Bad Rep
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“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.
“Good to see you, Mays.” I looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. His eyes were sparkling as they took me in and I had to force myself to look away.
“Thanks,” I mumbled before hurrying after Gracie and Vivian.
The Pi Sig guys converged on us as we entered the house. Soon, people began pairing off to dance. Gracie had gone off with Eric, her date, and Vivian had latched herself onto some guy I didn't know that well, leaving me the lonely wallflower. Just fantastic.
I felt a little out of place and I wished I had taken Gracie's advice and come with a date. Arriving solo to these events sucked giant monkey cock.
I found the keg on the screened in porch. I poured myself a cup and took a few sips. Ah, cheap beer. I'd rather drink cat piss.
“You gonna drink that or what?” someone asked. I turned around as Gio came in. He really was one of the smarmiest guys I had ever met. He just oozed cheese.
I tipped my cup in his direction. “Cheers,” I said, emptying some of the crappy beer into my mouth. I tried not to grimace at the taste.
Gio took my cup and put it down. “Come dance.” He pulled on my hand and I let him. I tripped over a piece of linoleum popping up from the floor in his haste to haul me out of the kitchen. I toppled forward but Gio caught me around the waist.
“Easy there, babe,” he teased, leaning into me. Oh crap was he trying to make a move? The sound of giggling snapped Gio out of it. I used Gio's arms to right myself and looked over at the doorway. Olivia and Jordan had come in. Olivia was hanging off of Jordan's arm.
“Gio, your moves are worse than ever. Leave poor Maysie alone.” She laughed and I gave her a smile.
“Oh, I can handle him. No worries.” Oops, that came out all wrong.
Gio wound his arm around my waist. “Oh, you can handle me alright,” he purred in my ear. Yuck! I tried to shove him back.
“I think she wants you to let her go, G,” Jordan said tightly. Gio dropped his arm and I looked at Jordan. His face was dark and if looks could kill, Gio would be ten feet under by now.
Gio laughed. “No harm, no foul. Can't blame a boy for tryin'.” Gio put his hands up in mock surrender. “I still want that dance though. I promise to be good.” Gio grinned at me and my eyes darted to Jordan again.
Our eyes connected and he looked pretty pissed. For a second I wavered, tempted to tell Gio to forget about it. But then I looked down at Olivia wrapped around his arm like a f**king octopus and felt my own anger flare up.
“Sounds good Gio. But only if you promise to be naughty.” I dropped my voice into a seductive whisper, never taking my eyes from Jordan. Something sparked in his deep blue eyes and I swallowed hard.
“Hell yeah!” Gio hooted, pulling me out of the kitchen before Jordan could react. Was I imagining the hurt look he gave me as I was pulled out into the living room? What the hell did he have to be hurt about? Stupid boy with his stupid girlfriend.
Okay, leading Gio on to make Jordan jealous was definitely one of my more idiotic ideas. Because once encouraged, the boy just wouldn't give up. I danced with him for one song, but when I declined a second he wouldn't take no for an answer.
“Gio, give it up. I'm done dancing with you!” I told him harshly, shoving him in the chest as he tried to mash our bodies together. He was wearing way too much cologne and it made me dizzy.
“But you told me to be naughty, Mays. I ain't shown you nothin' yet.” He licked his lips and I tried to back away again. Suddenly a hand came around and pulled Gio by the upper arm.
“I believe she said to back off, Gio. Now stop being a f**king ra**st and get the hell out of here.” Of course it was Jordan. Who the else would come riding to my rescue while his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend looked on with obvious confusion?
“Dude, what's with the c**k block?” Gio asked, his face going red and I worried there was about to be a fight. Both guys were obviously inebriated. And if I knew anything, it was that alcohol and testosterone did not mix. I wedged my body between them, facing Gio.
“Cock block, really? I don't think your c**k is getting anywhere near me. So don't worry about it.” I flicked my hands in a shooing gesture. Gio's eyes narrowed.
“Whatever, bitch.” And he stormed off.
“I need to go teach that shit some manners,” Jordan growled, ready to go after him. I grabbed a hold of Jordan's arm to stop him.
“Jordan. Chill out.” He stilled and looked down at me. We stood there staring at each other for a minute and I realized I was still holding onto his arm. Feeling self-conscious, I dropped my hand and wiped my clammy palm on the skirt of my dress.
“Thanks,” I said a little shyly. Jordan gave me cute half smile.
“Anything for you, Mays,” he said quietly and I had to seriously suppress the urge to jump up and down. This boy was my complete undoing.
“Thanks for helping out our girl, Mays. But I think she could have handled herself.” Olivia said a little cooly, appearing beside us. I took a quick step back, making sure there was an appropriate amount of space between Jordan and me.
