Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(54)

“Have you seen Olivia?” I asked, bracing myself.  Gracie cleared her throat.

“Well, um.  She didn't come back to the house last night.  Apparently Milla spoke with her this morning and she stayed with Jordan.”  Well shit.  I felt like I had been punched in the gut.  Really, really hard.  I felt sick and those stupid tears started welling up again.

“I see,” I responded evenly. I was proud of how calm my voice sounded, even as I was screaming inside.  That dumb, two timing ass munch!  I should have known better!  I HAD known better!  And now I would be the one with the ruined reputation and nothing to show for it.  I hated Jordan Levitt!

“Yeah.  My Jordan worship is at an official end.  Sad to know he's just like every other douche bag out there,” Gracie said a little sadly and I had to smile.

“He gives douche bags a bad name, Grace,” I muttered and Gracie laughed.

“We're going to have to come up with a new name for Jordan that truly reflects his level of douchedom...something like douche hole or f*cktard.  Give me a few hours and I'll think of something,” Gracie assured me.

I was laughing so hard by then that for a second I had forgotten about how much I wanted to run away and join a nunnery.  We calmed down and I gripped the phone in my hand as a new wave of pain swept through my body.

“But you need to talk to Liv, Maysie.  You're sisters.  This will rip the house apart.  I don't want to lose you in the sisterhood.  You deserve to be here as much as anyone else.  What happened was NOT your fault.  Jordan played you.  And if Olivia can't see what a lying * her boyfriend is, then let her have him.”

My heart constricted at her words.  My first instinct was to defend Jordan.  That he wasn't an *.  That he had wanted to be with me.  Then I remembered my quiet phone and the fact that he was right now, with Olivia, instead of trying to talk to me.  I had been played.  Goddamn it!

Gracie was still speaking and I had to refocus on our conversation.  I zeroed in on her words “chapter meeting tonight.”

“Wait, wait, wait.  I can't come to the chapter meeting.  That would be like walking into a lynching.  You can't be serious?!”

“Oh, I'm as serious as a heart attack, Mays.  You will be at that chapter meeting tonight.  Even if I have to drag you there by your hair.  It is essential for you to come.  You have to show the girls that you want to be in Chi Delta.  That the sisterhood does matter to you.  Consider this your first step in polishing your public image, girlfriend.”  I groaned, my stomach already a twisted knot.

“Fine. I'll go.  But if it's a bloodbath, it's all on you,” I intoned miserably.  Gracie clucked her tongue and I could hear her frustration.

“Stop being so dramatic.  Vivian and I will come and get you and escort you there ourselves.”

“Vivian?” I asked in surprise.  But then I remember how nice she had been when I was trying to find Gracie last night.  My heart warmed at knowing she was willing to put her neck out there for me like that.  As surprised as I was, I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Yeah.  She feels bad for you.  Apparently, she knows how it is to be on the receiving end of Chi Delta bullshit.  She wouldn't really go into it.  I guess it was something that went down when she and Olivia were sophomores.  But anyway, she's one more on team Maysie.”  I rolled my eyes, though I know she couldn't see me.

“Should you get t-shirts made?” I asked dryly.

“Not a bad idea.  We could do cute little tanks and they could be pink and gold like our colors...”

“I was joking, Gracie.” I cut her off.

“I know, Miss Serious.  We'll be at your apartment at 6:30.  Wear something cute.  You are to go in there looking fantastic and untouchable, do you hear me?  You can not show any weakness.  It will be fine!  I promise.”

“Sure.  It will all be fine,” I responded tiredly.  We ended our conversation after that.  Neither of us had much more to say.  After getting off the phone I went into my closet and unearthed my best, no nonsense, black skirt and conservative green shirt.  It was cute but appropriate.  No high slits up my thigh or heaving cleavage.  Nothing that made me look like the slut everyone thought I was.

I spent the rest of the day alternating between napping and gorging myself on Ben and Jerry's Phish Food that Riley had so considerately gone to the store to get for me.  I didn't care about the fact that all of those calories would migrate down to my thighs.  All I could focus on was the sweet, ooey gooey goodness that was a complete endorphin rush in every delicious spoon full.

Riley stayed with me, refusing to leave me alone.  “I'm not on suicide watch, Riley.  You don't have to hang around here all day.  I'm sure you'd rather be with your hot new boy toy than playing babysitter for your judgmentally challenged bestie,” I said blandly after finishing my second pint of ice cream.

Riley pried the empty cardboard container out of my hands.  “Okay, enough.  You're making me want to puke with the amount of junk you're eating.”  She made a gagging face and I threw my spoon at her retreating back as she went into the kitchen.  “Don't you have to get ready for the super fantastic chapter meeting?” she called from the other room.