Breaking point

Destroying the good girl rep

I followed Cole into a store I'd never even heard of called "party rockers". Loud music blasted through out the store, all the clothes had a similar style to the ones I was wearing.

"This should do it." Cole gesture around at the clothes, "go find some stuff."

I raised an eyebrow but walked away to explore the store. Some of the clothes just took edgy to far, such as the entirely spike covered bra like shirt or the pants that were so ripped they were basically see through.

Though there were some items that looked pretty cool. One thing That caught my eye was a short leather vest with a belted waist.

I grabbed my size in the vest along with a newer pair of slightly ripped jeans and a grey tank top . As I wandered toward the dressing rooms, I stopped by the shoe section grabbing a pair high heeled, studded ankle boots.

The clothes fit perfectly so I went toward the checkout, grabbing a set of bracelets and black rose earrings on my way.

"Ok, I'm bored of shopping." I stated, holding up my shopping bag.

Cole rolled his eyes, "where to then?"

"The tattoo parlor, I'm gonna get two new ear piercings."

Cole nodded in approval as we went back outside and climbed onto his Harley. I found myself resisting the urge to lean my head on his back as I held onto him and he sped down the road.

A tattoo covered worker met us at the door when we walked into the parlor. I felt myself tense a little, but I pretended that it didn't creep me out at all and put on a confident smile.

"I want to get two more piercing on each ear." I informed the worker, she nodded and patted a seat near the piercing guns.

Taking a seat, I tried my best to relax as she marked my ear and prepared the earring gun.

Within 30 seconds she'd finished my first ear. It hadn't hurt as much as I'd anticipated since I'd been forever since I'd gotten my first piercing. After she had completed the second ear, I paid her and jogged back to the door where Cole was waiting.

"We done now?" Cole asked in a bored tone.

"Nope." I trotted down the sidewalk toward the hairstylist.

Cole groaned and followed me. Once inside the hair salon, I realized that I really had no idea what I planned to do with my hair.

"Cole, what should I do with my hair?" I asked as I chewed the edge of my lip in concentration.

"Wash it?" He suggested with a smirk.

I slapped him on the arm and decided I'd dye the tips cherry red.

Walking up to the counter, I told the stylist what I wanted then followed them to one of the chairs.

They sprayed my hair and brushed in the color before wrapping it with foil. After an eternity of waiting, they finally removed the foil, washed my hair out and blow dried it. I smiled at my reflection as I got up and went to the counter to pay.

Cole leaned on the door waiting as I walked over with my newly dyed hair.

"It's nice" Cole nodded, lifting up the end of my hair briefly before letting go and walking out to his motorcycle.

I smiled, glowing on the inside from the tiny compliment.

"Ok, now it's my turn to help you be edgy." Cole stated, revving the engine as I wrapped my arms around his torso.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he idled the engine for a moment.

He looked back at me with a smirk, "trust me."