The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 33

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 33

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“Girl!” He roars, and it’s as if everybody in a fifteen metre
radius jumps a mile in the air.

In less than a second, I’ve
gone from being completely unseen to all but one, to the centre of attention.

Havoc ensues as boys turn rapidly to
stare at me openly, shrieks of a pitch that I didn’t even think was possible for boys are released and guys are jumping around, pointing at me and covering up their
junk. I remain curled up, frozen as I stare at the chaos in front of me.

I caused this, and I’m probably never going
to hear the end of it.

I cuss under my breath, standing up
from my position in the cramped cupboard and holding my poor back.

Just that simple motion seems to send the
havoc into fast forward.

Boys are shouting and cussing
at me everywhere and quite frankly I’m so overwhelmed that tears begin to p---k my eyes. Do not cry.

That will just make this situation ten times more embarrassing.

DO NOT SHOW WEAKNESS RILEY. “Calm down!” I yelp in the chaos.

Where the hell are Joe and Chase?

I spot them out of the corner of my eye by the doorway,
wide eyed and waving at me frantically.

What are they trying to say? I already know that I’m in trouble! They
don’t need to panic too!


“What’s this about a girl in the changing rooms? Riley? Is that you?”

My blood runs cold.

Holy crap- and I thought this situation couldn’t get any worse.

Alec freaking Ryder has to pick now to walk in and decide to kill me.

The moment where I’m on the brink of tears from shock, I feel completely and utterly exposed and boys are shouting at
me with words that are sharper than steel. Now.

He officially has to have the worst picked timing ever.

Alec steps into the changing rooms, and luckily the panic has dimmed a little now.

I think every single boy in here
is shouting at me to get out (in much nastier wording), but all I can do is remain frozen and stare wide-eyed at him. Do not cry.
You do not want him to see you cry.

Slowly I walk over towards the exit, with Alec staring me down the entire way. What’s the point of hiding anymore? I just want to get out of here. Funny, he actually doesn’t look that angry. He looks more curious,
and concerned.

But why would he be concerned? I’m
fine. He doesn’t need to worry about me.

I won’t cry: I’ve promised myself. I’m stronger than that.

“Gotcha,” He whispers, grabbing a hold of my forearm.

By this point, his friends have all disappeared; it’s only us two that remain.

I’m still a little too shocked to fully
comprehend what’s going on: I follow him without question.

He leads me away from the cramped, hot,
sweaty changing rooms and back out into the corridor, and it’s quite literally a breath of fresh air.

No more shouting and cursing, and there’s air conditioning out here! Taping a few gulps of fresh, clean oxygen I watch
him as he comes to a stop against some sports lockers.

“Care to explain why you were in the boys changing rooms Riley?”

“Chase and Joe,” I reply quietly. My tone is civilised and polite.

Maybe if I act polite now and run later, I can get away before he does any real damage.

A surprise attack.


“Did I even need to ask?” He chuckles dryly to himself,
“Anyway, are you okay?”

His question surprises me, and I don’t fail to show it.

My head snaps up painfully to stare at him. He’s not killing me.
He actually cares. Why? “I’m fine.” I say breathlessly,
blushing and glancing back down to the floor again.

I can’t believe it. I’m utterly in shock.

This, THIS is the guy I saw playing with his little sister. This is Alec. Not Alec Ryder, just Alec. I’m snapped out of my daze when he
shifts beside me, and slowly but surely I’m pressed into the lockers.

What is he doing? I glance up curiously and
freeze. Alec isn’t saying anything, he’s just looking. Just looking at me. “W-wh-what are you doing?” I stammer,
my cheeks flaming red.

Trust me to ruin the moment.