BAD REP(108)

My mom gave me a hug.  “I like Jordan.  I think you did well, Maysie,” she whispered quietly before pulling away.  I couldn't help but grin.

“Thanks, Mom,” I whispered back.  She kissed my cheek as I pulled back from her open window.  I waved as they drove off.  And despite the awfulness of the day I felt warm at the memory of Jordan telling my dad he was crazy about me.  Yeah, I was one lucky gal.

Chapter Twenty-Two



Several weeks had passed since Parents' Weekend.  Jordan had apologized profusely for being disrespectful to my father.  But before I could let him say any more about it, I had kissed him soundly,  letting him know that I had appreciated the disrespect he had dished out.

No one had ever stuck up for me like that with my parents.  And I realized, without a doubt, that I was with the most amazing guy ever.  Because he was all about me.  And I was all about him.  And damned if we weren't going to make this thing between us work.

Now it was another Saturday night and I was finally making it to one of Garrett's infamous parties.  I was a little nervous.  Garrett was definitely the wild one of the group and Jordan had regaled me of his after show exploits.  He was probably the least good looking out of the four guys.  Yet he apparently got more girls than any of them.  I guess he had something going for him. 

I hadn't been able to make Generation Rejects' show that evening because Layne had needed me to come in late to help unload some inventory.  I had cut back on my hours considerably since school started, finding myself unable to juggle work and school very effectively.  So any extra cash was a plus.

We had finished up around midnight and I had driven to the address Jordan had texted to me earlier.  I found myself on the outskirts of Bakersville in a rundown area I wasn't familiar with.  I finally found the house at the end of a long gravel driveway.  It was a non-descript two story home that still had the 1960's German siding that was full of asbestos.  Jordan had told me that Garrett's parents had been killed in a car crash when he was still in high school and had left him the house.  Apparently, he had been in it ever since.

The place was heaving.  Cars were along the driveway all the way down to the street.  Other cars had driven right up onto the lawn.  I could see a huge bonfire blazing in the back yard and people were hanging out on the porch.

Jordan wasn't kidding when he said these parties were nuts.  As I approached the house, I saw a woman who had to be in her thirties, leaning over the railing, puking her guts out.  The vomit splashed on the ground below and I had to scramble passed before it sprayed me.  Gross.

The front door was wide open and I went inside.  Looking around, this was clearly not my scene.  This was a much rougher crowd than I was used to.  I noticed some people I recognized from Rinard, but the rest were strangers.  Some looked almost my parents' age.  Others could still be in high school.  And every single one of them seemed to be wasted off their asses.

I realized I probably stuck out like a sore thumb with my dark skinny jeans, off the shoulder midnight blue top, and knee high black leather boots with a three inch stelleto heel.  Especially when the dress code seemed to include clothing that would have been cool a couple of decades ago.  I had felt really good when I had gotten dressed for my evening but now I wished I had gone for something a bit more low key.

I didn't see Jordan anywhere.  In fact I didn't see any of the guys from the band.  Though to be fair it was hard to see anything in this crowd.  I was standing there like an idiot when a huge guy lumbered toward me.  When I say huge, I mean huge.    He was easily over 6 foot tall and he had the shoulders of a linebacker.  His dirty blond hair came down the back of his head in a greasy mullet and his face was obscured by a Grizzly Adam's beard.  He was f*cking scary!

And he was bearing down on me.  Shit!  Do I run?  And then he stopped in front of me, grinned and shoved a red Solo cup in my hand.  “Here, sweetheart.  You looked like you needed a drink.”  I blinked, having been rendered mute by this odd exchange.

“Uh.  Thanks,” I mumbled, holding the drink in my hand.  I wasn't going to drink it.  I had seen all the roofie videos in health class.  I'm no dummy.  But I didn't want to seem rude, so put the cup to my lips and pretended to take a sip.

The guy just stood there, smiling at me like I was something peculiar.  I cleared my throat.  “Uh, have you seen the band around?” I asked, feeling really dumb.  I wished I had made Riley or Gracie come with me.  Or maybe Vivian, she would have loved this.