Bad Rep
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Milla jumped in. “Don't blame Olivia for the fact that everyone on campus knows you're a whore. That's all on you, babe.”
“Shut up, Milla!” Gracie yelled, jumping up beside me. The noise level in the room became deafening. And I couldn't help but notice Olivia sitting there quietly, her face a mix of emotions I didn't understand.
Olivia banged the gavel again. “It's time for us to vote. Tania is passing out slips of paper. As a group we have to decide whether Maysie will leave the sisterhood. You are voted coming in, and you are voted going out,” Olivia said with an absolution that her face didn't mirror. She looked bothered. By what, I had no idea.
Ten minutes later, Randa, the treasurer, was adding up the votes. She got to her feet. “Thirty-five have voted for Maysie's suspension. Majority rules.” Randa didn't meet my eyes. And like that, my days as a Chi Delta sister were at an end.
“Thank you, Randa.” Olivia looked at me then and I saw something that looked like regret flash across her face, which confused me. “Maysie. The sisterhood has spoken.” I nodded and got to my feet. I felt like I had faced a damn firing squad. I was ready to get out of there. Gracie was crying and I squeezed her hand.
“It's okay, hun,” I assured her. Though I felt anything but okay.
I held my head high and walked out of the room. Gracie ran after me. “No, Maysie! This isn't right! You need to appeal this to the head council! You need to do something!” she implored as I opened the front door. I shook my head, too tired to hold it up.
“I'm not going to fight this. Those girls don't want me. I'm done. I'm out,” I said. Gracie grabbed me in a hug.
“This doesn't change our friendship, Mays,” she said emphatically. I didn't respond. I had nothing to say. “Let me grab my keys, I'll drive you home,” Gracie said, turning around. I reached out to stop her.
“No, I'll walk. It's not far. And I need to clear my head.” I told her. Gracie looked prepared to argue. “But it's dark,” she reasoned.
“I'll be fine. You go do what you have to do. I'll talk to you later.” I just needed to get out of there. The vibe of that place was killing me.
“Okay. Be safe, Mays. I'll call you,” she promised, her eyes still wet with tears. God, this was depressing.
“Later,” I called over my shoulder, letting myself out. Closing the door behind me, I sagged in defeat. I felt battered and bruised. I wish I felt relief or something other than the aching grief at how that just went down. Girls were brutal.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Walking the six blocks home did little to clear my jumbled head. I door opened with a slam kicking off my shoes. Riley came into the living room from the kitchen. She took one look at my face and came to grab my arm. “You look like shit,” she told me matter- of- factly.
“Yeah, well I feel like shit, Riley,” I said blandly.
“What happened?” she asked as I sat down heavily on the couch. I laid my head back against the cushions.
“Well, I've been officially suspended from Chi Delta. Sorority Maysie has died a tragic death,” I muttered.
“What a bunch of ass hats!” Riley yelled. I wanted to laugh. Ass hats. What a great name for them. But I couldn't make my lips move.
Then just like that I was crying. “I feel like such an idiot,” I wailed, covering my face with my hands, hiccupping as I tried to calm myself down. Riley put her arm around my shoulders.
“Why in the world would you feel like an idiot?” she asked softly. I dropped my hands into my lap and leaned my head on her shoulder.
“Because I actually thought those girls were my friends. And because I can't entirely blame them for what they did either,” I admitted darkly.
Riley pinched my arm. “The hell you can't blame them!” she said, her anger obvious. I shook my head.
“No, Riley. I get it. What Jordan and I did was wrong. And because I couldn't keep my damn lips to myself, my life is in ruins. Everyone hates me,” I moaned. Riley grunted.
“Not everyone hates you, Mays. Stop being so dramatic,” she said harshly.
She got up and went into the kitchen. She came back with a glass of orange juice. I downed it in two gigantic gulps. “I just wanted to be part of something, you know? I really wanted those girls to like me,” I said quietly, feeling the tears prick behind my eyes again.
Riley rubbed my back. “Babe, if they're so quick to turn their backs on you, then they aren't the kind of friends you want or need. Why are you letting it eat at you like this? Be relieved it's over and you can put it behind you,” she reasoned.
“I don't know that I can put it behind me,” I murmured, running my tongue along my lips. My phone beeped in my pocket. Pulling it out I saw it was another text from Jordan. I deleted it without looking at it.
“Jordan?” Riley asked and I nodded. She frowned. “Why didn't you text him back?” she asked suspiciously.
I didn't say anything, tossing my phone on the coffee table. Riley reached over and smacked my hand. “Hey!” I yelled. Riley glowered at me.
“I know what you're doing, Maysie Ardin, and you need to snap the f**k out of it!” she said, her voice hard. My eyes slid away from her.
“I don't know what you're talking about,” I denied.
“The hell you don't! Don't you dare sabotage a relationship with a great guy because you feel guilty. You can't live your life worrying about what everyone thinks, Maysie. Otherwise you'll be miserable,” she told me sagely. I smirked.