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.
“Good to see you, Mays.” I looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. His eyes were sparkling as they took me in and I had to force myself to look away.
“Thanks,” I mumbled before hurrying after Gracie and Vivian.
The Pi Sig guys converged on us as we entered the house. Soon, people began pairing off to dance. Gracie had gone off with Eric, her date, and Vivian had latched herself onto some guy I didn't know that well, leaving me the lonely wallflower. Just fantastic.
I felt a little out of place and I wished I had taken Gracie's advice and come with a date. Arriving solo to these events sucked giant monkey cock.
I found the keg on the screened in porch. I poured myself a cup and took a few sips. Ah, cheap beer. I'd rather drink cat piss.
“You gonna drink that or what?” someone asked. I turned around as Gio came in. He really was one of the smarmiest guys I had ever met. He just oozed cheese.
I tipped my cup in his direction. “Cheers,” I said, emptying some of the crappy beer into my mouth. I tried not to grimace at the taste.
Gio took my cup and put it down. “Come dance.” He pulled on my hand and I let him. I tripped over a piece of linoleum popping up from the floor in his haste to haul me out of the kitchen. I toppled forward but Gio caught me around the waist.
“Easy there, babe,” he teased, leaning into me. Oh crap was he trying to make a move? The sound of giggling snapped Gio out of it. I used Gio's arms to right myself and looked over at the doorway. Olivia and Jordan had come in. Olivia was hanging off of Jordan's arm.
“Gio, your moves are worse than ever. Leave poor Maysie alone.” She laughed and I gave her a smile.
“Oh, I can handle him. No worries.” Oops, that came out all wrong.
Gio wound his arm around my waist. “Oh, you can handle me alright,” he purred in my ear. Yuck! I tried to shove him back.
“I think she wants you to let her go, G,” Jordan said tightly. Gio dropped his arm and I looked at Jordan. His face was dark and if looks could kill, Gio would be ten feet under by now.
Gio laughed. “No harm, no foul. Can't blame a boy for tryin'.” Gio put his hands up in mock surrender. “I still want that dance though. I promise to be good.” Gio grinned at me and my eyes darted to Jordan again.
Our eyes connected and he looked pretty pissed. For a second I wavered, tempted to tell Gio to forget about it. But then I looked down at Olivia wrapped around his arm like a f**king octopus and felt my own anger flare up.
“Sounds good Gio. But only if you promise to be naughty.” I dropped my voice into a seductive whisper, never taking my eyes from Jordan. Something sparked in his deep blue eyes and I swallowed hard.
“Hell yeah!” Gio hooted, pulling me out of the kitchen before Jordan could react. Was I imagining the hurt look he gave me as I was pulled out into the living room? What the hell did he have to be hurt about? Stupid boy with his stupid girlfriend.
Okay, leading Gio on to make Jordan jealous was definitely one of my more idiotic ideas. Because once encouraged, the boy just wouldn't give up. I danced with him for one song, but when I declined a second he wouldn't take no for an answer.
“Gio, give it up. I'm done dancing with you!” I told him harshly, shoving him in the chest as he tried to mash our bodies together. He was wearing way too much cologne and it made me dizzy.
“But you told me to be naughty, Mays. I ain't shown you nothin' yet.” He licked his lips and I tried to back away again. Suddenly a hand came around and pulled Gio by the upper arm.
“I believe she said to back off, Gio. Now stop being a f**king ra**st and get the hell out of here.” Of course it was Jordan. Who the else would come riding to my rescue while his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend looked on with obvious confusion?
“Dude, what's with the c**k block?” Gio asked, his face going red and I worried there was about to be a fight. Both guys were obviously inebriated. And if I knew anything, it was that alcohol and testosterone did not mix. I wedged my body between them, facing Gio.
“Cock block, really? I don't think your c**k is getting anywhere near me. So don't worry about it.” I flicked my hands in a shooing gesture. Gio's eyes narrowed.
“Whatever, bitch.” And he stormed off.
“I need to go teach that shit some manners,” Jordan growled, ready to go after him. I grabbed a hold of Jordan's arm to stop him.
“Jordan. Chill out.” He stilled and looked down at me. We stood there staring at each other for a minute and I realized I was still holding onto his arm. Feeling self-conscious, I dropped my hand and wiped my clammy palm on the skirt of my dress.
“Thanks,” I said a little shyly. Jordan gave me cute half smile.
“Anything for you, Mays,” he said quietly and I had to seriously suppress the urge to jump up and down. This boy was my complete undoing.
“Thanks for helping out our girl, Mays. But I think she could have handled herself.” Olivia said a little cooly, appearing beside us. I took a quick step back, making sure there was an appropriate amount of space between Jordan and me.
