The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 97

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 97

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I know the kiss feels wrong from the start.

I don’t really know why. It’s damp and sweet and everything a kiss should be. It just doesn’t feel natural.

It felt like how I’d imagine kissing a brother would feel, rather than a love interest. Too familiar. Too plutonic. No spark.

I pull away after a mere second, pressing my
fingertips on Dylan’s chest to push him gently
backwards. Already I see him tensing up, realising what his mistake was, and my heart aches for him in that second. “Hey,” I say softly, catching his attention.

“I’m so sorry, Dylan.” I pull him into a small hug, feeling a pang of guilt for the rejection that shines in his eyes.


“It’s okay,” He mutters. “Let’s forget it even happened.”

He musters up the courage to crack a small smile, despite the awkward situation, although he doesn’t meet my eyes.

I nod stiffly, before turning and heading back towards the beach, feeling numb and shocked. I don’t look back.

I can’t. My hands are shaking, my breathing is funny and it feels like I don’t even know how to walk anymore.

Completely alien. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, focusing on the towels in the distance. I shouldn’t be feeling guilty about this; at least I rejected him softly.

The worst thing I could have done in that situation was accept the kiss, because that would mean I was stringing him along even though I don’t feel the same way.

I didn’t do anything wrong. I glance up at the towels hopefully, but Alec is nowhere to be seen.

I could have used someone to distract me right now.

I sigh softly, popping my ear buds in and sitting down to wait. If Alec isn’t here to distract me, then music is my second choice.

It’s getting to about four ‘o’ clock now, we should probably be leaving soon anyway.

Let’s just hope things between Dylan and I aren’t too awkward.

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As expected, the car journey home is anything but comfortable.

Dylan and I have barely glanced in each other’s direction, nor have me and Alec made any conversation. I have no idea what’s up with Ryder, but I don’t like it one little bit.
I’m not used to seeing the usually cocky, annoying Alec Ryder being so…distant and silent. Even Joe and Chase seem to have picked up on it, and they’re joking back and
forth trying to fill the awkward silence in the car.

What’s wrong with us? I bite my lip and turn to glance out of the window. I have no idea how to act with Dylan anymore…I feel so bad. He’s cute and sweet and smart,
and I’m just the world’s biggest idiot for not liking him back. What’s wrong with me?

As the car pulls up outside of mine and Alec’s houses, I murmur an awkward goodbye to the boys and clamber out, Coldplay blasting through my earphones to try and
fill the silence that can’t be covered. “Bye,” I murmur to Alec, but he nods in acknowledgement, not meeting my
eye. He looks distracted, lost in thought.

What has happened to all of the boys today? I groan as Alec heads his separate way, before turning on my heel to open my front door.

I hope things go back to normal soon,
because I don’t know how much more I can take of this awkwardness. What on earth is wrong with Alec?


“Hey mom,” I call as I enter the house, kicking off my flip-flops and dumping my beach bag to the floor. Sea salt is crusted into my curls and my skin feels sticky with
that crappy cheap sunscreen. I could really use a shower.


“I need some advice.” I enter the kitchen, knowing she’ll be in there, and sure enough she’s elbow deep in cake
mix. Hmm cake.