Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(59)

I gave her a sardonic salute.  “Aye, aye, Captain,” I bit out sarcastically.  Gracie looped her arm through mine and pulled me toward the entrance of the club.  We paid our cover and went inside.  The place was teaming with people.  We had to do some serious shoving to get to the bar.

“Go find a table if you can.  I'll get the drinks.”  Riley whipped out a fake ID and flashed us a smile.

“Awesome!  Get me a cranberry and vodka,” Gracie yelled to her.  Riley knew my usual, so she headed off to the bar.  Gracie and I were able to find a small table toward the back.  Gracie found a napkin and wiped spilled beer off the surface before sitting down.  The stage was set up, so that must be the reason for the crowd.

“I wonder who's playing?” I mused, watching the people start to push toward the front of the room.  Riley had just gotten to our table with our drinks when a familiar voice cut through the noise.  “Thanks for coming out to see us tonight!  We're Generation Rejects!”  NO, NO, NO!  I could not be here!

I gripped Gracie's hand tightly.  “We have to leave, NOW!” I said desperately.  Gracie winced and then pried her hand away from my tight grasp.

“Now, you can't avoid him forever.  We'll just stay here in the back.  Jordan will never know we're here,” Gracie reasoned.

I whipped my head around to look at Riley suspiciously.  “Did you know Jordan would be playing here tonight?”  Riley looked at me with irritation.

“Would I do something like that, Mays.  Get real.”  She sounded miffed that I had even suggested it.  I started to say something else when the music began.  And just like the first time I saw them play, I couldn't help but watch.  They were intense and raw.  And Jordan was a demon on the drums.

I hadn't seen him in weeks and my eyes thirsted for the sight of him.  Even after everything, I couldn't stop the crazy pitter patter of my heart as I watched him.  His forehead was furrowed as he beat the skins frantically.  The tight material of his t-shirt strained over the muscles of his arms and I couldn't help but remember the way they had felt holding me.

I had tried so hard not to remember any of that night.  Particularly the part he played in what went down.  The hurt, anger and embarrassment washed over me again and all I wanted to do was leave.  But the place was packed and getting out the door would be difficult.  Plus Gracie and Riley were boxing me into the corner.

So I sat there and tried to control the physical response I had to the music reverberating around me.  I tried not to look at Jordan and how insanely sexy he was up there.  But I loved the music and I loved the sensual beat he added to the mix.  He was an amazing musician.  Despite everything, I could still admit that.

They played almost the exact same set as they had that night at Barton's.  I braced myself for Jordan's solo.  When the song began I looked anywhere but at the stage.  If I wouldn't have looked like an immature idiot, I would have put my fingers in my ears to stop the sound of his gravelly voice.

So, instead I watched the crowd undulate to the band's music.  They ate up whatever the band threw at them.  It was like watching a religious experience.  And on some small level, I gave into it.  And it was liberating.  To be able to let go of all the negative shit I was feeling and for a moment, just enjoy myself.

When they were done, I was left feeling bereft.  Because then I had to return to feeling like crap again.  “Wow, they really are good,” Gracie said, looking a little in awe.  I could only nod.

“Can we go now?” I asked, wanting to get out of there and go back home.

“Come on, just hang out for a little while longer.  I know you want to dance, Maysie,” Riley teased, motioning for Gracie and I to follow her onto the dance floor.

The techno music had started up now that the band's set was finished and I had to admit, I wanted to get my groove on.  So the three of us went and got lost in the throng of moving bodies.  I danced until sweat poured down my face and my shirt clung to my skin.  Gracie and Riley could dance, but they had nothing on me.

I rolled my hips to the beat, moving my hands up my sides, scaling my body until they reached above me.  I tossed my head back and forth, my hair flying in my face.  I was lost in my own little world.  Dancing did that for me.  I forgot about everyone and everything else.

After a few songs, I was parched.  “I need a drink,” I rasped, tugging on Gracie's hand.  Riley and Damien had found each other and were currently clutched together, rocking slowly to the upbeat tempo.  There was no interrupting that.  Gracie and I, holding each others hand so we wouldn't get separated, made our way to the bar.

“Hang back over here, I'll get our drinks,” she told me.  I went to the end of the bar and waited, my eyes darting around the room.  Yes, I was looking for Jordan.  But I guess the band had left right after their set.

Or maybe not.

“Hey, Mays.” I didn't need to turn around to know who spoke.  My entire body lit up and every nerve and synapse responded to those two words.

“Hey,” I said casually, not looking at him.  Jordan was suddenly in front of me and my mouth went even drier.  He had no right to look that hot.  It pissed me off.