The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 83

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 83

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And just like that, Alec begins to laugh at my disgusted face, and I stick out my tongue at him and everything is back to normal. You know, as though I didn’t just punch him in the face. “Do you want an icepack for that?” I ask him awkwardly, pointing at the red mark on his jaw. He shakes his head in reply, smirking as I sneeze at the flour dispersed in the air. Idiot.

“You look so stupid,” I laugh, despite the pain in my throat, “You’ve got flour all over your face.”

“What are you talking about? I can pull anything off.”

“You know, I’d like to see your point of view sometimes, but I can’t fit my head that far up my a-s.”

“Well,” Alec pretends to pick his nails, smirking cockily, “You know what they say to people like you. Too many freaks, not enough circuses Riley.”
I sneeze loudly in reply.

What can I say? I’m allergic to bullshit.

*~*~*

Just as we expected, the brownies turned out horribly. They were pale, rock hard things that tasted like something that resembled a brownie in a previous life. Needless to say, they’re having a party in the trash at the moment. After a few bites, our gag reflexes kicked in and so all of that time we spent making them was wasted. We cleaned up the mess after a while; let’s just hope that mom doesn’t wonder where all of her eggs have disappeared to anytime soon.

“You sU-Ck at this game,” Alec comments, his mouth open wide as he lounges across the couch. I scrunch my eyebrows in concentration, chucking an M&M at him only for it to bounce off his nose again.

The little coloured chocolates litter the couch, and I frown at the sight. What a waste of M&Ms. Alec and I have stooped to this level of boredom, I know: chucking sweets at each other and seeing who can catch them in their mouth. What influential lives we lead.

“Your turn,” Alec grabs a sweet and I open my mouth as far as it can go, my eyes focused solely on the sweet. As he throws it, it bounces off my cheek and rolls to the floor again. “Wow. You sU-Ck at catching and throwing the sweets,” Alec drawls, passing me the packet, “Congrats.”

“Oh shut up,” I roll my eyes, bringing up my next sweet and aiming for Alec’s mouth. I took some more aspirin, and the headache is gone completely now, leaving me with nothing more than a cold and a sore throat. No doubt I’ll be going to school again tomorrow. It’s a shame really; I quite enjoyed hanging out with Alec today. It was actually a lot more fun than I expected. Once again, Alec Ryder proved me wrong. Don’t tell him that though: if his head inflates much more, he won’t be able to fit through any doorways. sU-Cks to be him.

I take aim and throw the brown M&M, watching as it hurtles towards Alec, landing perfectly in his mouth. “Boom!” I grin, “What were you saying about me sU-Cking, Alec?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me princesa,” Alec rolls his eyes; “I take credit for that throw. It was all in my amazing lip action.”