The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 43

6 years ago

The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 43

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Gosh my head is killing me. I wince as I massage my temple, gulping down the soda like there’s no tomorrow.

Why is nothing working? I need to go outside, probably.

It’s just too hot in here, and I haven’t drunk enough- I’m most likely just dehydrated.

Staggering to the door, I clutch my head painfully. It’s
getting worse and worse by the second, how is it possible for a headache to form that fast? Out of the
corner of my eyes, I spot Joe. He’s sitting with his friends in the corner still, holding a can of beer which I’d say is
probably empty looking at his delirious state. “Joe!” I call for him.

The music is too loud. “Joe!” I scream louder, and his eyes snap to mine. By now my mind is whirring,
and I have to lean against the wall for support, so that I don’t fall over.

People are blocking the door. I can’t get
through. S--t Joe, please come.

As though sensing my panic, Joe jumps through the crowd rushing over to me.

My head is spinning and my head feels like it’s going to explode.

I don’t understand, I was fine before that
freaking soda- S--t.

The drink has been spiked. And with something powerful by the feel of it.

“Hey, hey, what’s up Riley? Lean against me. What’s happening?” Joe asks me manically, wrapping an arm around my waist to support me. Stupid f-----g Brad.

I’ll never forgive him for this. Why would he want to spike my drink? A-----e.

Oh god, my head. I m0an loudly,
and Joe snaps out of his panicked reverie. “Get her outside!” He yells over the music, “We need to get her
outside.” The people at the door hastily move, probably thinking I’m going to throw up. To be honest, I’m not
sure if I will either. My head.

I stagger through the hallway, supported by Joe towards the back door. The dizziness is slowly subsiding now,
but if anything my head ache is getting worse.
And that’s when I see him. Standing by the door with an easy smile on his face, as though this isn’t the one thing,
as though he isn’t the one person that could blow my mind into oblivion, and shock me to the core.

The last person I expected to see.

“Toby,” I gasp.

Black dots swarm over my vision, and I know I haven’t got long before I pass out.

The whole world is spinning, and my head feels like it’s been ran
over by a bus and drenched in acid.

“It’s been a while, princess.”
And then it all goes black.