The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 35

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 35

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And so, I begin howling with (fake) laughter again, hearing Alec give an irritated sigh beside me.

That’s my signal. With one big gulp of air, I make a break for it. I
run so fast I’m afraid my legs won’t carry me, and that I’ll fall over. I can just about hear Alec’s cry of surprise behind me, but it’s too late now because the air is
whipping past my ears and I’m focused and
concentrated on my running, just on my running.

Dodging gym teachers and tennis balls, I sprint through
the gym as fast as my legs will go, fully aware of Alec snapping at my heels with his war growls. D--n he’s a
fast runner.

I rush straight towards the girl’s restrooms, seeing my escape.

Alec is mere metres behind me now. I’m
doomed, I’m so freaking doomed. In one last burst of adrenaline, I slam straight into the girls’ restroom doors and into the beige interior of the toilets.

A few girls look up at me in surprise, but all I can concentrate on is catching my breath.

I did it! I’m saved! Utterly screwed
for skipping class, but saved! I am alive! It’s taking all the restraint I have in me not to do a victory dance now, as I
hear Alec cussing from behind the doors. Thank freaking god.

“So Alice, are you going to that party tonight? I heard Alec’s going to be there.” The girl to my left says to her friend, adjusting her glasses and pulling up her skirt a
little. Of course! The party. Oh budgies, maybe I’m not as saved after all.

I forgot about that godforsaken event… do
I still have to go? Probably, to my dismay.
It won’t be that bad will it? Plus I can just call Violet if I need a lift home.

It’ll be okay- I can deal with a critical social
situation on my own. Alone. Completely.

Oh who am I kidding? Let’s just hope that luck’s on my side tonight.

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“This one?”[/b] Violet asks me for the millionth time, holding up a green dress by its hanger.

The detailing is quite cute, but it’s tight on the chest area and frilly from there
downwards.

I’d literally look like a pile of moss if I wore that- it’s one of those frumpy designs that I hate. “No,” I sigh, flicking over the page in my book.

The scene of my bedroom is a warzone currently.

With it being Friday night and all, Violet was determined to come over tonight
and help me pick out an outfit for the party.

I don’t really see what all the fuss is about to be honest.

What’s wrong with just wearing some jeans and my Beatles t-shirt? I could wear some ankle boots with it and I’d look fine and
be comfortable.

According to Violet though, that is a big
no-no. A dress is a must.

“This one is cute.” Violet interrupts again, hanging the dress against herself and eyeing it jealously.

I admit that dress is one of the better ones that I own.

I wore it at one of my mom’s work-lunches a little while back.

It’s a simple one shoulder dress in navy.

The skirt isn’t too short and the ruffles aren’t too prominent.

I could probably wear that dress, but the stubborn bone I have inside of me is determined not to wear a dress at all, so
of course I shake my head.

“Well that’s the last dress that you own so…have you got any cute tops?” Violet heads over to my bureau,
scanning through a few of the tees I threw on top of it in disgust earlier today. “What about this one?” The top is
simple, if slightly girly.

It’s a strapless number in pale blue
with a sweetheart neckline and a couple of wide ruffles below the bust.

It’s alright actually, but I’d have to wear it
with jeans.

I’m stubborn as hell, and I like jeans, so it’s just inevitable. “Okay,” I hum and Violet looks up at me in surprise. “Really? You like it?” That’s when the excitement kicks in.

Instantly she’s searching through my dresser, pulling out my best dark skinny jeans. This girl knows me well.

“Put these on,” She throws the clothes at me hurriedly, a ton of demand evident in her voice.

Sighing, I stand up and begin to change.
These jeans are tighter than my
usual pale ones, very slimming and dark. They make my legs look longer…in fact, I don’t really get why I don’t
wear these more often.

The top is a little harder to get on
without losing my dignity completely, but after a little bit of help on Violet’s part we had me zipped up into the
bodice. “Wow, that’s a major improvement,” Violet raises her eyebrows proudly, “Now all we need is some killer heels, some make-up and a curling iron.”

“Maybe some mascara and eyeliner, but no smoky-eye or whatever okay? And as for the heels, okay.

I guess since you compromised the dress, I can manage the shoes, but two inches heel tops. Promise me, Violet.” I hold out my pinky expectantly, and she reluctantly wraps
hers around it.

“I promise. Don’t worry though, we’ll get you looking stunning without a dress and heels and Alec still won’t be
able to get enough of you.”

“That’s the reason you’re doing this? Dork!” I hit her playfully.

She hits me back a little harder, and soon we’re in a full blown play-fighting match.

Of which I’m winning, by the way. Violet hits me one last time before heaving herself up and heading straight for my vanity.

“Let’s get you spruced up and ready for your big night.”

A lot of shoes, curling iron burns and scratchy makeup brushes later, I’m finished.

It’s time to go to this party.