Bad Rep
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He asked me out and he had a girlfriend! One of my sisters to be precise and now he was avoiding me?! Lyla brought me another Jack and Coke and I drank half of it in one gulp. Gracie looked at me with a frown. “You alright?” she whispered. I gave her a weak smile and nodded.
“Fine, just tired.” I could hear my words starting to slur together and my head felt fuzzy from the alcohol.
I wanted to get out of there. But as I continued to drink and continued to get more wasted, I found that I wanted to confront Jordan f**king Levitt and set him straight. How dare he make look like a fool?
The bar was heaving and after awhile, Vivian and Milla joined a group of Kappa Taus at a table near the back. Gracie sat with me while I threw back drink after drink. “Girl, you'd better take it easy. You're going to feel like shit in the morning.”
“Yeah, yea,.” I replied, finishing my fourth drink. “I've gotta pee. I'll be back,” I said, getting to my now very wobbly feet.
“Do you need help?” Gracie asked, laughing as I braced against the bar to steady myself.
“Nah. I got this,” I hiccuped and headed to the bathroom. After finishing up, I left the bathroom and found myself face to face with none other than Jordan f**king Levitt himself.
“Hey. I think we need to talk,” he said, his face unreadable. Damn if I didn't still want to stick my tongue down his throat. He was too yummy for his own good. And that pissed me off even more. I tried to move around him and he grabbed my arm. “Maysie. Please, just hear me out,” he pleaded, but I yanked my arm away, almost falling over in the process.
“Get your hands off of me,” I bit out. Jordan ran his hands over his face in frustration.
“I had no idea you were a Chi Delta,” he said. I rolled my eyes.
“Makes it a little inconvenient I guess,” I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.
I hated how hurt I felt. But I had really started to like him. And now he was hands off. Life sucked. “Inconvenient? What are you talking about?” Jordan asked, frowning. I barked out a laugh.
“You know, the fact that I'm in the same sorority as your girlfriend. Makes it hard to tap my ass,” I spat out hatefully.
Jordan flinched at my words. “Shit, Maysie. That's not at all what I was trying to do.” I felt like I was swaying on my feet and had to lean back against the wall so I wouldn't fall over. That would just be perfect. You know, make more of a jerk of myself.
“Then what were you trying to do Jordan? Because you asked me out. When you had a girlfriend. That's skeevy,” I said coldly. Jordan sighed.
“I would have told you about Olivia.” I snorted. Like I believed that. Jordan glared at me. “Will you just stop it already. I'm telling you the truth. Yeah, Olivia and I have been together for a while. But I feel drawn to you...”
“Drawn to my tits and ass, I'm sure,” I scoffed crudely. Jordan smirked and that annoyed me even more.
“Well, you do have mighty fine tits and ass, Mays.” I drew myself upright.
“You do not get to talk about my body in any way shape or form,” I hissed.
Jordan's smirk dropped and he looked contrite. “I'm sorry. Really.” I huffed and looked away from him. This conversation was over as far as I was concerned. I really wanted to knee him in the balls, but I held myself back.
“Maysie. Listen. I really like you. Of course I'm insanely attracted to you. I mean, look at you.” His eyes roved over my body in a way that made me throb between my legs. Stupid vagina! “But, I also like talking to you. I wasn't really thinking about Olivia when I asked you out. I was only thinking that there was this beautiful, amazing girl that I wanted to get to know better. And look, things with Olivia have been strained for a while. I mean she's off partying in North Carolina all summer...”
Okay, that was it. I didn't want to talk about his relationship with my sorority sister. I wanted to get the hell out of there. I put my hand up to stop him. “Just shut up, alright. I don't care what your reasons were for asking me out. All I know is that you have a girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend, but the president of my freaking sorority. And right now, what I think is that you're some two timing douche bag who wants to get a piece of something on the side while his girlfriend is away. And I have no interest in being that girl.” I pushed off of the wall and walked around him.
I heard him let out frustrated breath. “You're not just a piece of anything. Don't ever think that. I really like you, Maysie,” he said softly, stopping me in my tracks. Damned if I didn't want to believe him. Damned if I didn't still want to turn around and launch myself into his arms. But I had more pride than that.
“Whatever,” I threw back at him and walked away. I should have felt good for putting him in his place. But I didn't. I felt horrible.
Chapter Four
I woke up the next morning with a horrible taste in my mouth and my head feeling like it had been run over by a Mack truck. I groaned and rolled over in my bed, startling when I touched a hard body lying next to me. I sat up, the blanket falling to my waist and gasped at the fact that I was naked.
Then it all came flooding back to me. Jordan. Jordan asking me out. Finding out Jordan was dating Olivia too-perfect-to-be-real Peer. I had gotten completely tanked and taken a cab back to the apartment. Then around three in the morning there had been a knock at my door.
Eli had shown up, completely stoned. Of course I had let him in. I was drunk, I was depressed over the whole Jordan fiasco. And more importantly I was extremely horny. So I had allowed him to maul my body with his hands while he trailed slobbery kisses across my face and neck. I tried not to imagine that it was Jordan as Eli took my clothes off and proceeded to give me some of the most awkward o**l s*x of my life.
