The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 8

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 8

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“Of course you do! It’s only polite to welcome the neighbours!”

Little does mum know that I’ve actually met Alec already, and I’m not too keen to see him again.

I was absolutely exhausted this morning. Guess that’s what you get for
staying up in the middle of the night with a delinquent, a player, a prankster and a god. Lucky me.

I stretch on an elasticated friendly smile as mum rings the doorbell,
smoothing down my top and clasping my brother’s hand for dear life.

“Riley, why are you holding my hand? I’m not five,” Jack grumbles beside me, trying desperately to retrieve his hand from my tight grip. Suddenly, the door swings
open revealing the woman we saw yesterday. She grins happily as she sees us, before ushering us inside.

“Welcome, welcome! I’m Marie Ryder; it’s a pleasure to meet you!”

Her dark curls hang wild around her porcelain face, the exact inky shade that Alec’s hair is. It’s quite obvious that he gets his appearance from his mum’s side, although
Alec’s skin is more olive than hers.

I’m guessing that he inherited that from his father, wherever he may be.

“Indeed it is!” My mum gushes cheerily, and I smile at the sight.

Mum’s always complaining about how she hasn’t any friends living nearby, so this is good for her.

“I’m Ruby, Ruby Greene. This is my daughter, Riley and my son, Jack.”

“Hi there,” Marie smiles welcomingly at us, “It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ll have to call my kids down in a bit, so
you can meet them! Millie is a little younger, but Alec should be around your age Riley…Anyway, come on into the lounge and I’ll make us some drinks!”

I trail behind my mother into the living room, settling daintily at the edge of a plump couch as I glance around my surroundings.

The house is cosy and warm, despite
its lack of furnishings. Candles and dried flowers are set up on the mantelpiece, giving the fireplace a rosy glow.

As for the layout, well it’s exactly like that of our house, but the opposite.

Kind of like a mirror image.

“Do you take two sugars or one? Milk?” Marie frets, running a hand through her untamed curls, her bright
eyes flickering between myself and my mum.

“I’ll come and help if you’d like?” My mum offers happily,
and the relief on Marie’s face is immediate, but is quickly masked with denial.

“Are you sure? You’re a guest, I-“
My mum interrupts her with a firm nod, and together they walk over to the kitchen, leaving me with my annoyingly little brother. I glance over at Jack, to see that he’s playing his Gameboy. “Jack,” I hiss lowly, “That’s rude! Put it away, now.”

“But she’s not even here!” Jack protests in a grumbling voice, his eyes still focused securely on the brightly lit
screen of his gadget. I roll my eyes at his childish behaviour, “Jack. It’s rude.”

“Fine, I’ll put it away mom.”

I roll my eyes fondly at my little brother, settling into the sofa as I breathe in the tantalising vanilla scent.

As much as Jack and I do fight, he can be a cutie sometimes- both physically and in persona. Unfortunately for me, he
inherited all the good genes.

His scruffy brown hair and wide green eyes somewhat resemble my Dad, whereas
his faint scatter of freckles and snub nose are inherited from Mom. Even I admit that he’s adorable, but in my defence, he is the devil’s incarnation behind the good
looks.

“Here you are, sweetheart,” Marie places a plate of cookies on the coffee table which, from the mouth-
watering smell, I’m guessing are homemade. She hands
me and Jack a glass of lemonade each, and I smile gratefully at her. “Thanks, Marie. This looks wonderful.”