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than that I wanted to punch Jordan in his stupidly gorgeous face.  He had been totally leading me on and that did not sit well with me.  I noticed that Jordan was making a point to stay on the other side of the bar. 
     
    He asked me out and he had a girlfriend!  One of my sisters to be precise and now he was avoiding me?!   Lyla brought me another Jack and Coke and I drank half of it in one gulp.  Gracie looked at me with a frown.  “You alright?” she whispered.  I gave her a weak smile and nodded. 
     
    “Fine, just tired.” I could hear my words starting to slur together and my head felt fuzzy from the alcohol.
     
    I wanted to get out of there.  But as I continued to drink and continued to get more wasted, I found that I wanted to confront Jordan fucking Levitt and set him straight.  How dare he make look like a fool? 
     
    The bar was heaving and after awhile, Vivian and Milla joined a group of Kappa Taus at a table near the back.  Gracie sat with me while I threw back drink after drink.  “Girl, you'd better take it easy.  You're going to feel like shit in the morning.” 
     
    “Yeah, yea,.” I replied, finishing my fourth drink.  “I've gotta pee.  I'll be back,” I said, getting to my now very wobbly feet.
     
    “Do you need help?” Gracie asked, laughing as I braced against the bar to steady myself. 
     
    “Nah.  I got this,” I hiccuped and headed to the bathroom.  After finishing up, I left the bathroom and found myself face to face with none other than Jordan fucking Levitt himself.
     
    “Hey.  I think we need to talk,” he said, his face unreadable.  Damn if I didn't still want to stick my tongue down his throat.  He was too yummy for his own good.  And that pissed me off even more.  I tried to move around him and he grabbed my arm.  “Maysie.  Please, just hear me out,” he pleaded, but I yanked my arm away, almost falling over in the process.
     
    “Get your hands off of me,” I bit out.  Jordan ran his hands over his face in frustration. 
     
    “I had no idea you were a Chi Delta,” he said.  I rolled my eyes. 
     
    “Makes it a little inconvenient I guess,” I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.
     
    I hated how hurt I felt.  But I had really started to like him.  And now he was hands off.  Life sucked.  “Inconvenient?  What are you talking about?” Jordan asked, frowning.  I barked out a laugh. 
     
    “You know, the fact that I'm in the same sorority as your girlfriend.   Makes it hard to tap my ass,” I spat out hatefully. 
     
    Jordan flinched at my words.  “Shit, Maysie.  That's not at all what I was trying to do.”  I felt like I was swaying on my feet and had to lean back against the wall so I wouldn't fall over.  That would just be perfect.  You know, make more of a jerk of myself.
     
    “Then what were you trying to do Jordan?  Because you asked me out.  When you had a girlfriend.  That's skeevy,” I said coldly.  Jordan sighed. 
     
    “I would have told you about Olivia.” I snorted.  Like I believed that.  Jordan glared at me.  “Will you just stop it already.  I'm telling you the truth.  Yeah, Olivia and I have been together for a while.  But I feel drawn to you...”
     
    “Drawn to my tits and ass, I'm sure,” I scoffed crudely.  Jordan smirked and that annoyed me even more. 
     
    “Well, you do have mighty fine tits and ass, Mays.”  I drew myself upright. 
     
    “You do not get to talk about my body in any way shape or form,” I hissed.
     
    Jordan's smirk dropped and he looked contrite.  “I'm sorry.  Really.”  I huffed and looked away from him.  This conversation was over as far as I was concerned.  I really wanted to knee him in the balls, but I held myself back. 
     
    “Maysie.  Listen.  I really like you.  Of course I'm insanely attracted to you.  I mean, look at you.”  His eyes roved over my body in a way that made me throb between my legs.  Stupid vagina!