Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(92)

Nathan pulled the joint out from behind his ear and lit it up.  He passed it to Cole who took a drag.  Cole then handed it in my direction but I waved my hand, refusing it.  Drugs weren't my thing.  Alcohol, yes.  Other stuff, not so much.  “Okay, so spill about the nickname.  You've piqued my interest,” I queried, drinking more of my beer.

Nathan toked on the joint a few more times before he responded.  “Well, you know the story about the Pied Piper of Hamlin right?  I mean, you're a college chick, you know all that history stuff,”  Nathan commented, his voice tight from holding in the smoke.

“Yeah, I know the story.  The guy was hired to get rid of the rats and then took off with the village's children who followed him while he played the pipe.  What does that have to do with Jordan?”  I was a little shocked that these townie guys were able to place a nickname on someone that didn't have to do with a sport or a body part.  And then I felt crappy for judging them like that.  What a snobby thing to think!  I chastised myself.

Nathan blew out a lungful of smoke.  “Yeah, well Jordan is the pied piper of *.”  My eyes popped out of my head and I knew my mouth gaped open.

“What?  Did I hear that correctly?”  I sputtered.  Cole was cracking up at my response.  Nathan smiled in a stony kind of way.

Cole slammed his hand down on the bar top in his fit of laughter.  “You should see your expression Maysie!”  he said, snorting.  My eyes narrowed.  Nathan put his joint out and dropped the roach in his beer bottle.

“He plays and the * comes.  These three sad sacks have gotten laid more since Levitt joined the band than they ever did before.  The chicks love him.  They would follow him off of damn cliff.  So that's how he got the name Piper,” Nathan finished, moving away from the bar.  Clearly his storytelling was at an end.

“Wow.  I'm not even sure what to say to that,” I responded honestly.  I didn't want to come across like a jealous shrew after just meeting Jordan's band mates.  But there's something wholly unsettling about learning your boyfriend has been labeled some sort of * magnet.

I handed Cole my empty bottle and he threw it in the garbage can with a loud clang.  “Shit, girl.  He's never acted on it.  The whole time he was with that other girl, Olivia, he never hooked up with anyone.  And now he's with you.  But the girls love that shit.  Eat it up like it's a god damn bowl of f*cking ice cream.  Think that maybe they're the one to get him to stray.  It's like a f*cking aphrodisiac.  He gets more * flashed his way than a god damn gynecologist and he doesn't do a thing about it.  Has the will power of a saint if you ask me.”  Cole was a dog.  There was no doubt about it.  And I really didn't want to hear any more about girls throwing their girlie bits at my man.

I felt my hands curve into claws in my lap.  Cole laughed again.  “Girl, you need to settle.  Jordan is as clean as they come.  Sure he looks like a straight up bad ass motherf*cker but he's way too soft for all that shit.  Anyway...you've got him whipped, so I wouldn't stress about it.”

I forced my hands to unclench and I gave Cole a smile.  “Sorry.  I won't go psycho girlfriend.  I promise,” I laughed, calming down.  Cole smirked.

“Well, that's a nice change,” he commented and I lifted an eyebrow.

“Oh really?” I asked, mining for the information Cole obviously had.  Cole grinned, seeing straight through my dig for gossip.

He leaned in toward me again and dipped his voice down low.  “Oh yeah.  That last piece of work he was with was a straight up cunt.  And I don't use the c word, well, ever.  But that girl was all cunt.  She hardly ever came out to our gigs.  But when she did, she usually caused such a f*cking scene, we'd have to ask her to leave.  She was a jealous bitch, screaming and yelling if chicks even looked at Piper.  He's in a f*cking band!  Then Jordan would get pissed and then there would be f*cking drama.  And sista, we do not do drama.   And then there was that friend she would bring along with her.  Now she was sort of fun.  If you could get around the fact that while you f*cked her she would scream out Levitt's name.  That'll deflate your hard on in no time.”

What the hell was this guy saying?  I was totally and completely confused.  “Wait...what friend?” I asked.  Cole put his hand through his hair and seemed to be trying to remember something.

“Fuck if I can remember her name.  All I remember are her naked tits that she would shove in my face.  They were nice.  Real nice.”  Cole licked his lips lasciviously.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.  Cole chuckled.  “Wait.  Her name started with an M, I think.  She had dark hair and was like amazon tall.”  Milla.  My eyes got wide.  Milla had screwed Cole?  And she had screamed out Jordan's name while she did it?  This shit was messed up!

And Cole wasn't done with that particular story.  He seemed to be in some serious reminiscing.  “Yeah.  She loved giving it out.  She wasn't picky about who she f*cked.  One night it would be me.  One night Garrett.  You get the picture.  I guess I should have been turned off by sticking it where my boys have stuck it.  But she was hot.”  OH. MY. GOD!  Milla had not only slept with Cole, but Garrett and Mitch and probably half the county as well.  I wanted as much information about this as possible.