The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 50

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 50

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Well, I never thought I’d say that I’m spending a night at Alec’s house.
Should I be happy?

“Pick a colour!” Alec’s voice shouts from upstairs,
interrupting my trail of thought.

I frown at the question. “What? Why?”
“Just do it k---y.”

“Er…” I scratch the back of my neck, “Black?”

A second later, Alec comes jogging down the stairs holding a black T-shirt in his hand.

He chucks it over to me, before turning around to go into the kitchen. “It’s one
of mine,” He calls back. I can hear the rattling of pans in the kitchen behind him. “Mum didn’t have any pyjamas-
she’s taken them all with her on this trip. I know the t- shirt will probably drown you but I figured it’s better than nothing, right? Do you want some tea or anything?”

“No thanks,” I call back, heading over to the small restroom leading off the hallway. “I’m just going to get changed.

Thanks for the t-shirt.” I shut the door behind me with a bang, relishing in the privacy. I’m so worn out from that party, you wouldn’t believe. Being around
people all night? It’s a stretch for me. It’s nice of Alec to take me in though.
I kind of expected him to help me
break into my own house or something, so it was a pleasant surprise to say the least when he invited me to stay the night. Unexpectedly sweet. I smile and head over
to the mirror first, cringing as I see my reflection. It’s not that I look particularly horrifying as such- my hair is still
curled messily and my makeup is intact (smudged but still there), it’s just how unhealthy I look.

My skin is pasty white; I have bags under my eyes and a bruise on my head, presumably from when I fainted. I need a long hot
bath, some pyjamas and a few tom cruise movies to get me through this. Oh, and a lot of aspirin.

I change quickly out of my top and jeans into Alec’s t shirt.

As expected, it swamps me, coming down to my knees.

The shirt itself is a faded black colour, worn and well loved. It feels soft against my skin, and smells strongly of Alec. I sound like one of his latest conquests, I know. I should probably shut up with all the sappy sensing crap. I use water to wash off the makeup on my
face and unpin my hair to let the curls spill over my back.

Is it bad that I actually quite like this t-shirt? It’s plain but comfortable. My kind of clothes.

Feeling very conscious of my bare legs, I run back over to the couch and dive onto it in lightning speed, covering my bare skin with a cushion. I haven’t shaved my legs in
a few days now, and I’d prefer Alec not to know that I have pins like a freaking cactus at the moment.

The bed has been set up already, a reclining couch with a few blankets and pillows thrown halfhazardly on top.

I have to admit, even the floor looks comfortable for sleep now,
and so this is perfect.

“So is that it? You don’t need anything else, right?” Alec asks me from the doorway. I shake my head, beaming at him in gratitude. He offers me a small smile back,
before turning to leave.

“Alec?” I call out after him. My voice is faint and unsure.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for everything today. I really do appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome. Night, k---y.”

“Night dork.”
*~*~*
I wake up in the morning feeling a little less zombie-like than usual, which is a bloody miracle for me.

My head is no longer pounding (thank goodness) and surprisingly, I
think I slept better on the recliner last night than I do in my own bed at home. I yawn, stretching my arms above my head and sitting up. I can hear Alec crashing
about in the kitchen somewhere to my left. I wonder why he didn’t wake me…? Well, I suppose it’s not his duty too is it? I mean, he was nice enough to let me stay
the night. I should probably cut him some slack for not waking me up for school.

I run a hand through my curls and wipe the sleep from my eyes, clambering out from
my warm mess of blankets to go and see what all the fuss is about.