“Fine, just tired.” I could hear my words starting to slur together and my head felt fuzzy from the alcohol.
I wanted to get out of there. But as I continued to drink and continued to get more wasted, I found that I wanted to confront Jordan f**king Levitt and set him straight. How dare he make look like a fool?
The bar was heaving and after awhile, Vivian and Milla joined a group of Kappa Taus at a table near the back. Gracie sat with me while I threw back drink after drink. “Girl, you'd better take it easy. You're going to feel like shit in the morning.”
“Yeah, yea,.” I replied, finishing my fourth drink. “I've gotta pee. I'll be back,” I said, getting to my now very wobbly feet.
“Do you need help?” Gracie asked, laughing as I braced against the bar to steady myself.
“Nah. I got this,” I hiccuped and headed to the bathroom. After finishing up, I left the bathroom and found myself face to face with none other than Jordan f**king Levitt himself.
“Hey. I think we need to talk,” he said, his face unreadable. Damn if I didn't still want to stick my tongue down his throat. He was too yummy for his own good. And that pissed me off even more. I tried to move around him and he grabbed my arm. “Maysie. Please, just hear me out,” he pleaded, but I yanked my arm away, almost falling over in the process.
“Get your hands off of me,” I bit out. Jordan ran his hands over his face in frustration.
“I had no idea you were a Chi Delta,” he said. I rolled my eyes.
“Makes it a little inconvenient I guess,” I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.
I hated how hurt I felt. But I had really started to like him. And now he was hands off. Life sucked. “Inconvenient? What are you talking about?” Jordan asked, frowning. I barked out a laugh.
“You know, the fact that I'm in the same sorority as your girlfriend. Makes it hard to tap my ass,” I spat out hatefully.
Jordan flinched at my words. “Shit, Maysie. That's not at all what I was trying to do.” I felt like I was swaying on my feet and had to lean back against the wall so I wouldn't fall over. That would just be perfect. You know, make more of a jerk of myself.
“Then what were you trying to do Jordan? Because you asked me out. When you had a girlfriend. That's skeevy,” I said coldly. Jordan sighed.
“I would have told you about Olivia.” I snorted. Like I believed that. Jordan glared at me. “Will you just stop it already. I'm telling you the truth. Yeah, Olivia and I have been together for a while. But I feel drawn to you...”
“Drawn to my tits and ass, I'm sure,” I scoffed crudely. Jordan smirked and that annoyed me even more.
“Well, you do have mighty fine tits and ass, Mays.” I drew myself upright.
“You do not get to talk about my body in any way shape or form,” I hissed.
Jordan's smirk dropped and he looked contrite. “I'm sorry. Really.” I huffed and looked away from him. This conversation was over as far as I was concerned. I really wanted to knee him in the balls, but I held myself back.
“Maysie. Listen. I really like you. Of course I'm insanely attracted to you. I mean, look at you.” His eyes roved over my body in a way that made me throb between my legs. Stupid vagina! “But, I also like talking to you. I wasn't really thinking about Olivia when I asked you out. I was only thinking that there was this beautiful, amazing girl that I wanted to get to know better. And look, things with Olivia have been strained for a while. I mean she's off partying in North Carolina all summer...”
Okay, that was it. I didn't want to talk about his relationship with my sorority sister. I wanted to get the hell out of there. I put my hand up to stop him. “Just shut up, alright. I don't care what your reasons were for asking me out. All I know is that you have a girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend, but the president of my freaking sorority. And right now, what I think is that you're some two timing douche bag who wants to get a piece of something on the side while his girlfriend is away. And I have no interest in being that girl.” I pushed off of the wall and walked around him.
I heard him let out frustrated breath. “You're not just a piece of anything. Don't ever think that. I really like you, Maysie,” he said softly, stopping me in my tracks. Damned if I didn't want to believe him. Damned if I didn't still want to turn around and launch myself into his arms. But I had more pride than that.
“Whatever,” I threw back at him and walked away. I should have felt good for putting him in his place. But I didn't. I felt horrible.
Chapter Four
I woke up the next morning with a horrible taste in my mouth and my head feeling like it had been run over by a Mack truck. I groaned and rolled over in my bed, startling when I touched a hard body lying next to me. I sat up, the blanket falling to my waist and gasped at the fact that I was naked.
Then it all came flooding back to me. Jordan. Jordan asking me out. Finding out Jordan was dating Olivia too-perfect-to-be-real Peer. I had gotten completely tanked and taken a cab back to the apartment. Then around three in the morning there had been a knock at my door.
Eli had shown up, completely stoned. Of course I had let him in. I was drunk, I was depressed over the whole Jordan fiasco. And more importantly I was extremely horny. So I had allowed him to maul my body with his hands while he trailed slobbery kisses across my face and neck. I tried not to imagine that it was Jordan as Eli took my clothes off and proceeded to give me some of the most awkward o**l s*x of my life.
