The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 38

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 38

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With a loud groan I bring the can to my lips.

I take a long, dry gulp of the disgusting liquid, closing my eyes
and letting my senses just absorb the experience.

Once I’ve drained the remnants of the can (not that there was much left), I crush it in my fist. Alec whoops beside me,
and the boys join in.

Already I’m feeling slightly more
buzzed, although I suspect it’s more to do with the thrill of breaking the rules rather than the alcohol itself.

Who says I can’t loosen up? I’m not uptight, and I’m certainly
not a good girl (not that I ever was one to be honest) – this is just part of the authentic teenage experience.

The alcohol burns my tongue with its putrid taste, but after swallowing the rest of it, I grin like I’ve just won the jackpot.

So this is what loosening up feels like.

“I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket. I’m, I-I’m hunting- looking for a come up.

This is fudging awesome,” I sing along with the music.

I can hear Joe and Chase laughing in the front seats, and Dylan is texting on his phone- the bright screen glowing upon his chiselled features. I’m feeling kind of happy
now, and the nerves have sort of dissolved in my stomach.

I’m not going to drink any more- I’m not
stupid: I know what I could get like if I drink too much- but at the same time I’m just enjoying the feeling of being
a little buzzed. Who can blame me?

“Do you not swear or something?” Alec asks me curiously, “I’ve never heard you swear before, now that I
think about it.” I shake my head in reply to his question, and he leans back a little, eyes narrowed in challenge.

“Say ‘f--k’.”

“No.” I shake my head, turning back to the window.

“Say it.”

“No. I’m not going to say it just because you told me too!” I scowl at him defiantly.

“Riley, say it! Come on, loosen up a little.”

“Nope.”

“It’s just a swear word, no-one’s going to arrest you or anything.”

“No!”

“Aw, why not?” Alec whines.

“BECAUSE I SAID F-----G NO THAT’S WHY.”
Alec smirks at me.
Smartass.
*~*~*
Ten minutes later and my buzzed feeling has almost
completely diminished, replaced with the horrible sickly feeling of nerves once more. I was wondering when they’d make a re-appearance. I stare through the window
in horror as we pull up in a long gravel driveway.

There are people everywhere: passed out on the lawn, dancing and making out.

Shoot- it’s exactly like they have in the
movies, which means I’m probably going to be raped, punched in the face or dancing in my underwear by the
end of the night.

My hand twitches unconsciously
towards my phone. Should I call Violet?
No. I need to face this at some point in my life; I might as well start now.

“Are you going to exit the car anytime soon k---y?” Alec drawls beside me. With a jolt of shock, I realise we’ve
parked.

The others are all climbing out of the dark car into the lit driveway, allowing me to get a better hold on their
appearance.

Chase is wearing chinos and a shirt, his eyes
a warm chocolate brown in the streetlights. Dylan, who has basically been texting the entire car ride, is wearing
similar attire, his angel blonde curls are shielding his face
from me though. With a big gulp, I jump down from the car, standing dubiously around at my setting.

Every instinct is warning me to leave. So many people in such a little place has got to be a recipe for disaster. My ankle
wobbles a little as I land on my heels, but I steady myself before I can embarrass myself too badly. Chase nods at
my attire appreciatively, blowing me a flirty kiss. I roll my
eyes, but I’m smiling.