The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 41

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 41

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“You finished the beer in the car here,” Dylan points out.

I push him playfully. “We shall never speak of that again.”

He grins back, saluting me. “So do you want to dance?”

“Sure,” I smile, following him back into the living room.

The back rooms in this ginormous house are quite a bit quieter, and that’s where I’ve been hanging out, so the loud music is once again a significant shock to my
system. I wince as a new track comes up, echoed by the whoops of the dancers.

Could they get any louder? Dylan
grabs my wrist, leading me onto the crammed dance floor, and I wobble slightly in my heels. Looking at him now, he’s really attractive. Heck, all of the boys are. It’s
kind of twisted that we all met through some underwear theft, rather than through school or through normal social endeavours like other people. But that reminds me,
I still need to get that damned bra back.

Stupid Alec Ryder.

“Alec’s been in a really bad mood all night,” Dylan comments as if reading my mind. He finally comes to a stop in the centre of the dance floor, ignoring the jostling
bodies surrounding us. “Do you know if anything has happened? Last I saw him; he had two girls kissing his
neck and the other giving him a lap dance. He’s such a manwh0r£.”

I chuckle, although the thought of the scene physically repulses me. “Nope,” I attempt to shrug it off, “I haven’t
seen him in ages.” I put my hands on Dylan’s shoulders and we begin to dance. Let me tell you now, this boy has
moves. Then again, it’s no real surprise to me- I swear he’s good at everything. “You know, you’re actually a
really good dancer. Is there anything you’re bad at?”

“I absolutely sU-Ck at anything creative,” He admits openly.

His gaze flickers to our feet, as though he’s
ashamed of the flaw. “I can’t draw to save my life, andalthough I like writing- I can’t write poetry, or stories or
anything. Mum and Dad put a lot of pressure on me to be perfect, but I guess I just haven’t got the knack for it. It
doesn’t really matter anyway; I’m the heir to a business, not a storybook.”

“But that’s so sad,” I frown, “Do you really want to run your parent’s business?”

“I don’t really mind, to be honest.

I mean, there are things I’d rather do but I guess I can’t really see any of
those happening. Besides, I’m good at math and business-y stuff.” He shrugs. His eyes are clear with honesty.

It’s nice to think that he feels he can open up to me.

I’m pretty sure most people don’t know the reason why Dylan is so perfect, so it makes me feel special to
think that he trusts me with this secret.

“I could teach you to do something creative, if you’d like?
I mean, I can draw fairly well.”

“That would be cool,” He smiles back at me.

The song changes again, a more fast paced and edgy one blasting
through the speakers.

Soon enough, I’m jumping and laughing with Dylan. He’s a pretty nice guy actually.

I always thought that he’d be a little snobbish, but he’s actually modest and sweet. Guess it just goes to show
that you can’t judge a book by its cover.

Just as I’m singing along to Avicii, however, Alec comes into the room. His hair is dishevelled, a crude smirk curling his
lips upward. Two girls are clinging to him. One of them is whispering in his ear, wearing nothing but a mini skirt that’s more like a wide belt and a lacy bandeau.

He turns his head to meet hers, and kisses her passionately, hands
clutching desperately into her blonde curls.

The other girl is running her hands down his chest, sU-Cking at his neck.

He staggers under their embrace. I can’t watch anymore,
and I turn back to Dylan.