Bad Rep
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My lips were red and full and kissable, if you asked me. Not that I planned on kissing anyone, but still. “Damn, lady. You clean up nice!” Gracie piped up from behind me. She had changed into her dress and she looked adorable. She was in the process of putting her hair in a complicated updo.
I got to my feet and gave Cira a hug. “Thanks,” I said sincerely.
“No, prob. You look good enough to eat,” she teased, pulling on the hem of my shirt so that my chest popped out even more than it already did.
My friends finished getting ready and when they were done, it was time to leave. Riley had returned to her spot on the couch and looked up when we came into the living room. “You guys look nice,” she said, though I could hear the sarcasm.
Gracie grinned, obviously not picking up on Riley's lack of sincerity. “Thanks, Riley.”
“Let's go. I'm ready to get my party on,” Cira called out from the front door. Riley tossed me my keys from the coffee table. I had offered to be sober sister tonight. Since all of the girls would be at the party, I didn't have to sit at home waiting for them to call me.
It was hard not to get excited with Gracie and Cira blasting One Direction and singing as loud as they could. The girls had started pre-gaming in the apartment while we were getting ready and they were already good and lit.
We pulled into the driveway of the house Jordan shared with two of his Pi Sig brothers. It was a good sized two story home, three blocks from campus. There were people everywhere. “This is going to be awesome!” Gracie cheered, climbing out of my back seat.
We made our way up to the front door. Olivia swung it open and gave each of us a hug. “More of my sisters! Yeah!!!” She hung on my arm as though I could help her stay upright. Jeesh, I had never realized Olivia was such a sloppy drunk.
Looking around as we made our way inside, I felt bad for Jordan and his roommates having to clean this up in the morning. The place was already thrashed. There was a group of people around the pool table in the living room using it to play beer pong. Drinks were getting knocked over and the green felt was soaked.
There were Solo cups everywhere and puddles on the floor from people spilling their drinks. The couches had been tipped onto their backs and shoved to the wall to make room for dancing. Gracie pulled on my hand and led me into the kitchen.
A wave of smoke hit me as I walked in and I could see a couple of guys at a table smoking a joint. I waved my hand in front of my face and coughed. It smelled like a skunk. There were three kegs and a plastic kiddie pool filled with Jungle Juice in the corner.
I took a beer, just so I'd have something in my hands and waited while Gracie and Cira got their beverages. “Maysie Ardin, lookin' fine.” I rolled my eyes as I looked over my shoulder at Gio Bovalina , one of Jordan's roommates and the guy Gracie had her eye on.
He was cute in a Guido kind of way with his black hair slicked back off of his forehead and his polo shirt with the popped up collar. Personally, I didn't see the attraction. I thought he was kind of a sleaze. He flirted with anything that moved.
And his eyes were currently trained on my chest. I pointed to my eyes. “I'm up here, Gio,” I said dryly.
“Yes you are,” he said in what I guess was meant to be a seductive voice. He moved in closer to me and I couldn't help but back up.
“Gio!” Gracie squealed, coming up beside him and looping her arm with his. She looked between us, still smiling, unaware that the guy she wanted to hook up with had been seconds from drooling all over my boobs.
“Let's go dance,” she purred and Gio laughed in a self-satisfied way.
“What the lady wants, the lady gets,” he put his arm around her shoulders and looked at me again. “I'll make sure to save you a dance for later.” He raised his eyebrows at me and licked his lips. Gross.
Gracie was frowning, clearly a little confused by Gio's blatant interest in me. “No thanks. I'll pass,” I said, moving away from them. Gio's response was lost in the din of the crowd as I went into another room. Watching people I knew getting wasted while they desperately searched for someone to rub against was mildly nauseating. At what point did parties go from 'hey lets hang out' to 'I'm gonna drink shots from between your boobs?' Probably around the time that we all discovered the embarrassment inducing effects of alcohol and recreational drugs.
I was normally a partier by nature. I loved to go out and drink. It was one of my favorite pasttimes and was what had drawn me to the whole Greek system to begin with. I'm not going to be one of those ass**les and pretend I did it for the philanthropic opportunities. People that actually spewed that crap were either complete losers or knee deep in serious denial. Because being Greek was all about the parties. And the keg stands. And the ice luges.
But tonight I stood in the middle of this crazy college level debauchery and I felt a little empty inside. My eyes followed Olivia as she danced on the coffee table, her skirt barely covering her ass as Pi Sigs leered up at her. Milla and Tabby were grinding against each other while guys urged them to make out.
Gracie was trying desperately to look sexy as she writhed against a disinterested Gio. And Jordan's house was getting trashed. These people really didn't give a shit about the destruction they were unleashing in someone else's home.
