The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 11

6 years ago

The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 11

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Sweet Metallica Lullabies “What’s up your fine a-s this morning?”

I turn to face Violet with an acknowledging grunt,
slamming my head into my locker with more force than intended.

I whimper as I feel the tenderness emerge in
my temple and my fingers automatically rise up to massage the pain.

Have you ever loathed something so
much that just the mere thought of it wipes the smile off your face, and instantly makes you a hundred times more irritable?

Ah, then you understand my mutual relationship with Monday. Specifically Monday mornings.

“You look like crap you know,” Violet comments bluntly, leaning against the lockers beside mine and crossing her
arms across her chest in a casual manner.

I shoot her a scowl in reply. “It’s not my fault that Alec bloody Ryder doesn’t know what time is acceptable to play music,” I
grumble under my breath. My hands dart angrily into my locker to retrieve my books, and I shut it with a satisfying slam!

Huh, maybe I should get anger
management.

“Seriously though, did you get dressed in the dark or something? Look at what you’re wearing!”

I peer self-consciously down at my pale blue skinny jeans and Beatles t shirt. My usual home attire.

I don’t have anything against this outfit- it’s comfy, casual and practical.

Violet, however, has a different opinion on my
clothing choices, and she never hesitates to make it known. “Not now, Violet. I’m not in the mood.” I murmur, rubbing the skin under my eyes in an attempt
to erase the bags there.

Sure enough, I know I look like
crap.

My hair is done up into a sloppy messy bun, and my converse are beginning to get tatty from overuse.

Personally, I blame my dishevelled appearance on Alec Ryder.

He was the one playing Metallica until god knows what time last night.

“So, news on the street says that you have a drool worthy neighbour next door.”

I cringe as we begin the slow walk towards Math, popping some gum into my mouth to cover the fact that I forgot to brush my teeth this morning in my dazed, sleepy state.

Violet chatters on obliviously beside me. “I can’t believe you live next to Alec Ryder.

Man candy, dude! Dammit, you’re lucky. You probably don’t even realise how lucky you are, you know that? Free stripping shows every morning and night! You might even -“

“Stop right there!” I hastily pull her to a stop. “There’s a lot you don’t know so don’t go assuming things.”

She raises an expectant eyebrow. “Spill.”

“Well basically, I was woken up on Saturday night because-“

“Riley!” My eyes snap towards the source of the voice, before widening in horror.

Dylan Merrick stands further up the corridor, flanked by Joe, both of their gazes trained
on my disgruntled form. Just at the mere sound of their God’s voice, people immediately zone onto me and
before I know it, I’ve gone from my safe spot below the radar to hot topic for gossip in the matter of a few seconds.

I watch precariously as the two head towards
me, shrinking back into the lockers and hoping to god that there is some other Riley stood conveniently behind
me.

“Hey there,” Dylan greets me with a small smile as he nears us, leaning on the locker beside me. “How are you?” Is he completely oblivious to the curious stares we’re getting? Maybe he’s just grown overly used to it by
now, what with him being popular and all. Suddenly self-
conscious under multiple gazes, I flush pink and tuck my hair behind my ear.

“I’ve been better,” My voice comes out surprisingly strangled and croaky as Joe steps into my only escape route.

I’m surrounded, literally, by a confused and most likely irritated best friend, a blonde jock slash nerd trying to make small talk and the guy who set the principals desk on fire! Karma really has it out for me.