The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 12

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 12

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“So has Ryder given it back yet?” Joe asks me curiously, shooting a sideways glance to a very overwhelmed Violet.

Her face is puckered in confusion, and it would take a blind man not to see the interrogation I have to look forward to. Yay. “Nope,” I grumble disappointedly.
Yesterday, when I was around his house, I took the valuable time to search for my bra in his room.

We were there for an hour and I still couldn’t find it.

And the worst part?

All throughout that hour, he simply watched me get more and more irritated, and he smirked.

Infuriating jerk hole.

“You know I could help you get him back…” A spark of excitement flares in Joe’s eyes as he says the dreaded
words.

“Er, no thanks.” I chuckle uneasily, “Helping isn’t really your forte. Your forte would be fire, danger and exclusion.”

“I’m just a dial tone away if you change your mind,” Joe winks playfully.

Beside me, Violet cringes and straightens
from her slumped statuesque against the lockers.

“Excuse me?” She butts in, “Have I missed something here? Last
Friday you didn’t even know she existed and now you’re flirting? What happened on Saturday night?”
Silence.

“Care to share, Riley?” Her tone is demanding, and I catch the tail end of a scrutinizing glare which makes me wince.

I look to Joe and Dylan for help, but remain unsuccessful.

Dylan shifts uncomfortably under my pleading gaze, and Joe just grins, amused by the situation.

Just me, then.

I take a deep breath. I’m gonna need it.

“Basically Chase, Dylan and Joe were at Alec’s house having a little party or something. I was asleep, but I woke up and Alec was in my room and he had my bra!

He ran across the window before I could stop him, and that’s how I was introduced to the others.

They stole my bra, Vi- that’s how I know them. Now if you’ll excuse
me…”

I scarper hastily away from the scene and without another word, escape into my maths classroom.

Yeah I wish.

“What?” Violet shrieks, her voice pierces the humid air as she locks my forearm in a steely grip, yanking me back
towards her none too gently. “Alec Ryder stole your bra?

Why? Have you got it back? How does he know the others? What did you talk about? How-“

“I will answer any questions you have in math, just please don’t decapitate me.” My voice comes out robotic and automated, rehearsed almost. Ah who am I kidding?

I’ve said the same sentence about fifty times over.

I have a tendency to forget about telling my best friend everything that happens in my life, sue me.

“Okay,” Violet agrees reluctantly, eyes narrowing. “But I want every single detail. Capiche?”

“Er, we’re just going to go now…” Dylan hums beside me, and my head snaps towards him.

To be honest, I completely forgot him and Joe were there…I nod in confirmation, offering the pair a small smile as they walk
away. I guess they aren’t that bad after all.

I turn back to Violet with my hands in automatic surrender. “I know I
should’ve called you, I’m sorry. I was too busy eating and sleeping.

I tell you everything about my weekend, and you describe this disastrous blind date. Deal?” She ponders my request jokingly, scratching her chinny chin chin. “Deal.”
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“And that’s my sad, sad tale.” I finish off, peering warily around the cosy library interior to check that I’m not
about to get booted out anytime soon for talking.

Although we are hidden in the furthest corner of the library, the librarian has ears like a hawk, and I hate the
idea of her listening to us from behind that lacquered desk of hers. My ears pick up on no sounds, luckily, and I sigh in relief as I turn back to Violet, but the sigh quickly
diminishes in my throat as I take note of her expression.