“Okay.” Walking around my chair, she carefully pulls the towel away and works hard not to drop hair everywhere. When I’m clear, I grab my cell and walk toward the door.
“Grab a soda or something if you want.” I run my hand through hair several inches shorter than it was twenty minutes ago and try to slow my racing heart.She took too much. She took way too much.“Jules still has ages till she delivers, so we can hang out till then if you want.”
Bending over, and killing me piece by piece, she collects hair and tosses it in the trash. “Wanna watch a movie at your place? We could get takeout and wait for Jules. Maybe you could play some music for me.”
“Yeah…”Kill me now. Fucking kill me now. I’m done.“Alright. I’ll be back in a minute.” I hustle to the bathroom and push the door open. Slamming it at my back and racing to the mirror with wide eyes, I run my hands through my new look.
Shiiiiit.
It’s okay. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.
“Ang?” Standing just on the other side of the door, Laine knocks. “Do you like it?”
“I love it!” My voice shakes as surely as my hands when I pull the cell from my pocket. “It’s so good! You did a great job.”
“Yeah?” She lets out a happy sigh and leans against the door. “I’m so glad you like it. I’ve never cut anyone’s hair before.”
“You did great, especially for the first time.” Opening my text screen, I exit the group chat and pull Caitlin’s number up.
Me:HELP! Emergency. SOS. Fucking help me! I’ll pay you triple.
Caitlin:What did you do, Sweetcheeks?
Me:I missed my appointment, so I let a girl cut it.
Caitlin:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That’ll teach your stupid ass. Boys so rarely think with their brains. This is karma for standing me up, so now you gotta wear your punishment until you’re sorry for cheating on me.
Me:I AM sorry! Please help me. She gave me a fucking bob. Like, a 1990’s Martha Stewart.
Caitlin:Baby, me and Ashley are busy stalking the fight gym right now ‘cause they should come out soon and they’re always so sweaty and sexy. I’m booked out all day Saturday. You can pay me quadruple and I’ll fit you in Sunday. Final offer.
“Ang?”
I fumble my cell and almost drop it into the sink. “Yeah. Just finishing up.”
Me:Fine! I’ll wear a hat. Don’t cancel on me, woman!!! I need you.
Caitlin:That’s what all the cute boys say.
I dig a hand into my pocket and pull out a spare elastic. Pulling my hair back and gritting my teeth at the bits too short to tie up, I pull it back as best I can and wish away the next forty-eight hours of my life.