The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 14

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 14

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“Miss Greene, may I see your homework please?”

“I-uh, I might have er left it at home? Can I bring it in tomorrow Miss?”

“Now, Riley. We have a policy at this school. I can’t just favourite one child.” Mrs Thompson sneers at me from
behind her thick framed glasses.
She’s never really liked
me, but the feeling is pretty mutual to be honest. She’s one of those tight, thin women who care of nothing more than discipline.

She even looks like one of those evil
headmistresses for chrissakes! Her coarse grey hair is pulled tightly into a coil at the back of her head, and her teeth are dashed with crimson.

How is it possible to apply lipstick that badly?

“Excuse me?” Mrs Thompson gasps, her eyes widen in sheer shock before brimming over with liquid fire.

Oh crap, did I say that aloud? Anger flushes her face in answer to my question, her hairy cheeks staining red as her pupils dilate dangerously.

Truthfully, she looks like a
rare breed of dragon.

“Detention!” She barks, her musty breath fanning my face so much so that I have to fight to keep a straight face, “I
will not have students disrespect me in my classroom!

Especially not when they’ve forgotten their homework!”
B---h.
*~*~*
My hand knocks timidly on the door of the detention room, and a deep feeling of disappointment stirs in my gut.

Cautiously, I take a few steps in to face Mr Harris, a fairly nice teacher from my art class a few years ago.

Quite a strange man actually. I mean, you just have to take a look at his socks and sandals to know that.

Plus, that ginger beard does not look appealing on him. “Take a
seat, Miss Greene, and complete the detention slip.” I turn to face the room, seeing for myself that it is pretty much empty.

Damon Charles- a greasy kid who smells like he hasn’t washed in weeks- sits in the back row.

Shortly to the left of him is a girl with a nose piercing and dyed pink hair who sends me a piercing glare, and then there’s the
couple in the front row who I can’t make out because their faces are attached. Fun.

I make my way to a seat by the window, a fair distance away from Damon’s body odour. Leaning my head against the cool glass, I attempt to clear my head a little.

After six murderously long hours at school, I should be at home.

But no, I’m stuck here in this dingy room with a couple making out, a dozing teacher and a girl who won’t stop glaring at me.

All of this, just for questioning a
teacher’s make-up application.

What happened to
Freedom of Speech?!

I wince as I hear the door opening, a fatigued sigh escaping my lips.

I just want to go to sleep, is that such a
crime? And preferably not by succumbing to Metallica lullabies. “Sit down, kid, and complete the detention slip.”

I hear Mr Harris’ gruff voice speaking, but frankly I cannot be bothered to move an inch and see who my new detention buddy is.

My head is killing me.

“Well look at what the cat dragged in,” a familiar voice chuckles beside me.

My head darts up, despite the pain,
and I groan loudly as I see who it is. “Just for that, I’m going to come and sit next to you.” Alec comments with
a smirk, clumsily pulling out the chair beside me and plonking himself down.

“Abracadabra,” I mutter under my breath, before pausing to assess the damage. “Nope. You’re still here.”

I’m not going to lie; I’m disappointed that my magic trick didn’t work.

Alec gives me a strange look, and I just roll my eyes, turning away.

How is it possible for a boy to be this
annoying? Silently, I fish my phone from my pocket as a distraction.

I have a horrible habit of scanning through
my messages to avoid socializing. Unfortunately for me,
no new messages have come through- meaning I’m on
my own. Oh joy.