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Chapter Nine

Quinn wasn't a natural blonde, but since she was 15 years old, she'd been getting her hair dyed and root touch ups. Which also came with hair masks, expensive shampoos, and conditioners to combat the harshness of her hair upkeep.

Her natural hair color was a deep brown, one that she shared with her mother. One she got from her mother. For two years she's wanted to return to brunette, but one thing always stopped her. Tanner. He loved her blonde hair and begged her not to.

But she was beginning to care less about what he thought and more about what she thought.

The timer on her phone beeped and she prayed she hadn't missed any spots as she walked to the shower and began rinsing the dye out. Orange and reds poured out of her hair into the tub, and she kept washing until it ran clear, then a minute longer to be extra cautious.

She rung her hair out and then began towel drying it. Scrunching it to remove any excess water so that it would be easier to blow out. She knew it wasn't good to blow out dyed hair especially freshly dyed hair. But she didn't care as she ran her fingers through her hair and put heat to it, she wanted to see the results now. She didn't want to wait.

When she looked in the mirror, she didn't see just herself, she saw her mother too. She looked good, she looked better than she ever did as a blonde but that was never the reason she wanted to return to this color. She did it so she could be closer to her and in this way, she was.

She ran her fingers through her hair with a smile, a laugh and then a few short tears of happiness.

Then she left the bathroom. Ready to return to the library. She passed the leather jacket on her way out and contemplated returning it to Ian, but then she thought otherwise. If he wanted it back, she would make him ask. Then she passed her phone, she wanted peace, and she knew Tanner was blowing up her phone so she left it.

She pulled the door open, expecting to see Ian standing there but he wasn't. She walked down the stairs and straight into her library, noting her father's office was closed once again and that he was likely in there with him.

She walked to her corner in the library and picked up the next book in her pile, but she didn't get a chance to open the first page before he walked inside and did a double take on her.

"I thought you'd be here. Come on."

She raised an eyebrow at him and waited for him to explain.

"Your father is preparing for the reelection. I have to run political errands and you have to come with."

She sighed.

"Can't someone else, do it?"

"Everyone else is handling the statewide election business, just be glad were local. Come on."

"Can't I just stay here." She motioned around herself to the library.

"No."

She rolled her eyes and removed her glasses, picking up a blanket and her book and she stood walking past him in the doorway straight to the car.

On the outside of it read. "Reelect Forks Emorie for Governor."

"That's low profile." She said with sarcasm and ripped open the back door to the car, ignoring the front seat completely.

She climbed inside and made herself comfortable in the middle seat with her feet propped on the center consol. If she was going to be forced to be here, she was not going to suffer.

They drove for a 15 minutes making multiple stops already before Ian spoke.

"Your hair."

"Go on, make your insult." She looked at him through the rearview mirror to see him rolling his eyes. His first tightened on the steering wheel, and they were back to angering one another so quickly. She preferred it.