Revenge Is Sweet

9 - Saorsa

✶𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗✶

Nervously, I sit on the chair that was once in the corner of the hotel room. Now it sits in the bathroom, stuffed in the small opening between the bathtub and the bathroom counter.

"Sophia, are you sure about this?"

Sophia hushes me quickly. She lifts up my hair clippers, smiling when she turns it on. It buzzes loudly, intimidating me with what it's been made to do.

"Totally." She nods with a beaming smile.

Sophia said I needed a haircut, so I figured that was my motivation to finally do it. The only problem is when Sophia realized I was doing it, she immediately cut in and excitedly asked if she could do it herself.

I wanted to say no—I really did.

But I caught sight of the bracelet she wears on her wrist that matches the one on my own wrist. And she smiled so widely, practically bouncing with excitement. It was hard to say no.

So, here I am. In the hotel bathroom, slouching in a mildly uncomfortable chair with Sophia standing behind me, giggling to herself as she slowly drags the hair clippers up the back of my head.

When she asked me if she could do this, I figured she'd at least have a little bit of experience so that made me feel a little better.

But then she clearly didn't realize you needed to attach plastic clips at the sharp part of the clippers and didn't realize there were other sizes to them. We're using the largest size I have right now, just in case.

"You know," Sophia casually begins. She looks like she knows what she's doing but I think we both know she's winging it. "This is pretty easy." She decides with a shrug. She glances at her phone that has a reference picture of what she wants to do. She hasn't let me see it.

I sigh. "Yeah. Which is why it would've been easy for me to do it myself." I grumble, mostly just pissed at myself.

All I had to do was tell her no. That's it. I could've done it myself.

Sophia just smiles at that. I watch her through the bathroom mirror, smiling to herself as she seems to get the hang of whatever she's doing as she goes a little slower.

When she finishes the back, she decides to start moving to the right side and I start to get a little less nervous.

She's not half bad at it.

She giggles to herself as she walks around me to go to the other side and start working there. "You're going to look so pretty, Greyson." She assures me. I only hum at that, coming to terms with this.

At least this is helping her get more comfortable with me. I never want to see that look on her face that I saw the other night ever again. I don't care what happens, I never want to see it. Ever.

She hasn't said anything about it. She hasn't held it over my head, nothing. I get the feeling she might just want to forget it, so I haven't brought it up for the same reason. I'd rather not think about it.

Sophia clears her throat and turns the hair clippers off. She sets them down on the bathroom counter and steps behind me, watching me through the mirror.

"Okay, I'm definitely not done, but what do you think? About the sides, I mean. Is that a good length?" She questions.

I'm about to answer her but she decides to move her hands to either sides of my head, gently guiding her fingers through the slightly shorter hair there to demonstrate the length.

She smiles at me through the mirror and my eyes fall shut when she keeps carding her fingers through my hair.

It feels good. The soft tug of her fingers in my hair makes me want to shut my eyes and let her continue with whatever the hell she wants.