Starships

Chapter 12

"Star? Is everything okay?" I feel someone sit next to me. I look up and see that it's Babs. She wraps her arm around me, and pulls me up. She guides me to the weight room.

"Okay, spill. I know it's about Dick." Babs lets go of me and faces me.

I shuffle my feet and wipe my face. I can't tell if I wiped sweat or tears away, "I am just so confused. He keeps inflicting these different body languages and has been friendly towards me. I don't know how I feel. I do like him, but..."

"But, what?" Babs cuts me off.

"I don't know." I am nervously playing with a strain of loose hair.

"Star, I know Dick. I have known him since middle school." Babs puts a hand on my shoulder, "He is the most difficult man ever. He does not know how to talk to women. He is just, just..."

"Awkward?" I offer.

"Yes! But I know one thing," Babs steps closer to whisper, "if he wants something, he will get it. And I think he wants you."

A smile crept along my face, I don't know if it's because of embarrassment or being joyful. I give Babs a tight hug, and she responds with a hug as well.

"Girls! Let's go! We need to get ready for the game." Bee pokes her head in. We let go and get ourselves back into the locker room. We go in and get dress in her cheer uniform. Donna offers to curl my hair, which I let her do so. I walk myself over to where Donna has her mini salon setup. When I sit down, I see her hair better. It's up in a high ponytail with big curls. Every time she moves, they bounce behind her. She asks how I would like my hair.

"You can surprise me." I reply back. When those words left my mouth I felt her excitement fill the room. She brushes my hair, and sprays it. The area becomes foggy due to the sprays. I can feel her separating my hair into different sections, and clipping those away. Then the part that I am nervous about comes, the curling iron. I never used any type of hair tool on my hair, except for a hairbrush. I trust Donna so I relax. I feel her clamp the hair into the iron, and her rolling it up towards my scalp. I tense when I start to feel the heat, which I think Donna notices, because she unrolls the iron a bit. She continues to curl my hair, making sure that each curl is perfect. She gets done, and I look in the bathroom mirror. I gasp when I see myself. The red curls make me look grown up. They are playful and bouncy just like Donna's.

"Thank you!" I tell her.

"Well we aren't done yet, I need to pull your hair into a pony tail." Donna tells me, while she is getting a hair tie and my silver bow. I walk back and sit in front of her. She brushes my curls back into a low pony tail. She ties it back, then finishes off with the bow. She goes back with the curling iron to retouch any curls. She pats my shoulder, telling me that she is now done. I go back to the mirror to see the finished look. I absolutely love it.

"Will you do my hair for tomorrow?" I ask Donna.

"Sure!" She agrees. She is cleaning up her salon station. I clap my hands in excitement. I head back over to my stuff and gather my things that I would need for the game. Babs announces that she is heading over to the football field, so I join her.

We get to the field, and start stretching.

"Did Donna do your hair too?" Babs asked me.

I repositioned myself so I can see her face, "Yes, I asked if she wanted to do my hair tomorrow too. She said yes."

"Donna is so good at that. I wish I had that type of talent." Babs admits. Her hair is up in a bun, which I think suits her, "Where are you getting ready at tomorrow then?"

I haven't thought of that nor did it cross my mind. This is my first high school dance after all, "Well I am thinking at my house."

"If you want, I usually get ready at the Manor for events like this. You are welcome to join us if you want." Babs tells me. She switches from leg stretches to her arms.