The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 32

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 32

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“He was tickling me!” I protest with a huff, “Besides he hates me.

Especially after last night’s stunt. He wants my bones for bread!”

“Did you just quote Jack and the Beanstalk?” Joe asks,
eyebrows raised skyward.

Cue nervous laughter. “Ha-ha, no…”

Really Riley? That was the smoothest of the smooth.

Totally convincing. Why don’t you just paint your face blue and start singing smurf songs while you’re at it? I mean, if we’re going all fairy-tale s--t, why not introduce
a little bit of Rapunzel? Or Pinocchio?

“Shut up,” I mutter under my breath. I’m not sure if ‘m talking to Joe or myself.

“Er Guys?” Chase calls from the doorway.

My head snaps up at the slight tone of panic in his voice. “There are
some dudes coming.

Not Alec and Dylan, some guys coming in after their gym lesson. If they see Riley in here
they’re going to flip.”
Great. Just great.

“Ooh time for me and my cupboard to get acquainted!” I grumble under my breath, shifting off my comfortable
bench and over to the sports cupboard. Dubiously, I remove the door and clamber into the bottom amongst the dirty footballs and team jumpers.

It stinks of sweat in here, but at least the axe smell is less strong.

I pull the door shut in front of me, curl up into a ball and sit in the darkness, listening.

I hope these boys don’t take too long
changing.

The first sound I hear is the cheers and hoots of a team coming in to the changing rooms. Obviously. Boys are so loud. Do they really need to make that much noise?

No. I can barely hear anything other than their stupid hoots.

I want to know where Chase and Joe have
disappeared to, but I can’t hear a d--n thing. Where are they? “That was one kick a-s game!” Someone yells right
next to me, deafeningly loud.

Jeez, do they not realise how loud they’re being? The shout is echoed by hoots of
agreement, and I roll my eyes as I hear the clatter of soccer boots against the floor.

I’m going to need a hearing-aid by the time I come out of this cupboard, I
swear.

“Guys, round up any borrowed shin pads. I need to put them back in the cupboard.”
…Please be talking about a different cupboard.
I can hear the sounds of footsteps getting closer, and somehow it deafens out all of the other loud noises.

Cringing back into the shadows, I find myself holding my breath: as if that will make any difference.

I knew this was a stupid idea.

Why didn’t I just hide in the girl’s
bathrooms? That idea is so much smarter. Alec wouldn’t be prepared to lose any more dignity by going in there,
I’d be safe. Ugh, I hate Chase and Joe for doing this.

The footsteps stop outside of the cupboard and I can see the shin pad box being placed down through the gaps in the lining.

The underlying sense of panic is rushing in now.

Crap, crap, crap. Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?

It’s going to spread around the room like wildfire, and I will be a laughing stock. Crap!

And just like that, all my panicking is replaced by downright fear.

The door swings open, revealing a load
of half-naked, muddy and sweaty guys in a changing room.

Light floods the cupboard, meaning even the
darkest crevices are outright and in the open. They haven’t spotted me yet, but it won’t be long.

I peer up, wincing as I see the aghast face of a bulky soccer player staring down at me.

His hair is curly and pushed back
with sweat, his jaw is slack and his eyes are bulging impossibly wide.

Way to make an impression, Riley.