Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(93)

“So, this M chick.  Did she come around just with Olivia?” I asked, trying to be nonchalant.  Cole started picking up empty bottles from around the bar.

“Hell no!  She was out here every time we had a party.  Olivia never came.  I always got the impression she thought she was too good for us.  But whatever, we didn't want that bitch around anyway.  She always killed Piper's buzz, so it was better when she wasn't here.  But yeah, her friend showed up a lot.  Usually looking for Levitt.  We weren't stupid; we knew we weren't that bitch's first choice.  She made no bones about letting everyone know it was Jordan she wanted.  But he has never given her the time of day.  And we didn't care, because bitch was nothing but kink.”  Okay I didn't want him to continue.  I had heard enough.  And if he wasn't talking about two girls I absolutely detested, I would be extremely insulted by his continuous use of terms like 'bitch' and 'cunt.'  Cole had no couth.

But one thing was obvious, Milla had been trying to get with Jordan for a while now.  Behind Olivia's back.  And she had the nerve to start shit with me!  It dawned on me clear as day that her pure motivation was jealousy.   First of Olivia and now of me.  Each of us had what she wanted desperately.  Jordan Levitt.

Cole was still talking and I wanted to tune him out but he was being very animated.  “She was all about doing it in public places.  One time I f*cked her on that stool you're sitting on with a room full of people watching us.  It was hot!” I jumped up off the stool.  Eww!

“And I didn't care if she called me Jordan.  Hell, she could call me the f*cking president. She was that good.”  Cole seemed a little wistful.  Guys were disgusting.  Yuck.

I smoothed my hair behind my ears.  “So, when was the last time you saw Mi...I mean, Olivia's friend?” I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

Cole frowned.  “I guess it's been a few weeks.”  Hmm, interesting.  Man, I would love to tell Olivia about her bestest buddy, Milla, who for years had been trying to screw Jordan behind her back.  Then maybe I wouldn't be the bad guy.

But then I realized, Olivia would never believe me over her friend.  I mean, why would she?  In the game of she said/she said, I would definitely lose.  But I tucked the information away, hoping I'd have an opportunity to pull out the big guns at some point.

Cole was sort of grossing me out by this point as he continued to try and tell me about girls he slept with and the crazy places he'd had sex.  Like I cared about any of that.   So finally I cut him off.  “Cole, do you know where Jordan is?  I should let him know I'm here.”

Cole looked over at Mitch, who had given up playing pool and was watching the two girls he was with make out.  “Mitchie!  Do you know where Piper is?” Cole called out.  One of the girls broke away from her lip lock and whipped her mouth.

“He was out by the bonfire when we left him,” she smirked.  I clenched my fists, not liking how she said that at all.  Cole laughed beside me.  This guy laughed...a lot.

“Don't mind Brooke.  She's just some of the * the piper attracts.  Obviously she didn't get anywhere or her tongue wouldn't be down Dalia's throat over there.  But, Maysie, you've can't let that shit bother you.  If I didn't love the guy so much I'd punch him in the face.  He's that obnoxious about you.”

Cole may be a bit of a douche, but I could see the nice guy underneath.  I gave Cole a small smile.  “Thanks.  I'm off to find him.”  Cole slung his arm around my shoulder before I could walk away.

“And just so you know, if you ever get sick of Piper, there's the really hot singer you could get to know.  Just sayin',” Cole teased.  I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to respond.

I made my way out to the bonfire and found my boyfriend sitting in a lawn chair, laughing with a group of people who seemed to be hanging on his every word.  I took advantage of this opportunity to watch him.  He was so charismatic and he seemed to suck people into his orbit without him even realizing it.

Girls and guys alike listened with rapt attention to whatever he was saying.  He was talking very animatedly and I could tell he was drunk.  I had never been around Jordan when he was overly inebriated, so I was a little nervous about that.  Not that I was worried, just not sure what to expect.

There were three girls sitting at his feet.  One of them had her hand curled around his ankle like a damn dog waiting to be petted.  I was going to rip every one of those fingers off of him.  White hot jealousy flashed through me and I took a step forward.  The other two seemed to be vying for the closest spot.  I watched as they slowly edged closer to Jordan until they were practically on top of him.  And my man was completely oblivious to the affect he had.

Though I didn't care about that, because aware or not, these girls needed to back the f*ck off.

I walked up behind Jordan.  He was saying something and moving his hands while he talked.  I could see that his face was flushed.  He was so sexy and damn cute too, with his excitable energy.  The three girls at his feet looked up at me as I approached.  Jeesh, it looked like he had a harem.  Each of the girls wore way too much make up and way too little clothes.  And then I didn't feel so much as jealous as kind of embarrassed for them.