Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(14)

“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*cking 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 oral sex of my life.