BAD REP(17)

Jordan's smirk dropped and he looked contrite.  “I'm sorry.  Really.”  I huffed and looked away from him.  This conversation was over as far as I was concerned.  I really wanted to knee him in the balls, but I held myself back.

“Maysie.  Listen.  I really like you.  Of course I'm insanely attracted to you.  I mean, look at you.”  His eyes roved over my body in a way that made me throb between my legs.  Stupid vagina!  “But, I also like talking to you.  I wasn't really thinking about Olivia when I asked you out. I was only thinking that there was this beautiful, amazing girl that I wanted to get to know better.  And look, things with Olivia have been strained for a while. I mean she's off partying in North Carolina all summer...”

Okay, that was it.  I didn't want to talk about his relationship with my sorority sister.  I wanted to get the hell out of there.  I put my hand up to stop him.  “Just shut up, alright. I don't care what your reasons were for asking me out.  All I know is that you have a girlfriend.  Not just any girlfriend, but the president of my freaking sorority.  And right now, what I think is that you're some two timing douche bag who wants to get a piece of something on the side while his girlfriend is away.  And I have no interest in being that girl.”  I pushed off of the wall and walked around him.

I heard him let out frustrated breath.  “You're not just a piece of anything.  Don't ever think that.  I really like you, Maysie,” he said softly, stopping me in my tracks.  Damned if I didn't want to believe him.  Damned if I didn't still want to turn around and launch myself into his arms.  But I had more pride than that.

“Whatever,” I threw back at him and walked away.  I should have felt good for putting him in his place.  But I didn't. I felt horrible.



Chapter Four



I woke up the next morning with a horrible taste in my mouth and my head feeling like it had been run over by a Mack truck.  I groaned and rolled over in my bed, startling when I touched a hard body lying next to me.  I sat up, the blanket falling to my waist and gasped at the fact that I was naked.

Then it all came flooding back to me.  Jordan.  Jordan asking me out.  Finding out Jordan was dating Olivia too-perfect-to-be-real Peer.  I had gotten completely tanked and taken a cab back to the apartment.  Then around three in the morning there had been a knock at my door.

Eli had shown up, completely stoned.  Of course I had let him in.  I was drunk, I was depressed over the whole Jordan fiasco.  And more importantly I was extremely horny.  So I had allowed him to maul my body with his hands while he trailed slobbery kisses across my face and neck.  I tried not to imagine that it was Jordan as Eli took my clothes off and proceeded to give me some of the most awkward oral sex of my life.

Maybe it was the fact that he could barely stay awake while his tongue slid over me.  Or perhaps it was the fact that I was dangerously close to calling out another guy's name.  Well, whatever it was, the mood left about as fast as it had arrived.  So I pulled Eli up rather forcibly by his hair and made him stop with the god awful tongue tango he was attempting to perform on my nether regions.

He had protested and tried to keep going at it.  But I had hauled him up by his shoulders and made him lay down on the other side of my queen sized bed.  I hated cuddling while I slept, which was the reason I very rarely let guys stay the night.  I liked my space.  There was nothing more annoying than waking up with someone's arm over your face and hot morning breath in your ear.  Yuck.  No thank you.  The morning after was just not my thing.

And of course, Eli was all up in my personal space and I really had to pee.  So I, not too carefully, heaved him onto his other side.  He grunted but didn't wake up.  I threw on a pair of shorts and an old Rinard College t-shirt and opened the door to my room.

Riley was coming out of hers at the same time.  “Morning,” she said and then looked around me into my room where Eli was snoring like a freight train in my bed.  She snorted.  “Niiice...” she said slowly.  I closed my door a little louder than I meant to and moved passed her to the bathroom.

“He showed up here early this morning.  He was wasted, I couldn't let him drive home,” I explained.  Though it annoyed me that I felt the need to explain anything. I was an adult.  If I wanted to have a guy over, that was my business.  I had to check myself. I was feeling overly touchy and I knew Riley really didn't mean anything by it.