The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 13

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 13

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I wasn’t exactly sure what I was expecting Violets reaction to be after I told her about my weekend, but this wasn’t on the agenda.

A fan girl squeal? Interrogation?

Sure. But instead I’m faced with something a lot scarier:
Violet is thinking.

You might think it strange for me to be worried about that, but you don’t quite understand how opinionated Violet is. She’s really loud, really confident and she knows her mind clearly. Very rarely do I ever
see her thinking before she says something, hence the butterflies which have somehow found their way into my stomach.

“I think…” Violet begins- hesitation evident in her faraway, drifting gaze and detached voice, “I think you need to get
revenge.” Her eyes snap to mine, surely now, and an evil smirk curves those lips of hers. “He’s not going to give it
back- accept that and move on. You need to pull out the big guns if you want that bra back, and I understand why you do. I mean, that thing shouldn’t be allowed to
exist.” She pauses to wrinkle up her nose, before continuing with more excitement prominent in her tone.

“Blackmail him, steal his boxers embarrass that pretty little face of his and knock him down a peg or two.

That’s the way you get the bra back.”
I nod, fighting to restrain the evil laugh bubbling up my throat. Violet’s right- did I honestly think he was going to give it back without a fight? No, I need to get my revenge. “Should I be taking notes?” I tease her, taking a bite of my ham sandwich, “I feel like I’m at an army camp or something.” She rolls her eyes at this, settling back into the bookshelf as normal and taking a forkful of her own pasta salad. Unlike me, full time steak lover and meat-eater, she’s a vegetarian.

“So, how did the blind date go?” I ask her curiously, and her expression immediately drops from a half-hearted smile into a scowl. “Horrendously,” She shudders, “He had the table manners of a complete pig, he wasn’t attractive in the slightest and his name was Dustin.

Honestly, who would name their child that? It’s evil!”

I snort with laughter, catching the attention of a passing boy. He falters as he sees us, immediately blushing crimson in a cute form of embarrassment. His pretty brown eyes are shielded with a pair of thick back rimmed
glasses, and he wears a shirt two times too big for his tall, skinny frame. I offer him a friendly smile, which he shakily returns before taking a step towards us.

Violet stiffens beside me, and I glance over to see her blushing and smiling at the boy.

No way.

“Hi Martin,” She grins, “What’s up?” My face lapses in
disbelief as I watch the affair. Violet is blushing beneath that white face powder. God, why did she never tell me
she had a crush on this dude? I mean, it’s adorable!

Immediately my face breaks into a dazed, cheeky grin and I stand up from my position on the tatty carpeted floor.

“You know, I’ve just realised that I have an er….I have something to do! Er, you two go on without me.

Violet, call me tonight. We need to talk.” I wink playfully, which causes her to blush even more as she shoots me a returning glare. Aw, she knows that I know that she has
a crush! She’ll hate me for this, but hey, what can I say?

I’m cupid’s assistant…
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“Can everybody please get their homework out?”

I freeze. Chemistry homework? We had chemistry homework? My hands slap to my face in realisation. S--t!

Of course we did! What with all this bra business, my mind has been focused elsewhere.

I’ve definitely got a detention…I groan loudly, cupping my face in my hands
and wincing as I hear the snapping of Mrs Thompson’s heels getting closer and closer. Rest in peace Riley Greene,
because if the teacher doesn’t kill me, mom surely will.