The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 5

6 years ago

The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 5

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Come and Get it Rilay POV

My first instinct is to scream.

Unfortunately, the boy is one step ahead of me, it appears.

By the time I snap back into reality from my
shocked senseless expression, he’s already darting out of the window. He doesn’t look back as he climbs nimbly
over the frame, and my expression hardens from one of a paralytic manner to one of pure confusion and rage combined. “What the absolute hell do you think you are you doing?!”

Swiftly, I yank the covers back and swing my legs out of bed to chase him to the window. He gives me a single unreadable glance back before making the final leap
towards the opposite sill, landing so gracefully that a cat would be jealous.

My bare legs tingle with goose bumps
in the chilly night air, and I fold my arms across my chest as I turn to face the window. Inside the opposite room are a group of boys, all laughing their asses off,
barely recognisable in the dim lamp light.

One of the boys clambers up to the window, the breeze in the frosty air ruffling his golden locks. Dylan Merrick.

The school’s golden guy. He gives me a soft, reassuring grin which would undoubtedly melt any girl within a second. That category would normally include me,
unfortunately, but this time my anger seems to have immunised me from the vortex of perfection that is Dylan. “You must be really confused,” He comments,
taking in my mixed expressions.

“No s--t Sherlock,” I snarl, surprising even myself at my
hostile tone, “Care to tell me what the fudge you guys are doing?”

“Chill,” He raises his palms in surrender, “It was a dare,
no need to get so worked up about it.”

“He stole my freaking bra!” I cry, throwing my arms in the air in frustration, “He broke into my room in the
middle of the night, stole my bra and you’re telling me not to get worked up about it?” I ask him incredulously,
watching him wince at my bat s--t crazy tone. I had a right to be crazy though, surely?

“Very nice bra by the way,” Another head pops into the window beside Dylan, and I recognise the guy immediately as Joe Travis, the schools cheeky prankster.

He’s mostly popular for the amount of times he’s played pranks on the ex-principal- itching powder in her
underwear, superglue on a chair and stuff like that.

He hasn’t performed any tricks on the current one, but i think he’s waiting for the right moment to attack.

This guy is legendary in our school. He grins mischievously at me, “I do appreciate a girl who loves Disney.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, my cheeks flaming red. Of all the things, this guy had to steal my freaking Disney bra, too.

He couldn’t have picked a plain one, or even the pretty rose one that was stashed in my draw? Ugh, talk about humiliating. Surprisingly, most of my anger has
diminished by this point, leaving me confused,
embarrassed and a little bit overwhelmed.

“Look, can I please have it back?”
“Come and get it.”

“Fine,” I growl out of frustration. Stupid boys. I prepare myself to climb over the gap, before another gust of chilly wind alerts my senses to my bare legs and batman
pyjama top.

Goosebumps crawl over the pale skin, and I
wince as I realise I’m in my night clothes. Not exactly something I want to show the three most popular boys
at school. And I thought this situation couldn’t get any more humiliating on my part.

They want me to come over? Well they can keep frickin’ dreaming: it’s not
happening.

With a fresh sense of determination, I withdraw my body from the gap, stunningly aware of the fact that if I
fall, I am dead. Happy thoughts, Riley, happy thoughts.

Once I’m back in the confines of my safe haven, I fold my arms tightly across my chest and smirk in a small act of defiance.

Come and get it. Well they certainly did,
didn’t they?