The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 15

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 15

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Alec leans down to fumble in his bag, before pulling out a pair of ear buds and an iPhone.

I roll my eyes as he
successfully blocks out the rest of the world, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes. What is it with boys
and the volume of their music, may I ask? Do they constantly feel the need to burst their eardrums with eighty decibels, or something? Heck, even I can make out
the lyrics to the song blaring out of the earphones.

I begin humming along to the song, muttering lyrics under my breath. Alec has a good taste in music, I’ll give him that. I’m a sU-Cker for Radiohead.

I’m cut short in my rave when the music ceases, and my head snaps over to Alec, who watches me with raised eyebrows. “You like Radiohead?” He sounds surprised,
but moody at the same time if that makes sense.

“Yeah,” I shrug, “They’re pretty awesome.”

“Good for you. Now can you please quit the humming?

It’s really annoying.” Whoa- bipolar much?

And here I thought we were capable of civilised conversation. Jerk.

“Oh my apologies, your highness. I thought you wouldn’t be able to hear me over the millions of decibels blasting your ears apart.” I retort sarcastically, matched with a hard scowl. Alec meets my glare with another of his own, and we lock into an intense stare-down.

When my head gives another painful throb however, I break the eye contact to lean my head against the cool glass of the window again. I would kill for some painkillers right
now.

And I still have another fifteen minutes left. Joy.
*~*~*
“Hey Riley?”

“What?” I growl in frustration, turning to the open window for the fiftieth time in ten minutes.

Tonight, Alec seems to have recognised that my patience is low and he
seems intent on annoying the living sugar out of me.

There he sits, slouched against his window seat with a victorious smirk on his face, which I’d kill to wipe off.

I deliberated closing the window, trust me, but he just pelted it continuously with bits of broken pencil and boiled sweets, and in a way- this is somehow the less
annoying option.

“Are you Google?” Alec asks me bluntly.

“What?” I turn to him, squinting in confusion.

“Because you have everything I’m searching for.”

“What the fudge Alec-“

“I was reading a book of numbers yesterday, and I realise I don’t have yours.”

“Alec, what are you-“

“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or do you want me to walk by again?”

“Alec, stop-“

“Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine written all over you.”

“Stop!”

“Stop what?” Alec asks me innocently, despite the malicious grin curving the corners of his lips upwards.

”Giving you compliments? Is a guy not allowed to hit on his crush these days?”
…Did I just hear that?

My cheeks flame instantly and I begin to choke on my own saliva. “Crush?! What?”

Alec stares at me plainly for a second, before roaring with laughter. “Aw, you actually believed me? That’s just sweet.” He wipes metaphorical tears from under his
eyes, the odd chuckle still escaping his lips. My face hardens into a humiliated scowl.

What a jerk. I turn to face my homework again, and begin to scribble down
the answers as quickly as I cab- uncaring of whether they’re correct or not. I just want to escape this torture.

It’s silent for a couple of minutes with just the scratching sound of my pencil on the paper, before Alec takes the chance to annoy me all over again.

“Hey Riley?” I swear if I hear that one more time, there will be nothing but a pile of ash left of Alec’s tiny balls by tomorrow.

“What?” I practically spit the word through my gritted teeth, sending the devils incarnation a death glare.

“The effect I have on you is just adorable, I must say.”

“What, you mean wanting to rip your head off your shoulders?” I say in a sickeningly sweet tone.

“Yep: you look like an angry kitten. And my god, that blush. I can’t believe you believed me.”

“Shut up.” I turn away again to hide the humiliation staining my cheeks.

“Hey Riley?”
“WHAT?”
“Is your face from McDonalds? Because,” He pauses to wink at me, “I am lovin it.”

That boy is just too infuriating for his own good.