The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 49

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 49

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“So it’s just you, your mum and Jack then?”

“Yup,” My throat tightens a little as I say the word.

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“S--t.”

I stare at the locked door in horror. Of course- mom thinks I’m at a sleepover with Violet! How could I be so stupid as to forget the keys? I’m locked out for the night!
God, I’m so stupid. What am I going to do now? Mum and Jack’s bedrooms are at the back of the house.

Even if I call for them, they won’t be able to hear me.

I have my cell phone but it’s literally just died on the walk home
because I’ve been texting so much tonight. Oh my gosh, this f-----g sU-Cks. Never mind how cliché it is.

“Having trouble there sweetheart?” Alec calls for me from the opposite porch. He’s stood, leaning against the fence
and smirking as though he’s won the jackpot.

I want nothing more than to swipe that smug b-----d smirk from his face, honestly.

Well, on second thoughts,
getting into my house would be nice. I scowl at him, turning back to the door and continuing to fiddle with my hairgrip in the lock.

How come they can do all this in the
movies, and I’m so dismally failing right now? Surely if you just twiddle with it a little bit…

SNAP.
“You know, I hate to be the one to point this out Riley, but you’re locked out.” Alec’s voice shouts from the other porch.

I can practically feel the waves of smugness
radiating from him. I shoot him the middle finger.

“Now, now. That’s not a very nice way to treat your neighbour is it?” His tone is thoroughly amused, “Especially when
he’s about to offer you a couch to sleep on.”

“I can’t do that!” I shake my head disappointedly. It was nice of him to offer, at least. “What would your mum
say?”

“She’s not in,” He replies. The keys to his house swing tauntingly from his fingers. “She’s gone to a conference
and darling Millie is staying with dear old grandma for a few days. No-one has to know.”

I sigh and deliberate over it for a few seconds. Yes, I’d be a horrible person.

Yes, I have school in the morning and
I’d have to sneak back home, and Yes- I would be in the house alone with a boy.

But it’s not like I’d be in his room
or anything, I’d just be on the couch downstairs. That’s not wrong is it? Too bad my window’s locked, or I could
sneak back in right now through Alec’s room, but unfortunately mom’s very big on locks in our house.

She constantly lives in fear of a burglary. It would be like trying to break into a bank.

“Fine,” I mutter and storm back down our front yard and over to his.

I march up the path smartly, with Alec’s
smug stare boring holes into my cheek.
Ugh, screw him for being so stupidly nice.
He opens the door and lets me in first, before following and shutting the door behind us.

The sound is loud in the silence, much louder to my ears than it probably is in reality.

I’m in a house alone with a
boy.

A hot one at that. I make my way over to the living room and stand awkwardly, not quite sure what to do with myself.

“The couch pulls out into recline,” Alec says from beside me, “You can sleep there. I’ll go grab one of
my mum’s t shirts or something for you to sleep in.” I hear him walk away, up the staircase and into the room above.

After staring dubiously at the couch for a few
seconds, I begin to set up my bed for the night.