The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 45

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 45

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“Thank you,” I say gratefully, grabbing the pills in a heartbeat, “My head is killing me. The funny thing is, I don’t even remember what happened!” I chuckle dryly,

“Do you know what happened? Where am I?”

“You don’t remember who gave you that headache?”

Alec questions carefully.

His jaw tightens into a knot and his eyes turn steely at the statement. I observe his
reaction closely. What is he so mad about? And what’s this about someone giving me the headache? I assumed I’d just tripped over the floor or something…but if
someone gave me the headache then what could have possibly happened that I don’t remember? After a second
of staring right back into my analytical eyes, he sighs and drops his gaze.

His fists remain clenched however.

“Where am I Alec?” I ask him quietly. My voice is small, and as much as I hate to admit it, scared.

“You’re at Jason Cooper’s party.

You haven’t been knocked out for long- I’d say half an hour minimum though.

I carried you up here when you fainted.

Sorry I couldn’t be here when you woke up; I had to take care of someone.” I notice him unconsciously clench his fists
again, highlighting the bruises scarred against his knuckles.

“Did he deserve it?” I ask curiously.

“Did who deserve what?”

“Well you’ve obviously just beaten the living daylights out of a guy. Did he deserve it?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Alec grits his teeth. His gaze strays adamantly away from mine.

The silence is slightly awkward for a few seconds, and I take the opportunity to gulp down the tablets.

At least this killer headache won’t last for much longer. “So,” I sigh,

“Are you going to tell me what the hell happened?”

“Yeah, I guess. You fell down the steps on your way back from the bathroom and fainted.

That’s all.” He shrugs it off like it’s a simple event, but he’s still not
meeting my eyes.

Something about his nonchalant tone
of voice causes me to think that perhaps Alec isn’t telling me the whole truth.

The thing I’m confused about
however is…why would he lie? I frown, sipping once again at my water and collapsing back into the pillow.

“So, a party huh? Did I ruin your night? I’m sorry if I did.”

“No, of course not.” Alec finally turns to look at me, and his voice softens a little. “I’ll be honest- it was fun playing
Prince Charming- y’know, saving the damsel in distress and all.”

“Ugh, please don’t call me that.” I groan into the pillow and Alec laughs beside me, running a hand through his hair.

Even in the dark room I can make out the white sparkle in his eyes as he chuckles.

Once he sobers up, I sigh. “What time is it then? Will I need to be getting back
soon?”

“It’s around 1:30,” He says, checking his watch.

“The others have already left but I can walk you home.

Our street isn’t too far from here.” I smile gratefully at him, swinging my legs from out of the duvet.

They appear ghostly white in the dim lighting. It only takes a second for it to dawn on me.

“Alec where are my jeans?!”

“Ah, I forgot about those. I, y’know, took them off because they were tight and you were complaining about tummy ache in your sleep so…” He shifts awkwardly,
once again not meeting my eye.

His hand automatically leans to scratch the back of his neck, the universal sign
for boys when they are uncomfortable.

I just hope to god that he can’t see my crimson cheeks in the dark, because I’m seriously humiliated right now.

How many of my undergarments is Alec going to see for chrissakes?! I nod silently as he passes the jeans to me,
pulling them on quickly over my bare legs.