia for having the guy you've wanted for years. And then you hated me for the same reasons.” I saw Olivia pull in a sharp breath out of the corner of my eye but I didn't move my focus from Milla, who was fuming.
“No, bitch. I hate you because you are a backstabbing whore,” Milla spat out. I laughed. A real and true laugh.
“At least I don't pretend to be someone's best friend the entire time I'm scheming to steal their boyfriend. You are a sad and pathetic person. Starting false rumors about me and Jordan, hanging those posters all over campus. Doing whatever you could to get me booted from Chi Delta. And it worked. You got to me. I know you're proud about that.” Milla's chest puffed out.
“Damn straight I'm proud. You were a cancer. You needed to be taken out,” she sneered.
“Milla!” Olivia said sharply but Milla didn't hear her, her eyes glued to mine.
“But the thing is. None of that made a bit of difference because Jordan still doesn't want you. He will never want you. And that eats you up inside. Olivia is more popular. People love her. And Jordan loves me. She and I have everything you have always wanted. But Milla, people like you will never win. Because in order to win, you have to get something in the end. And you have nothing. No guy, no real friends, no self-respect. And I don't give a f**k if you like me. Or if the Chi Delts think I'm the biggest whore this side of the Appalachian Mountains. I am done worrying about what everyone thinks about me. Because all that counts is that I like me. So the rest of you can go to hell.” I straightened and picked up my tray. Damn, that felt good.
I was just about to make my grand exit when Jordan got to his feet. “Maysie, wait!” he called out, stopping me. Then he turned back to the table full of Pi Sigs and Chi Delts.
“The bunch of you make me sick. You've been torturing Maysie for months. Making her life miserable. And no one. Not a one of you did a thing to stop it. All because some stupid bitch filled your head with a bunch of lies,” Jordan said loudly.