The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 19

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 19

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“The pits?!” I echo disbelievingly, laughter laced in my voice, “Who says that anymore?”

“I do.” Alec replies confidently, lifting his chin up and pouting.

“Anyway…wanna watch a movie?” At my nod in approval, he pauses to smirk, “Let’s see how a girly
chick like you handles a horror, eh?”
And here is when the clichés and stereotypes kick in.

There’s always that cliché stereotype that girls love shopping, dresses, shoes and eat truffles on their period (I mean, I’m sorry, but truffles are nice anytime for me.

Not just on my period). However, one of the largest clichés that really gets my back up is when men deem women as weaker than them- with less muscle, less brain and no backbone whatsoever. And that, right there,
is precisely the reason that the mere mention of a horror movie brings an amused smile to my lips.

Oh Alec, if only you knew.

“Paranormal activity? Nightmare on Elm Street? Smiley?”

Alec wriggles his eyebrows at me, and I feign a nervous face- bringing my nails to my mouth to add to the authenticity.

Judging by Alec’s victorious smirk, it seems
to work. “Or perhaps you’d like some final destination?”

Eventually he settles with Scream, thinking that of course a man in a mask brandished so often in children’s Halloween costumes will terrify a weak, sensitive girl like
me. I mean, does he know me at all? Throughout the
scary movie adverts, Alec keeps sending me sideway glances- observing my reaction, at which I pretend to be nervous.

Then the first scene kicks in, and I begin to
mouth the lines as the actors say them.
It takes a few seconds for Alec to notice but when it does,
his mouth drops open in surprise. I still don’t look at him
of course, only watching in my peripheral vision as my lips curve around the familiar lines.

But after a few more lines, the temptation is too much to resist.

“Who are you trying to reach?”

I send a smirk towards a baffled Alec as I say this line- his eyes wide and mouth slack in amazement.

He watches me, stunned, before finally fumbling for the remote and
pausing the film.

I turn to face him victoriously, cackling
with evil laughter inside.

So much for stereotypes.

He obviously does not know me well, or pay attention to me for that matter, because if he did then he’d know that I watch horror movies practically every night- and I know
most of the lines backwards.

Scream is not one of my
particular favourites (I find it a little repetitive and tedious) but I still know the lines for the first good fifteen minutes
of the film, and a few more.

“How did you do that?” Alec demands.

“Well, I watch movies you see,” I enunciate the words clearly, as though I’m talking to a five year old, “And
horror is one of my favourite genres. I’ve watched a tonne of ‘em. Test me if you’d like.” I smirk at him, and
his face hardens in determination to find one which I haven’t watched. Good luck to him is all I’m saying.

“Paranormal Activity?”

I yawn as a reply to this one, and his face sets harder if that’s even possible.

Gosh, I kind of feel sorry for him-
he’s not going to get one.

“Insidious?”
“I can quote it backwards.”
“Carrie?”