Bad Rep
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“Same as every other rush, I suppose. I've been pretty busy so I've missed a bunch of the events actually.”
I looked at him in surprise. “I thought you were the president. Aren't you kind of required to be there?” I asked as we got in line to check out.
“Well, funny you mention it, I stepped down from my position earlier this week.” My eyes widened.
“You did? Can you do that?” I asked, taken aback.
Jordan shrugged. “Of course I can do that. I just have too much going on with this being my senior year. Plus the band is picking up more gigs and I didn't have the time for Pi Sig stuff. Plus, I'm sort of over the whole Greek thing. But don't say anything,” he whispered conspiratorially.
Jordan Levitt was full of surprises. “I won't breathe a word. Cross my heart.” I traced an 'x' over my chest and I saw Jordan follow the movement. I flushed as his eyes darted from my boobs back up to my face. “Will you be at the mixer on Saturday?” I asked, handing him his stuff from my basket.
He took the items and waited as I unloaded my crap. “Yeah, I'll be there. Wouldn't miss it,” he said, grinning. I tried not to read too much into it, but it was hard when he was looking at me like that.
“Yeah, should be fun,” I replied lamely.
I turned away from him and paid for my stuff. When I was finished, I grabbed my bags and started to leave. “Well, I'll see ya later,” I called to him. Jordan handed the teller his debit card and then reached out to grab my hand.
“Wait for me. Why don't we go get a coffee or something?” he said. I was torn. I wasn't sure Jordan and me hanging out was a good idea. But what could it hurt? It was just coffee.
“Sure, that sounds good.” I held my bags and waited for him to finish up. When he was done, he grabbed his items and then reached over and took mine as well. My heart swelled at the gesture. We walked out of the store and stood on the sidewalk.
“Where are you parked?” he asked me. I pointed to the aisle three rows over. “I'm right here. Why don't you meet me at the Cup and Crumb,” he suggested.
I nodded and went to take my bags from him. He reached out at the same time and our hands brushed against each other. I tried not to sigh at the physical contact as I took my things. “Thanks for carrying them for me,” I said quietly.
“Sure,” he remarked nonchalantly. “See you in a few minutes,” he called over his shoulder as he headed toward a Ducati motorcycle. Of course he had a motorcycle. Could he fit the bad boy image anymore if he tried? If he wasn't so delicious I would have laughed at how trite it was.
I hurried to my car, slinging my bags onto the back seat and threw the car into reverse. I realized once I pulled out onto the road that Jordan was behind me. It was hard to focus on the road when I really wanted to stare at him riding his bike in my rear view mirror. He looked dangerous and more than a little lethal, his face obscured by the dark helmet and his strong hands gripping the handlebars.
I was so screwed. Because I couldn't stay away from him, no matter how much I knew I should. And I was starting to not give a shit about the consequences. The fact that he was dating Olivia started not to mean so much. Because I wanted him to be mine. And that was clouding my better judgment.
I pulled into the Cup and Crumb, Jordan parking his bike beside me. I held my breath as I watched him take off his helmet and tuck it under his arm. I wiped my mouth, sure that drool had dribbled down my chin. He waited for me to get out of my car then followed me into the coffee shop.
The Cup and Crumb was a popular hangout for Rinard students and it was pretty busy. We approached the counter and I pulled out my wallet. Jordan put his hand on mine. “I've got this, Mays,” he said and I slowly put my wallet back in my purse.
“Hey Jordan!” The girl behind the counter squeaked. Her name tag said Molly and she was batting her pretty little eyelashes at him as he looked at the day's specials.
“Hey, Molly. How's it going?” he asked her.
“I'm good.” Molly puffed up at his attention before shooting a strange look my way. Everyone on campus probably knew who he was dating and she was wondering who the hell I was.
“What are you getting?” Jordan asked.
“Caramel latte with extra whipped cream, and two of the mini chocolate eclairs, please,” I said, giving him my normal order.
“Sweet tooth, eh?” he teased. He ordered a black coffee and we stood to the side while we waited for our order.
“So will Generation Rejects be playing Barton's again anytime soon?” I asked him as we waited. Jordan cocked his eyebrow.
“Why, have you decided to become one of our groupies?” he asked jokingly.
I huffed. “No way. I don't do the groupie thing. I was just wondering because you guys are sort of entertaining.” I told him coyly, shooting him a small grin.
“Sort of entertaining? You're breaking my heart, Maysie.” He clutched his chest dramatically. I smacked his arm.
“Here you go, Jordan.” Molly appeared suddenly, handing him our drinks while I took my plate of pastries. The girl shot me another look, this one not at all friendly, before turning to the next customer.
“I think she likes you,” I said as we made our way to a booth near the back.