“Shut up, Milla!” Gracie yelled, jumping up beside me. The noise level in the room became deafening. And I couldn't help but notice Olivia sitting there quietly, her face a mix of emotions I didn't understand.
Olivia banged the gavel again. “It's time for us to vote. Tania is passing out slips of paper. As a group we have to decide whether Maysie will leave the sisterhood. You are voted coming in, and you are voted going out,” Olivia said with an absolution that her face didn't mirror. She looked bothered. By what, I had no idea.
Ten minutes later, Randa, the treasurer, was adding up the votes. She got to her feet. “Thirty-five have voted for Maysie's suspension. Majority rules.” Randa didn't meet my eyes. And like that, my days as a Chi Delta sister were at an end.
“Thank you, Randa.” Olivia looked at me then and I saw something that looked like regret flash across her face, which confused me. “Maysie. The sisterhood has spoken.” I nodded and got to my feet. I felt like I had faced a damn firing squad. I was ready to get out of there. Gracie was crying and I squeezed her hand.
“It's okay, hun,” I assured her. Though I felt anything but okay.
I held my head high and walked out of the room. Gracie ran after me. “No, Maysie! This isn't right! You need to appeal this to the head council! You need to do something!” she implored as I opened the front door. I shook my head, too tired to hold it up.
“I'm not going to fight this. Those girls don't want me. I'm done. I'm out,” I said. Gracie grabbed me in a hug.
“This doesn't change our friendship, Mays,” she said emphatically. I didn't respond. I had nothing to say. “Let me grab my keys, I'll drive you home,” Gracie said, turning around. I reached out to stop her.
“No, I'll walk. It's not far. And I need to clear my head.” I told her. Gracie looked prepared to argue. “But it's dark,” she reasoned.
“I'll be fine. You go do what you have to do. I'll talk to you later.” I just needed to get out of there. The vibe of that place was killing me.
“Okay. Be safe, Mays. I'll call you,” she promised, her eyes still wet with tears. God, this was depressing.
“Later,” I called over my shoulder, letting myself out. Closing the door behind me, I sagged in defeat. I felt battered and bruised. I wish I felt relief or something other than the aching grief at how that just went down. Girls were brutal.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Walking the six blocks home did little to clear my jumbled head. I door opened with a slam kicking off my shoes. Riley came into the living room from the kitchen. She took one look at my face and came to grab my arm. “You look like shit,” she told me matter- of- factly.
“Yeah, well I feel like shit, Riley,” I said blandly.
“What happened?” she asked as I sat down heavily on the couch. I laid my head back against the cushions.
“Well, I've been officially suspended from Chi Delta. Sorority Maysie has died a tragic death,” I muttered.
“What a bunch of ass hats!” Riley yelled. I wanted to laugh. Ass hats. What a great name for them. But I couldn't make my lips move.
Then just like that I was crying. “I feel like such an idiot,” I wailed, covering my face with my hands, hiccupping as I tried to calm myself down. Riley put her arm around my shoulders.
“Why in the world would you feel like an idiot?” she asked softly. I dropped my hands into my lap and leaned my head on her shoulder.
“Because I actually thought those girls were my friends. And because I can't entirely blame them for what they did either,” I admitted darkly.
Riley pinched my arm. “The hell you can't blame them!” she said, her anger obvious. I shook my head.
“No, Riley. I get it. What Jordan and I did was wrong. And because I couldn't keep my damn lips to myself, my life is in ruins. Everyone hates me,” I moaned. Riley grunted.
“Not everyone hates you, Mays. Stop being so dramatic,” she said harshly.
She got up and went into the kitchen. She came back with a glass of orange juice. I downed it in two gigantic gulps. “I just wanted to be part of something, you know? I really wanted those girls to like me,” I said quietly, feeling the tears prick behind my eyes again.
Riley rubbed my back. “Babe, if they're so quick to turn their backs on you, then they aren't the kind of friends you want or need. Why are you letting it eat at you like this? Be relieved it's over and you can put it behind you,” she reasoned.
“I don't know that I can put it behind me,” I murmured, running my tongue along my lips. My phone beeped in my pocket. Pulling it out I saw it was another text from Jordan. I deleted it without looking at it.
“Jordan?” Riley asked and I nodded. She frowned. “Why didn't you text him back?” she asked suspiciously.
I didn't say anything, tossing my phone on the coffee table. Riley reached over and smacked my hand. “Hey!” I yelled. Riley glowered at me.
“I know what you're doing, Maysie Ardin, and you need to snap the f**k out of it!” she said, her voice hard. My eyes slid away from her.
“I don't know what you're talking about,” I denied.
“The hell you don't! Don't you dare sabotage a relationship with a great guy because you feel guilty. You can't live your life worrying about what everyone thinks, Maysie. Otherwise you'll be miserable,” she told me sagely. I smirked.
