The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 21

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Revenge is Sweet

Alec and I spring apart instantly, and I land on the floor with a hard thud.
Ouch.

Rubbing my backside, I groan
loudly and attempt to shield my cheeks from the laughing boys.

Unfortunately, this doesn’t quite go to
plan because they’ve already seen, judging by the hoots of laughter.

Aw crap. Chase, Dylan and Joe seem to be in
stitches laughing, and I’m disgruntled to say the least when Alec joins in with their laughter and gets up to greet them.

Do you know what that means? It means I’m
sat alone in the centre of the carpet looking like a tomato with four obnoxious guys laughing at me.

Yay.

“Well if it isn’t bra girl,” Chase says in a teasing manner,
collapsing onto a nearby couch.

His eyebrows are raised
amusedly, and I shuffle uncomfortably under his suggestive tone. “Looked like Alec was having fun there.”

Awkward.

How very, very awkward. What they saw as a compromising position was actually a full blown war over food, which I was undoubtedly going to lose.

So much for dignity.

“Well obviously,” I wink playfully back at him to hide my unease. “Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?” Down past the nervous laughter and cringe-worthy jokes however, I am fighting to restrain the blush threatening to explode over my cheeks.

That would ruin my nonchalant act
completely, and I’m hanging on to shreds of dignity as it is- I don’t need further embarrassment through blushing
and stuttering.

“Oh I can think of quite a few actually,” Alec crosses the
floor towards me and leans against the mantelpiece,

eyebrows skyward. His tone is mocking and light, but all I can freaking think about is how…hot he looks standing there.

Somehow it makes him even more annoying.

Why can’t he be ugly? It would be so much easier to hate him that way.

Rolling my eyes, I quickly retort. “Multiply
that number by 100, and bam you have the number of times that you’ve broken a mirror.”

“That’s the best you can come up with?” Alec shoots back,
“Don’t deny you want me, princess.” He gestures towards himself cockily, and I simply scowl in reply.

I think he’s the hottest guy I’ve ever hated.

“Please. Control your wh0r£mones,” I retort breezily as I
stand up to brush myself down.

My nonchalant act still
seems to be going strong: that comeback was quite cool actually.

I pull my woolly sweater tighter around my
chest, looking up to see all of the guys staring at me in…

approval? No, that can’t be right.

Shrugging it off, I salute them jokingly. “I’m sure you ladies can take care of Millie yourselves.

You’re big boys aren’t you? I’m going
home.”

“Wait,” Dylan calls out as I turn to open the door.

“There’s a party Thursday night. Would you like to go with us?” My jaw slacks in surprise.

They want me to come to a party with them? I’m not sure whether to be
flattered at the notion, or whether to be disgusted that their bringing me along to one of their girl raids.

Although by the awkward looks and the way that none of them are
meeting my eye, I suppose I’m in the minority of girls being asked as friends.

I falter slightly and my hand
lingers on the front door handle unsurely. What’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like I’ll drink or take drugs,
and I don’t have to wear any provocative clothing…jeans and a sweater should fit, right? No biggie.

You won’t know until you try.

“Sure,” I hum in reply, offering the boys a glimpse of a real smile, before my expression morphs back into my
signature smirk. “But I’m expecting a ride.” And with one last cheeky wink at the boys, I swing open the front door and step outside into the chilly night.
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This is it, I think to myself.

This is the final straw.