The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 22

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 22

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I storm through the corridors determinedly. My glare is sharp and focused, piercing into innocent bystanders who have no choice but to stop and stare as I stalk past.

The usual chatter that colours the friendly atmosphere seems to diminish under my livid stance, people parting like the red sea.

Good.

They don’t need to see this.

I cross through the emptying canteen, and that’s it.

That’s when I see him- the source of all my fury; the one thing my mind has been focused on ever since six thirty this morning.

Alec freaking Ryder.

There he stands, the manwh0r£ himself, surrounded by people as per usual (a fact that he is becoming scarily
accustomed to).

He looks different today, somehow. It could be his shirt, adorning that perfectly sculpted torso of his.

It could be his piercing cerulean irises, darkened with lust.

However, I’m betting it has something to do with the slutty blonde parasite (go figure) whose a-s is currently in his grip.

How romantic.

I come to a stop in front of the pair, unimpressed by the sheer amount of publicity they are receiving, and they don’t even notice.

Who makes out in the school corridor
anyway? Public make outs are simply destined to find their way on YouTube, does he not realise that?

Then again, I don’t really blame him. The bimbo shoving boobs into his face with her belly exposed is bound to cause a little bit of distraction.

“Seriously guys?” I drawl out sarcastically, leaning against a nearby locker and crossing my arms to emphasise my
point, “What happened to keeping it PG?” Instantly, they pull away as though only just aware of their audience.

A mixture of lusty looks and congratulatory wolf whistles head their way and heck, even Alec’s cheeks tinge pink!

Really though? Is it that hard to look around you and notice the camera flashes and whispering?

Rolling my eyes, my gaze trails over to the girl, who judging by her smug smirk, wasn’t as oblivious to the attention as she let on.

What a s--t.

I look on as she presses one last
lingering kiss to Alec’s lips, before walking away with a ‘seductive’ sway to her hips.

I give an unattractive snort
at the sight.

She looks like she needs a hip replacement.

However, it’s not long until my amused smirk morphs back into a scowl as I remember why I’m here.

I turn to the smirking Alec and grab his hand- pulling him away from the scene, away from the attention.

Honestly, how much attention does he need? Girls throwing himself at him all the time, guys wanting to be him- he’s only been here a week!

For a second, Alec allows himself to be
pulled away but it’s not long until he snaps out of his lusty daze.

“What do you want?” He suddenly hisses, yanking his hand back as though mine is white hot and pulling me to a stop.

“Are you kidding me?” I snap back angrily, “You know
very well what I want!”

Alec’s face wrinkles with confusion, and I look on- getting more and more annoyed by the second.

Does he honestly not know what he’s done? Surely he hasn’t forgotten the prank.

But alas, after a mere second of
thought, realisation crosses Alec’s chiselled features, quickly followed by a smirk. “Oh,” He states proudly,
“That.”

“What did you think it was about?!” I ask him incredulously.

Despite my annoyance, my voice is tinged
with curiosity.

How did he not realise straight away? It’s
not exactly forgettable.

He put every piece of underwear I own in my front yard for chrissakes!

“I don’t know, you confessing your undying love for me
or something?”

“Not going to happen,” I deadpan. Trust Alec to think that.

“So you do love me then?”

“Jerk.” I sigh, hitting him around the shoulder lightly.

“I want my underwear back.

Believe it or not, I was actually in a good mood this morning until I saw my underwear
hanging on the tree in the street.”[/b] He snorts at this and slings an arm around my shoulders as we begin to walk
the corridor towards my locker again.

“It was a good
prank though;” He muses aloud, “Wasn’t it?” He turns to
me now with a playful spark in his eye, but I remain adamant and shake my head. Unfortunately, when he
starts jabbing my sides, it’s hard to maintain my moody approach.

“Wasn’t it?” He persists, jabbing me again so that a small shriek of laughter escapes my lips.