BAD REP(53)

She was beautiful and I felt anything but standing near her.  Jordan's a lucky guy to have someone like her.  I told myself harshly.  Gracie was talking to me about some guy she planned to hook up with tonight, even though she was the date of Eric Lewis, a Pi Sig sophomore.  I tried to listen but I was completely distracted by the conversation going on behind me.

It seemed that Milla was giving Olivia a pep talk.  Olivia's voice sounded tight and when I took a peek at her, she looked as though she had been crying. “I just wish I knew what he was thinking.  He's been so distant since I got back.  I thought it was just me, that I was being paranoid.  But it's not in my head.  We haven't had sex since before I left for the summer.”  I heard Milla gasp in surprise, though looking at the other girl's expression, she seemed pleased with the news.  Who was that bitch kidding?  She loved that Jordan and Olivia weren't doing it.  For her it was the probably the best news of the night.

Olivia sniffed and rubbed her nose with her hand.  “Last night, I went over to his house after he got off of work.  I was wearing his favorite lingerie.  You know the red one with the nipple tassels?”  Milla nodded.  Nipple tassles?  Uh, gross.

“So, I'm all laid out on his bed when he gets out of the shower and he tells me to move over, that he needs to get some sleep.  Can you believe that?”  I felt bad for her as I could tell she had started to cry.  Milla patted Olivia on the back.

“It's like he doesn't want me anymore.  How could he not want me?  He used to never be able to get enough!  Don't you remember that time everyone walked in on us having sex on his pool table in the middle of the mixer?”  Gag!  I tried to control the upchuck reflex at her pornographic reminiscing.

“That's how it used to be all the time.  Now I can barely get him to kiss me.  Do you think he's seeing someone else?”  Olivia sounded terrified at the possibility.

“No way, Liv!  How could ever look at anyone else when he has you?  Put that thought out of your head.” Milla was saying exactly what a supportive friend should say.  But I couldn't miss the fakeness of it.  I knew with a certainty that had Milla been in my shoes with Jordan this summer, she would have been all over him like white on rice.  Great friend there.

Gracie snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Maysie!”  I blinked and stared back at her.

“What?” I asked, embarrassed at being caught snooping.  Gracie sighed in exasperation.

“Never mind.  Just drink up.  You can't go to the mixer without a pre-buzz.”  She put my bottle to my mouth.  “Now drink.”   Isn't this the very thing we were forced to watch videos about in high-school?  It had been the subject a myriad of after school specials.  But how many college aged student succumb to it each and every time?  Gotta love peer pressure!

Olivia seemed to have gotten herself together and joined us in a round of Kings at the kitchen table.  By the time we were ready to go, most of my sisters were well and truly lit.  I hadn't ended up drinking that much, so I was still relatively sober.  Gracie and Vivian held onto me as we made our way to the Pi Sig house off campus.  They laughed a little too loudly and were told by some of our other sisters to shut up or we would all get busted for drinking.

“Shh,” Gracie whispered dramatically, putting her finger to her lips.  Vivian and I laughed, earning us another glare from our less than tolerant sisters.  The guys were waiting for us when we arrived.  Jordan was at the door, holding it open for us.  He looked ah-maz-ing.  He wore a deep blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned arms.  He wore a pair of dark jeans and had changed the barbell in his eyebrow for the hoop again.  His hair had been freshly buzzed and the whole affect was heart stopping.

I gripped Gracie's hand tightly.  Even though I was the one who was sober, I was I afraid I'd fall over.

“Ouch, you're crushing my fingers, Mays,” Gracie whined, pulling her hand away.  Olivia led us up the stairs and stood on her tip toes to give Jordan a kiss on the lips.

Jordan pulled away a short second later, his smile now tight.  “Welcome ladies, come on inside.”

The girls filed into the house.  Music was blaring and my bones reverberated with the bass.  I tried to slink passed Jordan without him seeing but his voice stopped me.