Hairspray Cinderella

1 || Bad Hair Day

I stare agape as the cab drove away, leaving me at least a block or two from where I needed to be. I took a cab for a damn reason, and that reason is not to be late and stranded in the street in the middle of the night in my flipping prom dress from last year because I'm cheap like that.

My uncle's wedding just had to be in the middle of the night, I mean- honestly who does that? Even freaking Edward Cullen had his wedding in the day but no, he just had to have it in the middle of the night. I'm late already. My parents are going to kill me. You see I took too long to prepare and they were nagging my ear off so I told them to just go ahead and they did and now I'm going to die. Their fault for being so damn impatient.

I looked around me, it was dark and cold and completely empty. I wasn't even completely ready! I was just doing my hair when they called me and told me they'd ground me for a month if I were late. Harsh, if you asked me. I sighed and started walking in the direction of the wedding, looking through my bag for something I could use as a weapon in case anything happens.

It's not called being paranoid, it's called being cautious. I cuss out the cab driver in my head, this is all your fault you lazy arse grease of rotten potato. Chucking my phone or my comb or my wallet didn't seem ideal, and I'm pretty sure bobby pins and lipstick weren't helpful either. I did  have my can of hairspray though, nearly empty but it's metal and it's way better than nothing. My mum won't get me pepper spray because apparently, she doesn't trust me with it. Thanks for sacrificing your daughter for a spray of pepper or whatever.

I kept the can in my hand as I continued walking, thankfully, almost there. I saw a hooded figure walking towards me and my eyes widen in fear. My heart beat accelerated as he came nearer. You could only imagine what people would think if they see a teenage girl in a blue prom dress, in the middle of the night in the street and holding a can of hairspray. 

A mental image of him bringing out a knife and demanding my phone and wallet scared me, movies I've watched even proved that muggers kill them most of the time I mean- look at Uncle Ben! Okay, maybe not but still.

As he neared me, the distance between us was nearly gone so I panicked and immediately lifted the hairspray can up and brought it down on his shoulder. He yelled, causing me to panic even more. He was angry. Crap.

I continued to hit him with the can as hard as I can until he realized he can dodge it with his arms. No pepper spray? No problem. I removed the cap immediately and sprayed him in the eyes causing him to yell in pain and double over.

"What the hell?!" He roared and my eyes widened at the voice. Oh God, please don't tell me-

"You sprayed hairspray?" He asks blinded still and double over, rubbing his eyes. No no no no. Damn it. Why didn't I recognize him? Why didn't I recognize the guy who I've been stalking for years?

James Duke. I honestly blame the hood.

"Oh my God, I-I'm so sorry. I-I love you" I stammered and facepalmed at my idiocy.

"What?" He was halfway of using his sleeve to wipe his eye when I dropped the can and sprinted for my life. This was my life and death situation because if he finds out who I am, he's going to kill me for the hairspray attack or humiliate me for the 'I love you' stunt.

Kill me. Why in the world of unicorns would you say I love you' after attacking the guy with hairspray? I'm such an idiot. I didn't bother looking back, even as he called for me with a 'Hey! Wait- stop!'.

At least I knew that he didn't know who I was or my name. He didn't see my face and that was all that mattered as I came to a halt in front of the building where the wedding was being held. I was panting heavily at the entrance whilst looking back, glad not to have James chase after me. I wheezed, I am so out of shape. This is why I took a damn cab.

"Are you alright, Ma'am?" The guard approaches me and I nod, catching my breathe.

"I'm fine, thanks" I straightened up and gave him a smile. I now look like a hobo in a dress. I could only imagine my once beautiful curls sticking in every direction with some strands straightened already to my natural hairstyle. Should've put more hairspray.

I walked into the building with my hair sticking to my forehead due to the sweat. I feel disgusting. My mother saw me and made her way towards me with a horror stricken face.

"What happened to you?" She attempted to fix my birds nest of a hair but failed. "Give me your hairspray. I'm sure we can still make this look... tolerable" she finished and I laughed nervously.

"You see about that... Er-I got mugged...?" I say unsure. I thought I was getting mugged at least and that still counts.

"What!? Darling, are you hurt? What did they take? Did you call the police?" She rambled.

"I'm fine. I didn't call the cops, they Er- just took my hairspray" I mentally facepalmed. She stared at me but when realizing I was serious she looked confused before she waved it off.

"It's just hairspray, you've still got a lot of stock at home. What matters is that you're alright" she kissed me cheek and led me through the crowd.

But not before I saw Nathan Hedley snap a picture of me with a smirk. Great, Mister-I'm-evil-and-popular has hard evidence of my monstrosity aside from myself.

Nathan Hedley was the boyfriend of my very, very distant cousin Serena, who is also Miss-I'm-evil-and-popular. When we arrive in the powder room, I realize that Nathan had a picture of me wearing the same dress as the girl who attacked James Duke. The most popular guy in school who just happened to be the best friend of Nathan.