“Yeah, I know the story. The guy was hired to get rid of the rats and then took off with the village's children who followed him while he played the pipe. What does that have to do with Jordan?” I was a little shocked that these townie guys were able to place a nickname on someone that didn't have to do with a sport or a body part. And then I felt crappy for judging them like that. What a snobby thing to think! I chastised myself.

Nathan blew out a lungful of smoke. “Yeah, well Jordan is the pied piper of pu**y.” My eyes popped out of my head and I knew my mouth gaped open.

“What? Did I hear that correctly?” I sputtered. Cole was cracking up at my response. Nathan smiled in a stony kind of way.

Cole slammed his hand down on the bar top in his fit of laughter. “You should see your expression Maysie!” he said, snorting. My eyes narrowed. Nathan put his joint out and dropped the roach in his beer bottle.

“He plays and the pu**y comes. These three sad sacks have gotten laid more since Levitt joined the band than they ever did before. The chicks love him. They would follow him off of damn cliff. So that's how he got the name Piper,” Nathan finished, moving away from the bar. Clearly his storytelling was at an end.

“Wow. I'm not even sure what to say to that,” I responded honestly. I didn't want to come across like a jealous shrew after just meeting Jordan's band mates. But there's something wholly unsettling about learning your boyfriend has been labeled some sort of pu**y magnet.

I handed Cole my empty bottle and he threw it in the garbage can with a loud clang. “Shit, girl. He's never acted on it. The whole time he was with that other girl, Olivia, he never hooked up with anyone. And now he's with you. But the girls love that shit. Eat it up like it's a god damn bowl of f**king ice cream. Think that maybe they're the one to get him to stray. It's like a f**king aphrodisiac. He gets more pu**y flashed his way than a god damn gynecologist and he doesn't do a thing about it. Has the will power of a saint if you ask me.” Cole was a dog. There was no doubt about it. And I really didn't want to hear any more about girls throwing their girlie bits at my man.

I felt my hands curve into claws in my lap. Cole laughed again. “Girl, you need to settle. Jordan is as clean as they come. Sure he looks like a straight up bad ass motherfucker but he's way too soft for all that shit. Anyway...you've got him whipped, so I wouldn't stress about it.”

I forced my hands to unclench and I gave Cole a smile. “Sorry. I won't go psycho girlfriend. I promise,” I laughed, calming down. Cole smirked.

“Well, that's a nice change,” he commented and I lifted an eyebrow.

“Oh really?” I asked, mining for the information Cole obviously had. Cole grinned, seeing straight through my dig for gossip.

He leaned in toward me again and dipped his voice down low. “Oh yeah. That last piece of work he was with was a straight up cunt. And I don't use the c word, well, ever. But that girl was all cunt. She hardly ever came out to our gigs. But when she did, she usually caused such a f**king scene, we'd have to ask her to leave. She was a jealous bitch, screaming and yelling if chicks even looked at Piper. He's in a f**king band! Then Jordan would get pissed and then there would be f**king drama. And sista, we do not do drama. And then there was that friend she would bring along with her. Now she was sort of fun. If you could get around the fact that while you f**ked her she would scream out Levitt's name. That'll deflate your hard on in no time.”

What the hell was this guy saying? I was totally and completely confused. “Wait...what friend?” I asked. Cole put his hand through his hair and seemed to be trying to remember something.

“Fuck if I can remember her name. All I remember are her naked tits that she would shove in my face. They were nice. Real nice.” Cole licked his lips lasciviously.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Cole chuckled. “Wait. Her name started with an M, I think. She had dark hair and was like amazon tall.” Milla. My eyes got wide. Milla had screwed Cole? And she had screamed out Jordan's name while she did it? This shit was messed up!

And Cole wasn't done with that particular story. He seemed to be in some serious reminiscing. “Yeah. She loved giving it out. She wasn't picky about who she f**ked. One night it would be me. One night Garrett. You get the picture. I guess I should have been turned off by sticking it where my boys have stuck it. But she was hot.” OH. MY. GOD! Milla had not only slept with Cole, but Garrett and Mitch and probably half the county as well. I wanted as much information about this as possible.

“So, this M chick. Did she come around just with Olivia?” I asked, trying to be nonchalant. Cole started picking up empty bottles from around the bar.

“Hell no! She was out here every time we had a party. Olivia never came. I always got the impression she thought she was too good for us. But whatever, we didn't want that bitch around anyway. She always killed Piper's buzz, so it was better when she wasn't here. But yeah, her friend showed up a lot. Usually looking for Levitt. We weren't stupid; we knew we weren't that bitch's first choice. She made no bones about letting everyone know it was Jordan she wanted. But he has never given her the time of day. And we didn't care, because bitch was nothing but kink.” Okay I didn't want him to continue. I had heard enough. And if he wasn't talking about two girls I absolutely detested, I would be extremely insulted by his continuous use of terms like 'bitch' and 'cunt.' Cole had no couth.