The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 142

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 142

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When Tiana first dropped the hint about sleeping with Alec, I was a wreck.

I didn’t know how to act, and I was
terrified of speaking to either him or her out of fear that I’d say what I really felt. Although the description is cliché, one way to describe my emotions that day was that my heart was slowly, slowly being tugged apart-
almost stitch by stitch.

There was an ache in my chest
that I knew couldn’t be fixed with painkillers, and yet as soon as Alec ran into the girls restrooms to speak to me-
just by seeing him, that tearing intensified.
How could he have hurt me like that?
Well the answer is simple: he didn’t.

I don’t know what it was about him in the restrooms that day, whether it was the desperation or raw emotion in
his voice, but I stopped long enough to hear him out.

Any independent female has told me that I should have ran for the hills by that point, but I lingered, and I believed him.

Alec may be annoying and a jerk sometimes, but he’s also sweet and honest.

If he’d have actually slept with Tiana, he wouldn’t have claimed otherwise.

Combined with the faith I have in that boy, was the smallest niggle of hope that the words he was saying were true- that he did care for me enough to prevent from hurting me like that. And so, like the romanticised
sap I am, I forgave him.

A week later, and things are almost back to normal. Almost.

Tiana has taken a week from school- claiming sick apparently.

According to rumours, she’s caught an STD,
and somehow I find that quite easy to believe. Whatever way, it’s been nice to have a break from her tormenting,
and I think that Alec and I are gradually returning to the way we were before she interfered with all of her drama.

Take now as an example, Alec and I are babysitting Millie again.

“It’s so hot,” Alec groans for the tenth time today, lounging back on the picnic blanket and tilting his chin upwards to face the sun. His skin is tanned and he’s sat before me looking like some kind of a god- wearing an
old white wife beater and ray bans.

Honestly, I feel like a sweaty pig sprawled next to him.

We’re currently lounging around in his back yard as we babysit Millie,
because Marie is at another meeting and asked us to do her a favour.

It’s safe to say that none of us expected the
temperatures to rocket, and the only other alternative to roasting alive in the house was to come out here, lathered in sun block and hoping for the best.

Needless to say, the heat has made Alec and I particularly lazy: too hot to function, is what Alec refers to us as.

In stark contrast, Millie is running around and playing at the bottom of the garden.

Don’t ask me why: I’m literally half
asleep.

Alec shifts again beside me, propping himself up on one elbow.

After the initial self-consciousness of appearing in front of him in a bikini top and shorts, I kind of just have to get on with it, because the lack of layers is the only
thing keeping me alive at the moment. We started off in the (very comfortable) position where my head was on his arm and we both kind of sun-dozed.

Then that got too hot because we were sharing body heats, and so reluctantly I moved away from him.

Now, I’m surviving merely off a finite supply of ice cubes and popsicles.

When they’re demolished…I don’t know what I’ll do.

“Do you want something to drink?” Alec asks me, stretching in the sun.

I squint at him from behind my sunglasses and nod, tucking a wisp of humidity-frizzed
hair behind my ear.

Am I the only one who suffers with an afro in the humidity? The only way I could possibly
brave coming round to Alec’s this morning was to disguise it into a messy bun. Even then, some of the rebellious tendrils are escaping by the second.

I dread to think what I look like right now.

“Yes please. Want me to come with?”

“Sure,” Alec replies.

Words can’t describe how good he
looks in Ray Bans. Honestly, if I wasn’t so dehydrated right now, I’d be drooling all over the place. “Millie,” He calls down to the girl at the bottom of the garden, “Do
you want another ice pop?” She nods eagerly and Alec reluctantly heaves himself up from our comfortable spot on the picnic blanket. I follow, gesturing for Millie to come
inside too.

I might see if I can stick my head in the fridge
for a bit, plus Millie is due another layer of sunblock.

She sprints up the yard to me, and I watch enviously at her energy.

How can she be running in this heat, when Alec
and I can barely stand? This is so not fair.

With a cute smile on her face, she latches my arm with hers and tugs me towards the back door- minding my crutches carefully.

One more week to go and they’re off
completely- I can’t wait.

The Kitchen is as scorching hot as we left it, and I wince as I step into the room, the soles of my feet stinging from the heated tiles.

Alec is stood by the counter, pouring what looks like fruity lemonade into two glasses.

However, I’m not going to be deceived that easily. “Alec, is that Pimms?” I ask him, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

Caught red-handed. He freezes when he hears my accusing voice, and turns to look at me with a sheepish smile.

“Oh c’mon Riley,” He whines, “I’ll put ice in it so it’s nice
and cold…” Tempting, oh so tempting.

“One glass,” I warn him, bringing my sunglasses up to rest on top of my head, “I’m not going to be a drunk
babysitter.

Jack’s back from his party soon, so he’ll be
coming straight here. Prepare yourself,” I crouch down to whisper in Millie’s ear, “Jack’s a naughty boy.”

Millie’s mouth slackens in horror and alarm, “Really?”

“Yep- a real scary monster,” I tease her, “He’ll eat you in one gulp.

Just like this.” I grab her under the arms and lift her upwards, blowing a quick raspberry on her stomach.

I smile as I hear her delighted giggle.

Millie is such a cutie.

Almost as cute as her big brother actually…

I set her back down on the floor again, and Alec hands her an ice-pop, before turning to me and offering me a full glass of Pimms.

Sliced cucumber, strawberries and tangerine bob around the surface tantalisingly, and the liquid itself has a scent that leaves my mouth watering in temptation.

Just one won’t hurt. He watches cheekily as I take the glass from him, and my eyes narrow automatically.

“One glass Alec, I’m not kidding.”

“Scouts honour,” He raises a hand, before bringing his own glass to his lips and taking a delicious gulp of the
cold liquid. Without pausing, I follow his lead. The drink is cool and cold on my throat, and instantly refreshes me of the sticky feeling all over my skin. Honestly, it takes all of
my restraint to stop from m0an!ng, and by the satisfied grin on Alec’s face- he’s the same. I place the now half- emptied glass down on the table, licking my lips, before
grabbing my top from the counter and pulling it on over my bikini.

Alec frowns as he watches me. “Oh I’m sorry,” I tease,

“Were you enjoying the view?”

“Hey,” He puts his hands up in surrender, “I’ve got to
take what I can get.”

I roll my eyes, but my skin flushes pink at the thought.

He was looking at me in a bikini.

Albeit, it’s not a skimpy bikini- but still.

I struggle to change the topic. “Have you
come up with any new pick-up lines you want to try out yet?”

“Of course,” A delighted smirk lights up his features, and he rubs his hands together in mock excitement. “Do you
run track?”