The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 145

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 145

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“Alec, are you ready to go yet?” I scowl in annoyance, tapping my foot impatiently on the floor as I wait for my princess of a boyfriend to quit curling his locks and come
downstairs so that we can leave.

It’s the day that he’s insisted we’re to go on our first date, a week after he originally asked me to be his girlfriend. It’s been one hell of a week, I can tell you, but this is just the pinnacle of it.

Having to wait for the guy to get ready for a date is no way to jump-start a relationship, is it? I frown at my feet, scuffing my converse against the bottom step as I stare
up the staircase towards Alec’s room.

I’ve been waiting for ten minutes now so god knows what he’s doing.

“I’m almost ready!” He shouts down, “I just need to get
my shoes on, calm yourself.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” I mutter darkly, “You haven’t been waiting for ten minutes without a clue as to
where we’re even going.”

Alas, it is true. Alec has told me
nothing about this freaking date, and the only details I’ve received are to wear normal clothes and leave my hair down, so I’m assuming it’s not a fancy dinner or
anything (I’m kind of glad about that though). I glance at my watch and raise an eyebrow.

He told me he’d pick me up fifteen minutes ago. Ten minutes ago, I got impatient so I walked around here myself, and as you
can tell- I hate waiting.

If Violet were here, she’d be demanding me to strut out of the house and allow the
grass hole to chase after me and apologise, but I’m too stubborn to do that.

I need to time how long he’s kept
me waiting and use it against him.

So far, it’s been around 15 minutes and 30 seconds.

“I’m here, I’m here,” Alec pounds down the steps towards me with a smirk on his face.


He’s dressed in a pair of slightly low slung jeans and a faded band t-shirt, not that dis-similar to my own outfit, actually. As soon as
his feet hit the ground again, his arms encircle my waist and he leans forward to peck me on the cheek.

He smells of freshly applied cologne and peppermint, and it’s frigging mouth-watering. “Sorry I’m late,” he grins
apologetically. “I had to ring up and sort some things out last minute. Are you ready to go?”

“I have been for fifteen and a half minutes,” I c--k an eyebrow and smile to show that I’m teasing, “Isn’t it
women who stereotypically take longer to get ready?

Unless, of course, there’s something you’re not telling me…” I wink suggestively.

Alec leans back to smirk at me.

“If I was a woman, I’d be
freaking hot. I’d totally bang me.”

“Glad to know your ego hasn’t deflated at all since I last saw you.”

“You love my big head, don’t lie,” Alec scoffs.

He steps away from me, his eyes running over me in appreciation. “You look good, Greene. If you were a woman, you’d be hot too.” Oh he did not.

He laughs smugly as I go to slap his shoulder, catching my wrists in his grip and pulling me close enough that our noses touch.

His eyes, flecked with gold, burn brightly into
mine- sparkling with amusement.


“Grass hole,” I mutter, “Aren’t you just full of compliments today?”

“Yup. I’m full of them,” Alec mumbles contentedly, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to mine.

My wrists are still firmly in his grip, but his warm, vanilla lips are enough to distract me from my temporary capture for
now.

In fact, he’s almost forgiven for being so late.
Almost.

“Mommy, why is Alec eating Riley?” I hear Millie’s voice to our left, and I break off from Alec instantly to look up at Alec’s mom and sister, who are stood in the doorway
watching us. Well that’s awkward.

Marie has an amused smile on her face, but Millie’s nose is wrinkled disgustedly
at the sight.

Don’t blame her, poor child. I dread to think
what Alec’s got in store for her as she grows up.

“Are you hurt Riley?” Millie asks me, and she sounds genuinely concerned. She detaches off Marie to run up to me and
snatch one of my hands free from Alec, causing him to pout at her.

What cutie pies they are. I glance over at Alec
and he catches my eye with a smile.


“To be continued,” He whispers, and I pull away my other hand to hit him fondly on the chest.

We’re supposed to be going for our date, but I have to admit- I’d be quite content to stand there and kiss him all day long.

Who needs candles and soppy romance songs?


“No, I’m not hurt,” I tell Millie, laughing softly.

“I’ve got to go now though.

Alec is dragging me away from you.

I’ll see you when I get back, okay?” I bend down and she wraps her arms around my neck for a quick hug, before
looking at me with upset eyes.

“Will you be back soon?” She questions hopefully, and I nod.

“Why don’t you set up a game for us to play when I get back?” I suggest, and her face brightens at the idea.

She nods excitedly, and I straighten up to see that Marie is watching me with a smile.

I smile back tentatively.

It won’t be long until Matt is back home, and Marie can start planning her wedding with her fiancé.

I’m quite eager to meet this guy actually- I mean, if he can bring a tender smile to Alec’s face, then he has to be really nice.


“Come on Riley,” Alec grabs one of my hands, intertwining his fingers with mine. “We need to leave or
we’ll miss our slot.” Slowly he begins to tug on my hand, and I hurriedly wave goodbye to Marie and Millie before I’m pulled out of the door and into the sun outside.

“So,” I say conversationally as we climb into Marie’s car.

Alec is borrowing it for today, seeing as Marie told him that a motorbike wouldn’t be deemed appropriate for the
first date. I wouldn’t have minded personally, but it’s sweet that he’s trying to make an effort. Plus, he held open my door for me like a complete gentlemen.

All he’s missing now is a top hat and a British accent. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going? What’s our slot for?”

“No way,” Alec tuts me patronisingly, “I’m not telling you anything until we get there.

Don’t you like surprises or something?” He pulls down the handbrake and begins to
pull the car out of the drive so fast that I’ve barely had a chance to click my seatbelt in, and I grab the dashboard for support.

I shoot him a look, but his eyes are (quite
thankfully) trained on the road, so he doesn’t see me.


“Some surprises. But I’m assuming that if we have a slot, and I’ve been told to dress normally, that this is more of an active date than a romantic one,” I muse, “Rock
climbing? Please don’t tell me it’s roller-skating- I’ve only just got that damned foot better.”

Yup, you heard me, the crutches are gone now and after a quick session of physiotherapy teaching me to put a weight on my foot again, and I’m all set to walk around.

The doctor was a little miffed with me when he found out that I’ve been putting weight on it for a couple of weeks against the guidelines, but I’m better anyway so I don’t
see why it should matter.

When mom told him (the traitor), he gave me a disapproving look and started
ranting about how the bone may still be weak, etc. etc.

Honestly, the guy needed to lighten up a little bit.

In the words of Alec- who lit the fuse to his tampon?