The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 39

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 39

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“Why, don’t you look adorable, k---y.” Alec whispers in my ear.

His voice sends a shiver down my spine,
surprising me, and I turn around to slap him lightly around the face.

He grins playfully at me, knowing that I jumped a mile at the simple sentence.

“Don’t scare me like that you dork,” I scold him. He winks
playfully back at me.

The boys lead me up towards the house, and my eyes widen at the sheer scale of it. Seriously? Are this guy’s parent’s millionaires or something? I don’t even know
whose party this is, now that I think about it. Was I invited? What if they didn’t want me here? Oh gosh, am I intruding?

“Relax kitten,” Alec says, sensing my sudden shift of panic.

The front door is already open, revealing the bone shatteringly terrifying interior.

Music ricochets throughout the house, the beats bouncing in my feet as I stare into
the pitch black, struggling to make much out much of anything.

I can see the silhouettes of what seems like
hundreds of bodies dancing to the latest club hits in one of the rooms though. In some ways, the hallway that I’m
entering now seems even worse. There must be over a dozen couples making out and nearing you-know-what in here.

A girl is projectile puking in the corner; her top is completely gone, revealing her underwear glory. Oh my
lord.

I tag behind Dylan as the boys walk past the hallway scene with barely a glance, acting like it’s the norm. I, on the other hand, am staring wide eyed in horror at everything.

I feel like this party should have an eighteen
and over sign above the door.

Then again, it’s not like I get out much. For all I know, this could be the norm for
parties like this one. Shaking my head to clear my head, I follow the boys into the packed living room.

Vodka bottles litter the floor along with hundreds of crushed strong-smelling paper cups that obviously didn’t just
contain soda.

This really isn’t my scene. I’m so grateful
that I didn’t wear a dress tonight- I think I’d have really regretted it if I did, seeing the girls being perved on in their skimpy outfits right now. Yup, so not my scene.

Joe is the first to split off from the group. Instantly he heads over to a bunch of smoking guys in the corner.

I recognise a few of the jocks and jerks from my school.

Rolling my eyes, I turn around just in time to see Chase and Dylan blending off into the crowd in different directions.

A shot of panic bursts through me, and I spin
around quickly to see if Alec is still there, but he’s gone. Gone.

They’ve just left me alone! I knew this would
happen: I knew I shouldn’t have come. “Shoot,” I curse,
whipping my head back and forth in search for
someone, anyone that I recognise.

My cheeks flame with anger at the thought that the boys have all abandoned
me- they were supposed to be looking out for me.

That’s what friends do right? Some friends they are.

Behind the anger though, something twinges deep in my chest.

Hurt.
“Why the long face?” Alec’s voice shouts over the music.

Instantly, I whip around to see him standing there casually, and relief floods through my body, quickly followed by happiness.

He came back! I’m seriously
restraining the urge to bear hug him right now, but that might be a tad awkward, so I settle for a wide grin instead.

However, even my grin quickly drops as I notice what he’s holding.

A cigarette which he brings to his lips,
puffing out a sweet and seductive smoke that burns my nostrils. “Is that marijuana Alec?!”