BAD REP(46)

“Jordan...” Olivia whined.  Jordan made a grunt in frustration.

“Mays, wait,” he started but I just shook my head.

“Thanks for the guitar lesson,”I muttered, turning to leave.

“Jordan...I think I'm gonna be sick.”  Olivia ran into Jordan's bathroom and then all I could hear was the sound of her retching.

Jordan ran his hand over his face in agitation.  “Maysie, I'm sorry...” he began.

I raised my hand to stop him.  “You have nothing to be sorry about.  Now, go take care of your girlfriend,” I emphasized the word girlfriend and I couldn't stop the sound of my bitterness.

Jordan stared at me and looked as though he wanted to say something.  But the moment was broken by Olivia's miserable moans from the bathroom.  Jordan sighed and with a final look in my direction, followed her, closing the door.  I stared into the space we had occupied only a few minutes before.  How different things seemed now than before Olivia came bursting into the room.

Jordan had a girlfriend.  And I was a f*cking fool.
Chapter Ten



I had about four stops to make before I had to head over to the Chi Delta house in an hour.  This afternoon was our third party for rush week.  The first two had gone off without a hitch and we had found some girls that would fit in with our group perfectly.

Today was the infamous skit.  Vivian ended up writing most of it.  I didn't feel comfortable going to Jordan's house to work on it after the party incident.  Things had gotten pretty intense between us and I was back to trying to maintain distance.  Which was easier now that school had started.  I had to cut back my hours at both jobs, so right now I was only working at Barton's one shift a week.  My schedule hadn't coincided with Jordan's in quite awhile.

Though I wouldn't be able to avoid him forever because this weekend was the Pi Sig mixer.  I still hadn't found a date, much to my sisters' horror.  But I decided to screw it and go stag.  The thought of scrounging up a date and forcing myself to interact all evening with someone I barely knew sounded exhausting.  But I had gone out and bought myself an adorable little dress that was a deep red with an awesome skirt that flared out around my upper thighs.

I know, I know, I shouldn't be spending.  But I figured with the way I had been busting my ass, I deserved it.

I was walking down the aisles at the Super Walmart downtown, trying to find tiny cocktail umbrellas and pink party napkins.  The only thing I was finding so far were tacky and not at all with the pink and punk theme we had going on for today's rush event.

Feeling frustrated I decided to head over to the pharmacy section and pick up a few items I needed.  I grabbed a box of tampons, some Midol and some super absorbency maxi pads.  Because of course my period had to fall on the most important week of my fall semester.  My uterus seemed to be plotting against me.  Then on a whim, I grabbed a giant bag of Swedish Fish just because I loved them.  And having your period called for copious amounts of sweets.

I was holding the items precariously balanced in my arms when I tripped over a cart that was conveniently left in the middle of the aisle.  As if in slow motion, I fell face first to the floor and my feminine hygiene items sailed into the air,  landing at the feet of none other than Jordan Levitt.

Of course!  It just made sense that he would be the one to share my embarrassment.  Because the universe wasn't kind enough to allow me be alone in the aisle when I face planted.

“Are you alright?” he asked, leaning down to take my hand. I wished I could tuck my head into my shirt like a damn turtle. Just so I wouldn't have to look at him standing there, holding my ginormous assortment of maxi pads with new super strength absorbent wings for your heavy flow.

Just kill me now.

“Here you go,” Jordan said, dropping my humiliating grocery list into my basket.  He didn't look embarrassed in the slightest.  As though he were used to girls throwing their tampons at him.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling like the biggest tool on the planet.

I peeked up at him and saw him smile at me.  I couldn't help but smile back, even as I tried to hide my basket behind my back.  It had been two weeks since I had seen him and it might as well have been a year with the way my body responded to his presence.

“So, stranger, how've you been?” he asked, falling into step beside me as we headed toward the shampoo and conditioner.