Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(60)

“You looked good out there,” he said, looking at me with the thousand things unsaid between us.

“Thanks.” I replied, glancing over his shoulder, as though I'd rather be anywhere but standing there with him.  I was very good at lying apparently.  Because in truth, there was no where I'd rather be.

“How've you been?” he asked, pulling my attention back to him.  Okay, his question made me mad.  How had I been?  Really?  I felt the chill spread outward from my heart at his callous question.

“Oh, just f*cking peachy,” I snarled, throwing every ounce of hurt and anger at him.

Jordan frowned.  “What the hell, Maysie?  It was just a damn question,” he bit back sharply.  That was it.  I was going to explode.  And it wouldn't be pretty.  I was saved from committing malicious wounding by Gracie handing me my soda.

She looked back and forth between Jordan and me, a concerned look on her face.  “Um, hey Jordan,” she said, clearly not sure what to make of the dark expressions we both wore.

“Hey, Gracie,” he said shortly, then continued to look at me.  Our eyes never left each other.  I was so upset and enraged that I could feel my hands shaking as I clutched my drink.  Jordan looked frustrated and confused.

Finally, he dropped his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets.   “I've got to get back to the guys.  See you later,” Jordan said, his voice sounding strangely thick.  He looked at me one more time but I purposefully glanced away.

“Woah.  What was all that?” she asked, sipping her water.  I rolled my eyes.

“He was asking me how I was,” I answered, slamming my full glass down on the bar, not bothering to finish it.

“Okay.  Well.  That was...nice?” Her statement came out more as a question.  I started to stalk away.

“Nice?  No, it wasn't f*cking nice!  He has no right to even ask me that, when my life is in shambles because of him.  So screw him and his stupid kissable lips and the fact that he couldn't be bothered to try and talk to me at all.  No, he had to go jump back in with Olivia and forget all about me.  Just like I knew he would.”  I stopped when we got back to our table.  I threw myself down in the chair and glowered.

“But I thought you didn't want to talk to him.”  Gracie sounded confused.  Not that I blamed her.

“No, I didn't want to talk to him.  I just don't know what I wanted him to do!”  I felt those damnable tears again.  I had to get home.  I was a mess.

My eyes flitted around the room and found Jordan, again by the bar with a throng of girls around him.  His band mates were living it up.  Jordan looked less than happy, but that didn't stop a chick with seriously huge tits slide up beside him and curve into his side.  He looked down at her as she spoke to him, her fingers trailing up his arm.  And he let her touch him.  Yep, time to get the f*ck out of there before I flew into a demon rage and ran across the room to claw that bitch's eyes out.

“I need to get out of here.  Please, Gracie.”  She didn't try to convince me otherwise.  She must have seen how close I was to losing it.  We went to find Riley who was wrapped around Damien as though they were one freaking person.  She started to insist on coming with us but I had simply held up my hand to stop her.  I asked Damien to make sure she was taken care of and then with a hug to my best friend, Gracie and I left.

When we got back to the apartment I insisted on Gracie heading on home.  It was after midnight and I didn't feel like being around people anymore.  “Okay, well as long as you're okay.” Gracie looked at me skeptically.

“I'll be fine.  I'm just going to go inside and put my face mask on and go to bed.  I'm exhausted.” I faked a yawn.  In truth, I was the farthest thing from tired.  I was so keyed up I thought I would blow a gasket.  But the last thing I wanted was small talk or my friend's efforts to make me less miserable.  As well intentioned as they were.

Gracie nodded.  “Alright, girlie.  I'll call you tomorrow and we can get lunch or something.”  I gave her a small smile.

“Sounds great.” I got out and slammed the car door.  I waited until she had driven off before making my way into the apartment.  Where I was left alone with my bitterness.
Chapter Fifteen



I changed into my tiny little pj shorts and a tank top.  Pulling my hair into a high ponytail on top of my head, I grabbed my basket of nail polish and accessories and headed back out to the couch.  I started to give myself a late night pedicure, choosing a garish red.  Might as well look the part of the harlot if I was going to be labeled one.

I had finished the final coat on my nails when there was a loud knock on my door, startling me.  I peered up at the clock on the wall.  It was almost 1:30 in the morning.  Who the hell could be beating my door down at this time of night?

Whoever it was, wasn't very patient as I heard another pound on the door.  “Alright!” I called out, getting up off the couch.  I sort of waddled to the door, careful to keep my newly painted toenails up off of the floor.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open.  And almost dropped dead right there.  “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked in shock, coming face to face with a very pissed off Jordan.  His jaw was tense and he was clicking his tongue ring back and forth over his teeth in agitation.