The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 47

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 47

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“I’ll have you know I probably suit them. Anything looks good on me babe.” Alec winks playfully at me.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me Ryder,” I scoff, tugging him along faster as I spot the front door to the house. I really want to get
home and snuggle up in bed.

The painkillers are beginning to take the edge off my headache now, but I’m
far from feeling okay again.

I wince a little at another big
throb, rising my hands up to massage my temples.

My pain, however, is forgotten as I spot someone else’s.

“Brad!” I gasp. Brad is walking along the hall, looking like he’s just returned from a world war. His eye is black, his
nose broken and he’s walking with a slight limp. “What happened to you?” At the sound of my voice, Brad’s head snaps up and his eyes widen in horror.

Why does he look so shocked? It’s just me- I talk to him in English.

Surely, I’m not that terrifying! He stares at me for a few seconds, before his head turns back down again quickly and he determinedly ignores me. “Brad!” I call
confusedly.

Why is he ignoring me? “Brad!” By now we’ve reached the hall, and he’s walking as quickly as he can in the opposite direction. I’m so confused- what have
I done? I turn around to follow him, but I’m stopped before I can even try.

“Come on, Riles, we need to get you home.” Alec says gently, but with a tone of urgency evident in his smooth
voice. I nod and obey, feeling like a small child under his dominant stance. Ignoring the music pounding against my ears and the couples I’m stepping over, I walk down
the hazardous stairs and over to the front door.

The girl I saw earlier is gone luckily, but in replacement is a boy
looking barely the age of fifteen that is vomiting into a plant pot. Jason Cooper is going to have a nasty surprise
when he goes to check his petunias. I roll my eyes and step outside into the chilly night air. The cold hits me like a bucket of ice water.

“Aw shoot,” I murmur, hugging my bare arms and waiting for Alec as he shuts the door behind him.

Why didn’t I wear something more substantial for this party?

I’m certainly paying the consequences for it now.

I shiver violently and begin my trek towards the front gate, sensing Alec shortly to the side of me. Even Alec isn’t
wearing anything particularly substantial- a tight grey v neck and some skinny jeans with his leather jacket.
Hot, but impractical. My gaze strays over the wrecked backyard.

Streamers and paper cups are strewed across the grass in every direction, with people acting like wild animals…like they’re off the discovery channel or something. It’s all very untamed, free and careless.

I guess that’s why the rebels, the misfits and the bad boys like showing up at parties. It’s a place where there are no
rules, where kids can relax and have fun without thinking of any other stresses that might be waiting for them as soon as they can get back. It’s an escape.

“What are you thinking about so deeply?” Alec asks me huskily.

He’s huddled in his jacket with his teeth
chattering, and I find myself craving warmth more than ever.

I wouldn’t even mind if Alec gave me a hug- as long as I was warmer than this. It’s got to be in the minus centigrade here.

“Nothing much, I just think I understand why so many kids like parties like this one,” I shrug.

My hands are tucked under my armpits, goose bumps flaring over the naked skin.

“Oh yeah?” Alec turns to me. His eyes burn denim blue in the darkness, “Why?”

“It’s an escape right? An escape from problems, responsibilities.

They can just relax, be with their friends and forget everything for a little while,” My teeth chatter loudly as I speak the last word, and I hug myself a little harder. I think it finally registers with Alec that I’m going
to freeze any minute, and so he reluctantly unpeels his leather jacket from his torso and chucks it over to me.

I nod gratefully back at him. Unlike some girls in movies, there is no way I am denying a chance to warm up.

I pull my arms through the sleeves, and relish in the body heat that’s still in the jacket. It smells of axe and vanilla, like Alec.