BAD REP(34)

I hated her.  In that moment I wished the worst possible plagues on her.  I wanted her to wake up in the morning covered in zits.  And for all of her perfect hair to have fallen out.  And for her to have gained thirty pounds.  I hated that I hated her.  Because she was seriously one of the nicest girls I had ever met (though it was a fake sort of niceness, if you ask me).  But right then, I didn't care if she was Mother f*cking Teresa, I just wanted her hands off of him!

“Mays!  Are you listening?” Milla's voice cut through my Olivia induced misery.  I tore my eyes from the happy couple to look at my sorority sister.

“Sorry, what?” I asked.  Milla narrowed her eyes at me.

“I asked when you got off of work and whether you wanted to have a few drinks with us,” she spoke slowly as though I were low functioning.

I wanted to smack her face but instead I put on my best saccharine sweet smile.  “I'm done in an hour.  If you guys are still here, I'll come over for a round.” I said, hoping the urge to bitch slap her wasn't evident as I answered.

Tabby looked back over at Jordan and Olivia.  “Oh we'll be here. I don't think we'll be able to tear her away.  He's all she talked about the entire summer. It was ridiculous,” Tabby remarked, rolling her eyes.  Olivia had her arms wrapped around Jordan's waist and was resting her cheek against his chest.  Jordan held her back lightly and said something that made her laugh.

Gah!  Enough!  “Alright ladies, I'll see you in a few.” I marched back to my tables, which were thankfully empty and started straightening the salt and pepper shakers.

By the time I was done, my five tables looked as if they had been laid out by someone with OCD.  Jaz came up as I was wiping down their surfaces again, and sat down in a chair.  “I really want to dislike that girl,” she sighed, looking over her shoulder at Olivia.  She, Tabby and Milla sat talking at the bar while Jordan tended to other customers.  It was crazy the way everyone around her seemed to dim in comparison.  Olivia was way too pretty for comfort.  And seeing her again reinforced why I never had a chance with Jordan to begin with.  There was no way someone like me could hold his attention for long.  Not when he had a girl like Olivia in his life.

I wasn't used to this level of negative self-talk.  I had never felt so down on myself.  And it disgusted me that it was all tied to a guy.  Even if said guy had the face of a god and the lips made for sin.  Shit!  I was making myself nauseous.  I mentally smacked myself in the face.

“Yeah, Olivia is really nice,” I said to Jaz, noticing how even without trying, I sounded completely sarcastic.  Jaz looked at me a little funny.

“Yeah.  I mean, you want to hate any girl that is able to snag a guy like Jordan.  But she's so sweet.  Never has a hateful thing to say about anyone.  Makes me feel like a conniving slut for wanting to get down on all fours in front of her boyfriend,” Jaz giggled.

“Wow, I had no idea you were such a perv,” I joked, tossing a sugar packet at my friend.  Jaz caught it and opened it up, pouring the contents into her mouth.

“Yuck!  You are disgusting!” I screeched, blanching.

Jaz laughed and got to her feet.  “Yeah, well let's go talk to Moore.  The place has really died down and I just saw Dina and Leo come in for their shift.  No sense in us staying on the clock.”  I followed her into the back, where we found Moore on the phone.

“Moore.  Our tables are empty and we haven't had any new customers in ten minutes.  Can we leave?”  Jaz whispered loudly.  Moore barely looked up, waving us on.  Normally I would have been stoked to cut out early but today I'd actually rather be working.  Because now I had to go out to the bar and have a drink with Olivia.  I'd rather slide down on my back over razorblades into a giant vat of rubbing alcohol.  Okay, I was a little morbid in my metaphors, but whatever.

After saying goodbye to Jaz I headed back to the bar, and almost turned around and headed back the way that I had come.  Olivia was leaning over the bar, her hand fisted in the front of Jordan's t-shirt, kissing him passionately while Milla and Tabby hooted at them.

Jordan broke away with a chuckle and Olivia sat back down, clearly a little breathless.  She looked up and saw me.  “Maysie!  Come on chica!  I've got a beer with your name on it.”  Olivia waved me over.  Jordan looked up as I came over.  Our eyes met and he looked a little sheepish.  Embarrassed even.  Which was stupid.  I mean he was just kissing his girlfriend.  Nothing wrong with that, right?  Only it didn't feel alright. It felt horrible.