The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 105

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 105

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“And they call it puppy loveeee," I hear Chase sing to himself behind me, backed up with Joe’s chuckling.

It takes every muscle I have to ignore the instinct of turning around to thump them.

I’ll just wait until they get a crush.

We’ll see whose laughing then. I smirk to myself knowingly and swing open the front door.

Riley might not forgive me, but it’s at least worth a shot.

*~*~*
I watch her as she studies at her desk, and I’m unsure of quite how to approach the situation.

Normally I’d just head over to my window seat and call her name casually
before proceeding to annoy her, but I have the feeling that won’t suffice this time.

I probably need to soften her up a little bit first. After all, we haven’t spoken in a week,
and I’ve been a bit of an a-----e to her.

I shuffle awkwardly and run my hands through my hair, letting out a small sigh of apprehension.

This is so awkward.

She’s going to think I’m desperate. A desperate jerk. “Hey
Riley,” I finally say, shoving my hands sheepishly in my back pockets as I walk to the windowsill.

I watch her head snap up to look at me, and an accusing glare is directed straight at me.

“Oh so you’re talking to
me now then?” I wince at her sharp tone. My god, I’m such a coward. I can’t even look Riley in the eye, for
Christ’s sake. I dare to take a look, but she’s studiously
ignoring me luckily, and my eyes run over her as she works.

She’s sat cosily in a pair of black and white striped cotton short pyjamas with some white fluffy slipper boots.

No makeup and her hair is tied into a high
ponytail, yet she still manages to look you know, good.

I guess that’s why so many girls are jealous of her.

“Can we talk? I need to tell you something.”

She lets out an irritated sigh as I climb onto my
windowsill. I don’t wait for a reply, obviously. Slowly I begin to clamber over into her room, stretching over the gap precariously.

This is something I’ve been doing more
and more often recently. Well, before the day at the beach anyway. “What do you want Alec?” She sighs as I enter her room, and I head straight to her desk, leaning
over her shoulder to see what she’s studying. My hands rest on the top of her chair comfortably, and she freezes
at the gesture. Math. I scrunch my nose up at the sight of the equations, stepping back to sit on the bed. “I’m sorry for ignoring you,” I say awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck.

“Oh really?” Riley asks monotonously, carrying on studying as though I just told her the weather was nice,
rather than putting my dignity on the line to apologise.

I scowl at the back of her head.

Does she not realise that guys don’t apologise often? I mean I know I was an
a-----e to her, but she could at least acknowledge my apology.

Or is that exactly the point? Is she playing me at
my own game? Ugh, smartass Greene. “Riley,” I mumble uncomfortably, “I really am sorry. Talk to me,
Greene.”

She hesitates, before spinning around in her chair and giving me a dubious look. “You’re a son of a biscuit,” She
states simply, “And a grasshole. And every other name I can’t think of right now. But I’ll forgive you out of the
loveliness of my heart.” She catches my smile beginning to grow, cutting it off with a mischievous smirk. “On one
condition.”

“What?” Suspicion is beginning to set in now. What is she planning?

“I need you to come with me for something,” She bites
her lip, her sudden mischievous aura morphing into a doubtful and insecure anxiety. “You’ve heard about that evening at the country club, right? Well, do you know
that our mom’s want us to go together? Apparently we need a date… Anyway, do you think you could come
with me? I haven’t really got anyone else to go with, plus you’re going anyway…” As she spots my growing smirk, she hurriedly covers up. “This is not me asking
you out on a date by the way.

This is just to make my
mom happy.”