When had I grown a f**king conscience? It was sort of annoying and making enjoying the party next to impossible. I found myself a spot in the corner and sat down on one of the chairs that hadn't been upended. I sipped from my cup, grimacing at the taste of cheap beer.
I got to my feet and gave Cira a hug. “Thanks,” I said sincerely.
“No, prob. You look good enough to eat,” she teased, pulling on the hem of my shirt so that my chest popped out even more than it already did.
My friends finished getting ready and when they were done, it was time to leave. Riley had returned to her spot on the couch and looked up when we came into the living room. “You guys look nice,” she said, though I could hear the sarcasm.
Gracie grinned, obviously not picking up on Riley's lack of sincerity. “Thanks, Riley.”
“Let's go. I'm ready to get my party on,” Cira called out from the front door. Riley tossed me my keys from the coffee table. I had offered to be sober sister tonight. Since all of the girls would be at the party, I didn't have to sit at home waiting for them to call me.
It was hard not to get excited with Gracie and Cira blasting One Direction and singing as loud as they could. The girls had started pre-gaming in the apartment while we were getting ready and they were already good and lit.
We pulled into the driveway of the house Jordan shared with two of his Pi Sig brothers. It was a good sized two story home, three blocks from campus. There were people everywhere. “This is going to be awesome!” Gracie cheered, climbing out of my back seat.
We made our way up to the front door. Olivia swung it open and gave each of us a hug. “More of my sisters! Yeah!!!” She hung on my arm as though I could help her stay upright. Jeesh, I had never realized Olivia was such a sloppy drunk.
Looking around as we made our way inside, I felt bad for Jordan and his roommates having to clean this up in the morning. The place was already thrashed. There was a group of people around the pool table in the living room using it to play beer pong. Drinks were getting knocked over and the green felt was soaked.
There were Solo cups everywhere and puddles on the floor from people spilling their drinks. The couches had been tipped onto their backs and shoved to the wall to make room for dancing. Gracie pulled on my hand and led me into the kitchen.
A wave of smoke hit me as I walked in and I could see a couple of guys at a table smoking a joint. I waved my hand in front of my face and coughed. It smelled like a skunk. There were three kegs and a plastic kiddie pool filled with Jungle Juice in the corner.
I took a beer, just so I'd have something in my hands and waited while Gracie and Cira got their beverages. “Maysie Ardin, lookin' fine.” I rolled my eyes as I looked over my shoulder at Gio Bovalina , one of Jordan's roommates and the guy Gracie had her eye on.
He was cute in a Guido kind of way with his black hair slicked back off of his forehead and his polo shirt with the popped up collar. Personally, I didn't see the attraction. I thought he was kind of a sleaze. He flirted with anything that moved.
And his eyes were currently trained on my chest. I pointed to my eyes. “I'm up here, Gio,” I said dryly.
“Yes you are,” he said in what I guess was meant to be a seductive voice. He moved in closer to me and I couldn't help but back up.
“Gio!” Gracie squealed, coming up beside him and looping her arm with his. She looked between us, still smiling, unaware that the guy she wanted to hook up with had been seconds from drooling all over my boobs.
“Let's go dance,” she purred and Gio laughed in a self-satisfied way.
“What the lady wants, the lady gets,” he put his arm around her shoulders and looked at me again. “I'll make sure to save you a dance for later.” He raised his eyebrows at me and licked his lips. Gross.
Gracie was frowning, clearly a little confused by Gio's blatant interest in me. “No thanks. I'll pass,” I said, moving away from them. Gio's response was lost in the din of the crowd as I went into another room. Watching people I knew getting wasted while they desperately searched for someone to rub against was mildly nauseating. At what point did parties go from 'hey lets hang out' to 'I'm gonna drink shots from between your boobs?' Probably around the time that we all discovered the embarrassment inducing effects of alcohol and recreational drugs.
I was normally a partier by nature. I loved to go out and drink. It was one of my favorite pasttimes and was what had drawn me to the whole Greek system to begin with. I'm not going to be one of those ass**les and pretend I did it for the philanthropic opportunities. People that actually spewed that crap were either complete losers or knee deep in serious denial. Because being Greek was all about the parties. And the keg stands. And the ice luges.
But tonight I stood in the middle of this crazy college level debauchery and I felt a little empty inside. My eyes followed Olivia as she danced on the coffee table, her skirt barely covering her ass as Pi Sigs leered up at her. Milla and Tabby were grinding against each other while guys urged them to make out.
Gracie was trying desperately to look sexy as she writhed against a disinterested Gio. And Jordan's house was getting trashed. These people really didn't give a shit about the destruction they were unleashing in someone else's home.
When had I grown a f**king conscience? It was sort of annoying and making enjoying the party next to impossible. I found myself a spot in the corner and sat down on one of the chairs that hadn't been upended. I sipped from my cup, grimacing at the taste of cheap beer.
