Guardians of Freecaster High #2
While most senior girls only have to worry about graduation and prom, Lexi Young has her hands full with helping her mom plan a wedding, mourning the loss of a close friend, fighting to hold onto the boy who returned...
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"What about this one?" Mila asks, turning towards me with a powder pink wig on top of her head. It mimics her own perfect straight across bangs but falls to her waist in waves of cotton candy.
"Pretty, but I thought the point was to blend in?"
She pouts and turns back to the mirror hanging on the store wall. "True."
After our tenth store, I've learned two things about Mila. One, she might possibly be a shop-acholic, and two, she's obsessed with wigs. Well, maybe the addiction to shopping isn't completely accurate. She loves to browse through stores and window shop but rarely seems to get anything for herself. Though this is the first item that has made her eyes light up like the moon all day.
After putting the pink wig back on the shelf, she checks her phone again. "Should be hearing from him any minute now."
Christmas is in three days, so Mila and I have spent all morning present shopping while Kwan went off to start phase one of what Mila has deemed "Project Ballbuster." I don't know all the details of the first phase, but Kwan's supposed to text us when it's done and then give us a place to meet up.
It's nearly noon though and we haven't heard from him yet. I'm not going to lie, it's making me nervous.
What if he was caught doing whatever he's doing? What if he's in trouble?
All the what-ifs and possibilities have my stomach in knots, but Mila seems pretty chill. Even when she's checking her phone every so often, she's still the perfect example of calm and collected. The only time she's lost her composure was when she spotted this beauty supply shop in the middle of the mall and insisted we need wigs if we are going undercover.
"Oh, try this one." She grabs another wig and places it on my head. After a couple adjustments, she pushes me towards the mirror.
Deep maroon beach waves frame my face, just long enough to cover up my chocolate brown underneath.
"Not bad." I nod.
"You'd make a good redhead," Mila comments before appearing next to me in the mirror with pin-straight light orangish-red strands reaching past her chest. "We both would."
She hugs me close to pose, puckering her lips at our reflections, and holds a peace sign next to her face. Her bubbly attitude makes me giggle and soon I'm joining her, mimicking her exact expression. After we break out into a fit of laughter, she tugs us away from the mirror and whips out her phone, holding it out in front of us.
"Come on, sexy pose," she instructs.
I do the best I can, giving the camera bedroom eyes while she bites her lip mischievously before taking the picture. The next one is funny faces followed by our regular smiles. When we're done, we flip through the images and chuckle at ourselves.
It's not huge, but I already feel the slightest bit of tension leaving me, making me think that was her intended goal, to begin with.
A minute later as she puts her wig back, she lets out a squeal that could break glass and snatches up another one. It's short, platinum blonde, with choppy layers that almost make it look as if it's for a guy.
