Chapter 33: New Hairstyle 2 POV's: It Was Either This Or The Ouija Board

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"Okay, when you asked me to follow you to the bathroom, this is not what I had in mind," Mia remarked, her tone a mixture of amusement and confusion.

I furrowed my brows, my lips curling into a playful smile. "What? I thought I was very clear," I quipped, my voice light and teasing.

Mia leaned against the bathroom counter, crossing her arms. "This better be good. I'm missing chemistry for this," she warned, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

I continued sectioning my hair, preparing for the transformation I had envisioned. "Trust me, it'll look amazing. I've been thinking about this all through English class," I assured her, the excitement of the upcoming change radiating from me.

She stared inquisitively as I whipped around the large scissors, their silver sheen glinting in the bathroom's light. She couldn't help but inquire, "Where did you get those?"

Hushing her, I brought the sharp blades of the scissors closer to my hair, the moment of transformation drawing near. "Goodbye, old Minji," I murmured, the anticipation building in the room. Mia echoed my sentiments as I took a deep breath and, with a decisive chop.

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As I walked into the school's bustling hallway, it was evident that my new look had already become a topic of discussion. If people weren't staring at me before, they definitely were now. The world around me seemed to move in slow motion as I strolled, my hand in my pockets, my new hair making me feel lighter than ever.

Mia walked beside me, a partner in crime for my impromptu transformation. As we approached a group of our friends, I couldn't help but observe the shocked expressions on their faces.

"What did you do?" Stephan exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment. It was difficult to discern whether he was amazed or in sheer horror at the change.

Jack, on the other hand, offered a more positive reaction. "It looks nice. It really suits you," he complimented with a genuine smile. Grateful for the encouragement, I returned the smile.

"Thanks. It took forever, and Mia had to stop me because I almost cut off too much," I confessed, a hint of sheepishness in my voice. Mia chimed in, "She needs a leash," playfully teasing me.

I nudged her in response, a sign of my gratitude for her assistance. Mia laughed, and it was clear that her presence had been essential in ensuring my impulsive haircut didn't go awry.

As we all gathered for lunch, I ran my fingers through my new hair, feeling the strands for the first time. The sensation was invigorating, and I couldn't help but smile at the newfound lightness and confidence that came with this dramatic change.

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I had my hair bundled in my pockets, not wanting it to go to waste. I had plans to donate it to a cancer trust, a decision that had felt right. As I walked through the school hallway with the remnants of my previous look in my pockets, I was acutely aware of the significant changes that had occurred in my life.

I found myself in the young love phase, where the intensity of emotions and the butterflies in my stomach were at an all-time high. The rumors that had once hurt me no longer held the same power. I had reached a point where I only cared about the opinions of Mia and my friends. They understood me, and they knew that I would never involve myself in the world of drugs or any reckless behavior.

As we strolled down the hallway, James and Perez walked behind me. With a sense of spontaneity, I decided to break the silence. "Hey guys," I said, pausing in my tracks, causing everyone else to halt as well. "Should we go to a party?" I suggested, my voice filled with a hint of excitement.

They exchanged glances, contemplating the idea. After a moment of silent agreement, they collectively shrugged and nodded. Encouraged by their response, I nodded back.

"Only if I'm hosting," James chimed in with a grin. I shrugged, a carefree attitude encompassing me. "I don't care; I just want to hang out," I declared, my desire for a fun and spontaneous evening clear.

With the decision made, we continued on our way, heading toward James's house, where the prospect of a night filled with friends, laughter, and good times awaited.

-(James POV: 💋)

I gulped, feeling a sense of impending doom as the empty soju bottle spun erratically on the floor. It had come down to a choice between this and the ouija board, and we had somehow settled on the game that was bound to cause the most chaos - "spin the bottle."

The suspense was palpable as we watched the bottle's frantic rotations. When it finally came to a rest, it was aimed perilously close to Jack. I sighed in relief; it wasn't Perez that I had to kiss, but rather my brother. The thought of locking lips with him was enough to make me gag, so I settled for a chaste peck on the cheek. Jack was unfazed by the brotherly affection, but I couldn't help but cringe.

As if the game wasn't wild enough, Jack had an idea to crank things up a notch. "You know what? Let's spice it up a little," he proposed, his mischievous grin triggering my anxiety. "Whoever it lands on from now on, we have to do 'seven minutes in heaven,'" he announced, and to my dismay, this sparked cheers from a rather enthusiastic Minji, and only Minji.

"Jack, that's stupid," I protested, knowing this game would lead to nothing but trouble. Perez seemed to share my sentiments, and he chuckled. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but I'm not kissing a girl," he declared. Mia nodded in agreement, "Vice versa."

However, Minji had a different agenda in mind. She smiled mischievously. "So let's invite more people," she suggested, and a devious idea began to take shape.

I raised an eyebrow, regarding my twin brother with a mix of trepidation and sly intent. "Yeah, Minji, you're right," I conceded, my voice filled with an unspoken plan. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I locked eyes with my loyal twin and delivered the fateful words, "Let's invite Zack and his friends."

The look of horror that overcame him was utterly priceless, and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the impending chaos we were about to unleash.

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