The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 109

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 109

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“Dude,” Chase coughs out a laugh, leaning over the table to slap Alec on the forearm, “When was the last time you
got la!d?” Do I really want to know this? I share a look with Violet, wrinkling my nose.

“Alec’s not getting any,” Joe sings, laughing and I chuckle quietly along with him.

“Shut up,” Alec mutters, blushing the tiniest bit. “I got la!d last night for your information.”

Lie. Last night, after Alec gave me the bracelet, we talked for a bit longer before he went back home.

He was studying: I know it myself, because he kept making teasing remarks at me through the phone.

He’s lying to them, jerk face.

“Well I don’t know about you guys,” Dylan smirks, “But I don’t believe him.”

What the hell is up with Alec?!

*~*~*
“Hey Riley.”

“What?” I look across the window at Alec, frowning. He’s lying on his side on his window seat, wriggling his eyebrows at me mischievously. He does that a lot, and
usually that means he’s up to something. What’s he planning?

“You must be tired after everything we did in my dream last night,” He winks.

Oh no. “Not this again.”

“You and I are like buttcheeks. Although there’s crap between us, we always stick together.”

“Oh my god,” I face palm, laughing loudly. These keep getting better and better.

“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”

“Shut up Alec,” I laugh, “Please. You’re going to give me a stitch.”

“Let’s play Winnie the Pooh. Let me get my nose stuck in
your honey jar.”

I can’t even muster up words for this one, I’m laughing so hard.

“Do you work in Subway? Because you just gave me a foot long.”

On second thoughts, maybe Alec hasn’t changed that much after all.

*~*~*

I watch Alec move around in the opposite room, my stomach wringing itself with nerves as he continues obliviously.

I need to tell someone. I can’t keep this in for
much longer. I glance down at the lock screen for my phone.

The message is still printed in bold letters, a
notification I’d rather not receive.

Toby Charlton wants to be friends with you on Facebook. Why won’t it
disappear? Is it just me or is it lasting longer than any of my other notifications? My palms are sweating, and I slowly wipe them on my jeans.

I’m going to tell Alec. It’s the right thing to do: I need to tell someone after all these years of bottling it up inside of me.

Violet knows most of the story, but not quite all of it.

She knows the basic outline of everything that happened.

I’m planning on calling her around after school to tell her in more detail, but for now I just want to see how this
works out first.

I don’t know why I’m telling Alec to be honest. I’m being the worst best friend in the whole world by not telling Violet first, but she knows most of it anyway.

Plus…I don’t know, there’s an instinct inside of me that wants to tell Alec.

I want to tell him about what happened. Every gory detail. I need to get this out in the open with him, because I don’t want him to find out in any way other than from my lips. I really, really like him.

“Alec,” I call roughly, catching his attention. “I need to tell
you something.” My voice cracks on the last word.

I need to tell you the whole story.