The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 3

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 3

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I head straight to my small desk, observing my messy surroundings in a small glance. The far wall is a deep purple, almost completely masked by posters of bands
and concert tickets. In fact, by my pillow, I have a signed My Chemical Romance ticket that my Dad got me for Christmas.

I think its second hand, but I really don’t care- it’s my prize possession. I practically went through cardiac arrest when they split up.

My bed is an unruly mess, as always. It is right opposite the window, which is in exactly the same position of that from the neighbouring house- meaning either side can see perfectly into the other.

What sort of a messed up architect would design that? Especially now that we have
neighbours…oh crap.

I tiptoe towards the window and cautiously peer around the window frame into the room opposite.

I fight to restrain a deafening groan as I see who’s in the room.

Of course it has to be the freaking boy. Guess my curtains are staying closed from now on…

Curiously, I tug my purple curtains further back to see that he’s packing away his things. It’s only this close up
that I realise quite how hot he actually is. He has a strong, chiselled jawline and defined cheekbones, making his face appear angular and dare I say it, sexy. Inky locks curl
over his forehead, matching perfectly with his pair of deep cobalt eyes.

He turns away from me, and I snap out of it. What the hell am I doing?

Checking out my next door neighbour is
one hundred per cent pathetic, especially seeing as we’re probably never going to talk. Well, not on my watch anyway. It’s not like a guy like him would want to talk to
me anyway.

By the first day, he’ll be one of the most popular guys in school, I bet. Having a sarcastic chick next door will only come in useful to him when he’s having trouble with his homework. Yay for me, right?

I shake my head in attempt to clear my negative thoughts,
stepping away from the window to draw my curtains and hopefully, block out the boy.

Putting on my music, I settle down to do some studying.

Yeah, I’m not a nerd but I do like to at least try and get decent grades for my finals. Call me a geek, whatever,
but I prefer intellectual badass. My maths final is the one coming up first, and I sU-Ck at math, so I guess I’ll try and do some revising for that. The Killers blast through my docking station, and I nod my head in time to the music
as I stare down at the equations in front of me until my eyes blur.

Excuse me for asking, but when am I ever
going to need simultaneous equations in life?
A text pops up on my screen and I glance over at it.

Violet is hashtag amazeballs: I escaped from that hellish date! I’ll tell you the details tomorrow