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Molly is in my poly sci class, she's just being nice.” He dismissed my statement. I slid into the booth and sipped on my latte.
I looked at him in surprise. “I thought you were the president. Aren't you kind of required to be there?” I asked as we got in line to check out.
“Well, funny you mention it, I stepped down from my position earlier this week.” My eyes widened.
“You did? Can you do that?” I asked, taken aback.
Jordan shrugged. “Of course I can do that. I just have too much going on with this being my senior year. Plus the band is picking up more gigs and I didn't have the time for Pi Sig stuff. Plus, I'm sort of over the whole Greek thing. But don't say anything,” he whispered conspiratorially.
Jordan Levitt was full of surprises. “I won't breathe a word. Cross my heart.” I traced an 'x' over my chest and I saw Jordan follow the movement. I flushed as his eyes darted from my boobs back up to my face. “Will you be at the mixer on Saturday?” I asked, handing him his stuff from my basket.
He took the items and waited as I unloaded my crap. “Yeah, I'll be there. Wouldn't miss it,” he said, grinning. I tried not to read too much into it, but it was hard when he was looking at me like that.
“Yeah, should be fun,” I replied lamely.
I turned away from him and paid for my stuff. When I was finished, I grabbed my bags and started to leave. “Well, I'll see ya later,” I called to him. Jordan handed the teller his debit card and then reached out to grab my hand.
“Wait for me. Why don't we go get a coffee or something?” he said. I was torn. I wasn't sure Jordan and me hanging out was a good idea. But what could it hurt? It was just coffee.
“Sure, that sounds good.” I held my bags and waited for him to finish up. When he was done, he grabbed his items and then reached over and took mine as well. My heart swelled at the gesture. We walked out of the store and stood on the sidewalk.
“Where are you parked?” he asked me. I pointed to the aisle three rows over. “I'm right here. Why don't you meet me at the Cup and Crumb,” he suggested.
I nodded and went to take my bags from him. He reached out at the same time and our hands brushed against each other. I tried not to sigh at the physical contact as I took my things. “Thanks for carrying them for me,” I said quietly.
“Sure,” he remarked nonchalantly. “See you in a few minutes,” he called over his shoulder as he headed toward a Ducati motorcycle. Of course he had a motorcycle. Could he fit the bad boy image anymore if he tried? If he wasn't so delicious I would have laughed at how trite it was.
I hurried to my car, slinging my bags onto the back seat and threw the car into reverse. I realized once I pulled out onto the road that Jordan was behind me. It was hard to focus on the road when I really wanted to stare at him riding his bike in my rear view mirror. He looked dangerous and more than a little lethal, his face obscured by the dark helmet and his strong hands gripping the handlebars.
I was so screwed. Because I couldn't stay away from him, no matter how much I knew I should. And I was starting to not give a shit about the consequences. The fact that he was dating Olivia started not to mean so much. Because I wanted him to be mine. And that was clouding my better judgment.
I pulled into the Cup and Crumb, Jordan parking his bike beside me. I held my breath as I watched him take off his helmet and tuck it under his arm. I wiped my mouth, sure that drool had dribbled down my chin. He waited for me to get out of my car then followed me into the coffee shop.
The Cup and Crumb was a popular hangout for Rinard students and it was pretty busy. We approached the counter and I pulled out my wallet. Jordan put his hand on mine. “I've got this, Mays,” he said and I slowly put my wallet back in my purse.
“Hey Jordan!” The girl behind the counter squeaked. Her name tag said Molly and she was batting her pretty little eyelashes at him as he looked at the day's specials.
“Hey, Molly. How's it going?” he asked her.
“I'm good.” Molly puffed up at his attention before shooting a strange look my way. Everyone on campus probably knew who he was dating and she was wondering who the hell I was.
“What are you getting?” Jordan asked.
“Caramel latte with extra whipped cream, and two of the mini chocolate eclairs, please,” I said, giving him my normal order.
“Sweet tooth, eh?” he teased. He ordered a black coffee and we stood to the side while we waited for our order.
“So will Generation Rejects be playing Barton's again anytime soon?” I asked him as we waited. Jordan cocked his eyebrow.
“Why, have you decided to become one of our groupies?” he asked jokingly.
I huffed. “No way. I don't do the groupie thing. I was just wondering because you guys are sort of entertaining.” I told him coyly, shooting him a small grin.
“Sort of entertaining? You're breaking my heart, Maysie.” He clutched his chest dramatically. I smacked his arm.
“Here you go, Jordan.” Molly appeared suddenly, handing him our drinks while I took my plate of pastries. The girl shot me another look, this one not at all friendly, before turning to the next customer.
“I think she likes you,” I said as we made our way to a booth near the back.
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Molly is in my poly sci class, she's just being nice.” He dismissed my statement. I slid into the booth and sipped on my latte.
