The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 6

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 6

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“I’m not coming to get it.” I announce the words smugly,
but my blue eyes soon mist precariously as Dylan slumps against the wall with a smirk of his own. “No?”

“No,” I confirm proudly. “For a start, why should I?

You people stole it in the first place; you can bloody well give it back.” I hold up one finger, before raising another.

“Secondly, I’m in my pyjamas.”

“Change.” Joe leans across the gap, facing me as close as he dare.

His eyes glint with challenge; as if he’s daring me to come across the gap.

His fists are clenched so tight on
the window that the knuckles have turned white.

My eyes narrow onto his.

“Dude, did I just hear the word change?” I’m on the brink of temptation to push Joe away when another head
joins the window. Chase Thatcher himself narrows his eyes onto me, before sending me a playful wink, “Go
right ahead, sweetie. Don’t mind me.” Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Chase- the school’s most notorious player.

He throws girls away like dirty Kleenex
tissues, yet still manages to get them to fall for his charm again and again. Suffice to say, Violet and I steer well clear of his clique.

“Pervert,” Dylan mumbles, interrupting my trail of thought by punching Chase on the arm.

“Be careful there, Merrick, or you might just hurt my feelings.”

“Nah, your ego is way too big for that.” The boys clear from the window, one by one, allowing me to scan the
scene quickly.

My eyes immediately settle onto the boy
who stole my bra, a.k.a my hot neighbour, and my curious gaze morphs into a heated glare. Who the hell does he think he is? He glances over at me, but before he
has the chance to say or do anything, I’m hitching my legs over the sill and sitting precariously on my window
seat. I turn to Dylan first.

“Where is it?”

He just shrugs innocently in reply.

I never really expected him to have it, anyway. Let me fill you in here.

Dylan Merrick is golden at our school. Perfect looks, perfect personality, perfect grades. He’s the least likely to have
the bra out of the boys.

Quarterback of the football team,
school councillor and full time rich nerd were never things I thought would come together, but alas, I have been proved wrong in the epitome of perfect that is Dylan Christopher Merrick. Yay.

I look to Joe next, with his scruffy brown hair that somehow makes him even cuter, and his clear blue eyes which almost always have a glint of mischief hidden in
their depths.

To be honest, I’m not all that shocked that
this boy seems to already have befriended the three most popular guys at school. It was expected right? Typical cliché.

Joe simply shakes his head at my inquisitive
expression, as does Chase, leaving me with one suspect left.

Unsurprisingly, it’s the boy who committed the crime.

I look to him for my answer, and sure enough I receive it…in the form of a smirk.

Of course.

After all, who else could it be? “You know
where my bra is?” I ask him tiredly, running a hand through my knotted bed hair.

“Might do.”

“Are you going to give it back, or am I wasting my time?” I ask, unable to stop the irritation seeping into my voice.

What the hell am I doing here? I could be curled up in bed right now, happily lost in beautiful, beautiful slumber.

Yet here I am, on a school night, trying to get
my bra back from the three most popular guys at school and my hot next door neighbour.

Not exactly a normal occurrence, eh?

“He’s not going to give it back. Just so you know,” Chase pipes in, rolling his eyes at his smug friend, “Anyway…
what’s your name gorgeous?”