The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 40

6 years ago

The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 40

☆☆☆
He stares blankly back at me. “So what if it is?” There’s no
playful ring in his voice anymore: it’s completely neutral and calm.

Judging by the defensive edge to his eyes
though, I’m treading on dangerous grounds. Obviously I disapprove of him smoking, but the truth is that I haven’t known him long: who am I to tell him what to do? I
analyse him for a few seconds, before shaking my head and sighing. “Nothing.”

A flicker of surprise sparks in his eyes as he absorbs my reaction.

I think he was expecting me to blow through
the roof in anger, and in all honesty I want to, but I haven’t got a say. It’s up to him if he wants to take drugs:

it’s not like I’m his mother or anything.
I watch him dubiously as he leans back, a puzzled emotion evident on
his face. He stares at me openly for a few seconds, and I look back unblinkingly. I can’t help but wonder what he’s
thinking about. After a while, he cracks an empty smile.

“Good.” That’s the only thing he says to me, and I’ve barely had a chance to register it before he’s disappearing
back into the dance floor.

He drops the cigarette before he disappears.
Something about small fact makes me smile stupidly.

*~*~*
“Chug, chug, chug, chug!” The crowd cheers around me.

I watch aghast as the person standing on the table gulps heavily from the bottle, undoubtedly spurred on by the
crowd’s support. It’s a boy from my school: Jacob Bachelor to be exact.

He’s already a bit of an airhead
when he’s sober but it’s like all of his sense goes out of the window when he’s drunk.

I’ve already seen him
tonight grinding against a table leg, and now he’s chugging vodka like there’s no tomorrow.[/b] That hangover
is going to sU-Ck balls.

“Hey.” Someone taps me on the back. I whirl around to see Dylan there, a coy smile on his face. “How are you
finding the party?”

“It’s alright thanks, how about you?” I grin back at him.

My eyes zone in on the lipstick prints on his neck, and I wrinkle my nose a little.

Yup, I’m guessing he’s been
having fun.

I wonder what the other guys have been up to. I’ve seen Joe and Chase around, but I haven’t seen Alec since our conversation and that had to be at least an
hour ago. Since then, I’ve been chatting with a few of the girls from my school, sitting on the sofa and texting every contact on my phone apart from Violet - I don’t
want her to know that I’ve cracked under social awkwardness yet again.

“I’ve been good. Have you drunk anything at all?” Dylan asks me curiously.

I can’t smell alcohol on his breath
either now you think about it, so I’m assuming he’s the
designated driver for tonight. I shake my head in reply to his question, and he smiles knowingly. “You don’t seem
like the type to drink a lot.” Seeing my face, he hastily continues. “That’s a good thing you know. It’s downright
unattractive when girls are off their head on alcohol.”

Nice save. I nod in agreement. “Definitely. It’s even worse
when they pretend to be drunk.

I don’t get why girls do
that at all.”

“I guess it’s to try and fit in?”

“Maybe.” I wrinkle my nose, “But I’m sixteen, almost seventeen, and I’ve not once felt the urge to drink
alcohol.”