The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 36

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 36

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I await the boys’ arrival nervously.

My ears are strained for the sound of the doorbell; my palms clammy and
nails bitten down to the painful limit.

The truth is that I’m not quite sure why I’m this nervous. It’s just a party,
right? People go to them all the time and I bet they don’t have to deal with this emotional anxious crap every time
they leave.

The thing is that I’m not sure if I’m nervous
exactly; I just have that annoying little feeling that something is going to go wrong.

You know that awkward little buzz you feel in your gut? Yeah, well I’m
trying very hard not to listen to it at the moment.

To be fair though, I am going to a house full of drugs, alcohol and h---y teenagers.

I think I would be even more worried if I wasn’t nervous.

Violet left about half an hour ago: she wanted to get back in time for the next episode of vampire diaries, no doubt.

She still hasn’t told me the name of her little crush, but she was texting him a bit earlier: I could tell from the smile on her face and her eagerness to reply.

I’m not going to lie, I’m a little offended that she hasn’t told me who he is yet, but I figure she’ll introduce us when she
feels comfortable doing so.

I guess I just have to wait- she’s never kept secrets from me before, and knowing
Violet it’s only a matter of time until she blurts something out. It’s kind of one of the things I love about her.

Speaking of waiting, Alec and the boys are late.

Only by ten minutes, but I’m afraid that if I sit here much longer I’ll have no more nails left to chew, and it will begin to get
painful.

I know they haven’t stood me up or forgotten me- Chase just sent me a text saying they’ll be here soon.

In fact, I should probably start getting ready to leave.

Unlike some people, I don’t like to keep others waiting.

I stand up quickly and pull my jacket over my shoulders- relishing in the familiar warm scent.

It’s one of my mum’s old jackets, a pretty cargo thing with a furry hood, and I love it to pieces: it smells just like her.

I patter into the hall in barefoot, heels swinging from my hands.

I can hear activity coming from upstairs- Jack is probably playing video games in the Den.

I told him and Mom that I’m going to Violet’s house tonight.

It was a pretty lame excuse but I think she bought it. Typical clueless moms,
eh?

The doorbell rings just as I’m slipping on my shoes.

My head whips up at the sound of the two note melody, and my stomach twists uncomfortably as if in anticipation.

But of what? I’m not dressed like a hooker unlike some girls, I’m a firm supporter of Pugs before Drugs and I
haven’t had a sip of alcohol in my life.

I’m not stupid enough to do anything potentially dangerous, so why am I so nervous?

You’re nervous that the boys will ditch you, and you’ll be all alone.

I grit my teeth as the thought enters my head. No, they wouldn’t leave me.

They may act like jerks sometimes,
but they’re decent guys, right? I release a breath I didn’t
know I was holding, opening the door and teetering in my high heels.

I miss my converse.

Flurries of hornets attack the lining of my stomach as I spot Joe.

He stands on the porch, his back facing me.

He’s clawing at the scruff of his neck awkwardly, facing the car that’s now parked at the bottom of my driveway.

“So you’re the one they sent to collect me then.” I roll my eyes from behind him, and he spins around to face me.

His hair is styled into effortless perfection, and he wears a crisp blue shirt over some jeans.

His eyes widen as he takes in my appearance, and for a second his goofy grin drops. “Yup. I am said unfortunate soul,” He smirks at me, before gesturing to my attire. “I must say though,
you scrub up pretty well; it almost makes it worth it.

Are you ready to leave?”