Nash Grier

Chapter 10

*two weeks later*

The last time me and Nash saw each other or even talked was the night he came over and told me to trust him but was gone before I woke up. How can I trust him when we haven't communicated. I feel like he said goodbye that night and slept with me for his personal satisfaction. "What will you be having done today?" The hairdresser snapped me out of my thoughts and tapped her toes. She had a impatient smirk on her face and chewed her gum popping it at me. How rude. However, this is one of the highest ranked salon in L.A. I thought it over for a second and decided to get rid of the depressed girl I am looking at in the mirror. I need a fresh start.
"Leanna?" Josh asked sitting in the waiting area. He is still banged up but can get around pretty well on crutches, even though I'm spending my day at the spa he was more than happy to get out of the house and tag along.
"I want everything done," I said rationally. "I want my hair to be short, something sexy. I want my nails painted red. I want my makeup done different too, whatever you think will look good." I looked up at the woman. Her name tag said Ashley. "I have the perfect idea for you." She said excited to get on with her new project. Josh made a noise. "Nails, yes. Hair, I don't know. Leanna you can't make fast decisions like that because your messed up over a guy. I'm sorry but I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret it." He smiled. I know he is trying to be nice but I want this.
"I'm doing it josh so suck one. This is on me if I don't like it, not you." I snickered back. "Okay okay, but don't take it out on me if it comes back to haunt you," he laughed. I stuck my tongue out and the lady grabbed my head and forced it straight. She gets irritated easily. "Josh, don't worry. She will look like a million bucks when I'm done," Ashley said and started to spray my hair down. He laughed again. "alright. I'll be waiting, let the professional do her job." I smiled knowing he was probably rolling his eyes. For the first time in what feels like forever, I am genuinely happy. My best friend josh has always brought out the best in me, even during my worst times.

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I kept my eyes closed the whole time and enjoyed the feeling of the woman's hands running through my hair. "Okay, I'm finished, I must say. You won't have any trouble making that ex of yours crawl back." She said and I opened my eyes.
The new me is sexy and looks slightly older. My once long hair is now beneath my feet. My hair now falls shoulder length and she gave it some volume by slightly curling it. The smoky brown eyeshadow made all my features pop, along with soft pink lips. In the end of it all, I loved it. I might be going through a phase but I wore it well. "Damn, I take everything i said back baby girl," josh whistled. "You wear breakups damn good." He laughed at me while I payed the lady. "I might go out and club tonight, I need to show off my new self," I teased and held the door open while he hopped out the into the busy night streets. "You have fun, make sure you go with friends and keep your phone on ," he looked down. "You don't wanna go? We can find a nice club that you can sit in?" I asked him confused by his change of mood. "No, last time I was out I got jumped. I'm not ready to go back into that yet. I really would rather you not go either but I can't keep you from doing something." He looked at me and called for a cab. "Josh, I'm sorry. I completely forgot. Don't worry I'm meeting up with some girls from the gym. I won't be too late. It's supposed to rain anyways. I'll be home before one." I said and helped him into the cab. He kissed my cheek and shut the door. Dam it I wish I wouldn't have said anything. I would go home with him but I need a few drinks and girl time. I've spent to much of my time sulking in my room. God knows I won't be hooking up with anyone. I won't even try to convince myself I'm ready to move on because I'm not. Somewhere in all of this mess I'm in, I've deluded myself into thinking me and Nash could have it all. Who was I kidding. It's been a little over a month and look at how much shit we've already been though. I'm still hurt but the best thing to do is try and live a little.

The club was packed and I was having a fun time with friends. We danced on everyone and flirted with some guys that offered to buy us drinks. I didn't want to get drunk or even tipsy so I just had one and went back on the dance floor. For the moment I can forget about everything.