The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 46

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 46

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“Right. let’s go.” I stand up, only to have a voluptuous hit of nausea attack my stomach like a thousand wriggling
worms. My knees wobble, and I stagger a little under the sudden light-headedness. “Whooaaa,” I breathe. Alec
catches me easily, steadying me as I take a few deep breaths.

My headache seems to have multiplied by ten at that simple standing up gesture; I can only hope that the
painkillers kick in sometime soon, because no human should have to endure this for long.

“Easy there tiger,” Alec wraps his arm around my waist, steadying me.

The dizziness and nausea has faded now,
so I give him a quick nod and a smile to signify that I’m ready to leave. Slowly we walk over to the door and open it.

Instantly, the music lightly floods over me and I can hear the activity coming from the heart of the house,
although it’s quite quiet at the moment. I can’t even imagine how large this house has to be for me to be able
to sleep through the racket coming from downstairs.

I follow Alec through the corridor and down the stairs, edging past couples in mid-make out and drunken people staggering along the corridor towards the restrooms.

Alec’s arm tightens around my waist, his skin warm through the thin material of my top. “Are you sure I fell down the stairs?” I ask Alec quizzically, “Surely I’d have a
bump on my head or something?”

“You were lucky I guess,” Alec shrugs, “Do you remember anything from before the fall?”

I frown, straining my mind to the furthest I can
remember to. “Well, I remember the drive here…And I remember speaking to you a little bit, before you disappeared with your sluts.” I wrinkle my nose at the
memory.

I guess it’s hard to remember just how much of a player Alec is when he acts so boyish and teasing with me.

I build up an image of him in my mind, and
because I don’t see him with his ladies much (I try to avoid it) then I guess it just isn’t in my picture.

Besides, he’s a different person with his friends and me.

Although maybe I clarify as a friend? I don’t know, my head hurts
too much to think about stuff like that.

“Alec, are we friends?” I ask him curiously. I don’t really know what we are to be honest. We’re kind of in one of
those love-hate relationships…only replacing the love with
‘can just about stand each other’. Hm, friends?
Alec seems surprised by my question, but he plays it off anyway.

He stops to squint at me. “Hmm, I guess you could qualify for one of my friends.” He teases me,
jabbing me in the side. I roll my eyes back at him,

smiling. I guess that’s a yes then. I’m not sure if I should be as happy as I am about that statement.

Suddenly a devious smile lights up my face as I have an idea.

“Oh my gosh Alec, do you know what we can do when we’re friends?!” I stop him as we walk, squealing a little with fake excitement, “Sleepovers! Face masks! Movie nights! It will be so much fun!” Alec groans at my enthusiasm, playing along with my joke, and we both
crack up laughing.

“Can you imagine you in a f-face
mask-k?” I ask, exploding into giggles. Oh good lord, I can’t even.