The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 42

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 42

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For some reason, I’m incredibly irritated with Alec.

God, he’s such a manwh0r£. Can’t he see what he does to
girls? He’s playing with them, toying with them like toys on a string.

He uses them to get what he wants, and then
throws them away like a dirty Kleenex before moving onto the next.

What about the blonde girl he was making
out with in the corridor the other day? She’s forgotten,
according to the rumours.

Violet said she saw him fondling a red head yesterday. I almost punched a wall
when I heard about it. He’s such an insensitive jerk. I really shouldn’t be friends with him when he treats other
girls of my gender this way.

“Hey Riley, you ok?” Dylan asks me, his eyes flickering over my face with concern. I nod back, stretching on an
elasticated smile. “Cool. Well, I’m going to go and get a drink. I’ll see you when I get back, yeah?”

“Sure,” I smile, watching him as he turns away and blends back into the crowd. Here I am now, completely alone in the centre of the dance floor, fudging pissed off
at a certain Mr Ryder who’s freaking oblivious over there with his fudging sluts-
“You look a little lonely over there.” A voice shouts over the music, breaking my trail of thought. I look up to see
Brad Holdings, one of the nicer jocks at my school. I’ve spoken to him a few times in English before and he’s a
genuinely decent guy, unlike some of his cockier mates.

He doesn’t look like he’s been drinking either, surprisingly.

I smile up at him. “Hey Brad.”
“Hi,” He replies, smiling. His dimples show up strongly on his cheeks. I love a guy with dimples. “Do you want a
drink?”bb] He holds out a paper cup to me and my throat burns at the thought.

All of that dancing with Dylan has
tired me out; I’d kill for a drink right now.

I stare dubiously at the cup. Brad’s not the kind of boy to spike a
soda is he? Of course not, I’m probably just being paranoid. As if seeing my unsure expression, Brad hastily
continues. “It was mine. It hasn’t been spiked, don’t worry.”

“Oh okay then,” I smile, taking the cup and sipping from it. It doesn’t taste suspicious, just like normal lemonade-
although a little warm from the body heat in here. I smile up at him. “Thanks- I’m so parched from all this dancing…Oh, I like what you’re wearing.” I gesture to his
chinos and converse jealously. What I would give to be in my converse right now. He smiles back, once again
revealing those adorable little dimples. Brad isn’t a particularly ‘wow’-looking guy, but he’s quite cute. He
has mussed up light brown hair and hazel eyes, flecked with green.

Attractive but nowhere near as hot as
someone like Alec. Then again, nobody is.
Good gracious, did I really just think that?! Maybe this drink really is spiked

.
I take a few more gulps of the soda.

This room is so
freaking hot and I’m beginning to feel light headed. “I think I need some air,” I say to Brad apologetically,

“Please excuse me.” Taking steady sips from the soda and trying not to bump into too many people, I make my way to the edge of the dance floor.

I’ve never liked crowds, but that crowd is just too much I guess.

I quickly find my escape to the edge of the dance floor,
looking back on the crowd with nervous eyes. My head is beginning to throb- I think it took a real toll on me, that
crowd. It’s nice to be able to breathe again though, so maybe I’ll calm down here. I take in a deep breath, and in the process lock eyes with Alec who is sat nearby, surrounded by girls. I attempt to smile, if only a little, but
there’s no time because he’s already looked past me:
completely and utterly ignoring my existence. Oh no he didn’t. What an effing douche.