The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 23

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 23

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Darting away before he can catch me around the waist, I stick my tongue out.

“Worst prank ever by the way.

You’ll regret it, for sure.”

“I think you’re forgetting, princess, that I’m the one who is currently in possession of your underwear.”

Oops.

How did I forget about that? I guess I’ve just been so caught up in everything recently…

“Whatever grasshole.” And the world’s sU-Ckiest comeback goes to…Riley Greene! Shock Horror.

“You really need to get a new vocabulary, Greene.” He
teases me, “Jerk and a-----e are all you ever call me anymore.

My name’s Alec y’know.

Ryder is your special
privilege only, so start using it.”

“I’m so glad we’re on a surname basis,” I say sarcastically, but a smile curves my lips.

Am I the only one who calls him Ryder? Wow. I feel special.

I was expecting a load of his guy mates to call him that.

I stop in front of my locker and take out my books, suddenly realising how much my mood has changed in the last five minutes due to Alec.

From livid fury, he has somehow manipulated me into a teasing and even…flirty
mood. How did he do that?! “Oh by the way,” I say casually, grabbing my chemistry book to add to the pile,
“I want my bra back.”

“No chance.” Alec shakes his head, leaning against the
locker besides mine. His gaze draws away from me, and he finally takes notice of the guys on the other side of the corridor.

They beckon him over, and he straightens from his slumped position beside me.

“I’ve got to go, Greene.

But you aren’t getting your bra back.” He blows me a kiss playfully as he crosses the corridor, “It’s totally face book
worthy.

Just like my post about you this morning.”

And just like that, my entire mood flips all over again.

“What?” I say in a horrified whisper.

“Alec Ryder, what
have you done?!” My voice upturns into a tiny shriek at the end, met by Alec’s evil chuckles.

Oh holy crap, what has he posted?!

I only added him last night! He has like,
over 300 friends on Facebook dammit! Just as my world is going into complete meltdown wondering what he’s
posted, someone speaks beside me.

“So, what’s going on between you and Alec, huh?”

I spin around quickly, slamming my locker door shut in the process.

Wow.

That was actually pretty cool. “Dylan!”
I exclaim, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Dylan replies suspiciously. His eyes flicker over my face, before narrowing further.

“Riley, why do you
look a cross between constipated and excited? It’s scary.”

Immediately my smile drops, and I raise my eyebrows.

“Well I apologise profusely sir for trying to look happy to see you.

Now can you please get your phone out? I need to see what Alec posted about me this morning- thus the constipated face.” Dylan obliges, pulling out (another)
sleek and no doubt expensive phone. I mean, are these boys made of money or something? Rolling my eyes, I watch as Dylan opens up the Facebook app, my stomach
twisting in unease. I hope he hasn’t posted anything too bad.

Surely Alec wouldn’t post anything that bad on there would he? I mean he’s teasing and jerky, but he’s not mean…oh, who am I kidding? I’m just in denial.

Eventually, Dylan finds the post after seemingly endless
scrolling down his news feed.

“Here we go,” he selects it
and passes the phone over to me, his lips curved into a tight amused smirk…like he is trying to hold his laughter
in.

Oh god, it’s bad isn’t it? And as I peer at the brightly lit screen, my jaw slacks in horror, because there, there posted in cyberspace for endless amounts of people to see…is a picture of me asleep.