"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♫ Valentina ♫
"I'M GONNA GET fucking blackout drunk, I can't wait." Kaya squeals, shaking my shoulders before she calms down and resumes her self-assigned duty of straightening my hair.
I was all for leaving it curly like I always do because I cannot be fucked to straighten it all, but Kaya refused.
I tried to convince her it wasn't a good idea because if I'm drinking, potentially dancing, and moving all night, that means I'll be sweating and sweating means frizzy hair. A lot of fucking frizzy hair.
She told me she had products to prevent that from happening and proceeded to shove me into the shower and tell me to wash my hair with a certain type of cream she uses after I do my conditioner, and when I came out, I might as well have been in a hair salon.
She had her straightener, brushes, products and everything else lined up on the basin, as well as her hair dryer. I don't know why we couldn't just use my one, but it was useless arguing with her about shit like this.
A few dudes came down to the bathroom and saw Kaya doing my hair and all the products on the basin, and the look on their faces made me want to laugh. Pure confusion and annoyance.
Everyone knew about the party, and it seemed like it was somehow even more talked about than the last one we went to.
Almost every class for the entire week, everyone around me was talking about what they were going to go as. I didn't hear anyone say anything close to a Monster High character, so I knew that Charlotte, Kaya and I would be fine.
Oliver and Miles had agreed to be Woody and Buzz Lightyear together, both of which got killed in some horrible freak accident and I, for some reason, decided to offer my talent in doing the gore for their looks.
I didn't know what anyone else was going as, but I knew that Mac and Finnick were planning something, Dallas was rocking up in all black, and I had no clue about Luca.
I can't tell if it's my fault or his that we hadn't been talking enough for him to tell me if he had prepared anything, but I don't want to point blame. Even if I know it's on me, I'm still not going further into it.
The party starts at 6:30 and despite it currently being 1:00, Kaya insisted we start getting ready.
Charlotte told us she wouldn't be able to sit in on the transformation of my hair because she had to keep working on her art piece for the competition, and Kaya and I understood perfectly, so we let it be.
Her look doesn't have much to do. The main thing is colouring her green and doing the fins. She already has the blonde hair for it, which only needs to be curled slightly, and the full outfit, so having a bit less time to do her look wasn't too drastic of an issue.
"When was the last time you cut your hair?" Kaya asks, her eyes focused on my hair as she brushes it out before blow drying it with a rounded brush.
"Dunno," I reply, arranging all the bottles in front of me in height order, then in colour gradient order, then in alphabetical order.
