The Bad Boy

Chapter 134

Stephanie's P.O.V.

Brandon and I end up at my apartment, after purchasing the blue/green hair de along with the orange for his friend. I want to ask if it's for his girlfriend, but I don't....yet.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I ask.

"Yeah, I dye Leah's hair all the time." Brandon says. "Apparently I do an addequate job because she continues to let me do it."

"Addequate. That's reasuring." I joke. 

"It'll turn out okay, I swear." He promises. "You have a lovely apartment."

"Oh, thank you." If this were Harry he'd come in and kick his boots off before flopping on the couch and making himself right at home. "Can I get you something to eat or drink?"

"Oh, no thanks." He shakes his head. "Are you read to get started? I'm just asking because this will probably take a while."

"Yeah, sure." I say. "Follow me, the bathroom's this way."

He follows me back through my bedroom into the bathroom. I grab a stool from nearbye to sit on and drag it into the bathroom with us.

"Is it weird that I'm nervous? It's just hair color..." I laugh shakily.

"No, it's not. You're making a major change to your appearance it's totally normal to be nervous." Brandon reassures me as he opens the box.

I sit down on the stool. "How do you think it'll look?"

"I'm sure it'll look great." He says. "Do you have a towel and something to wet you hair with?"

I reach around and pull out a spray bottle as well as a black towel which Brandon drapes around my shoulders and spins the stool so I'm facing away from the mirror.

Almost an hour later, Brandon takes a step back and pronounces, "I'm finished."

"At last." I laugh, still not wanting to look at the mirror. "How does it look?" 

"Just as good as I thought it would." He crosses his arms and walks around to the front of me. He reaches out and spins my shoulders so I'm facing the mirror.

I'm not sure who the girl in the mirror is but she doesn't look like me. She's got greenish blue hair and glowing pale skin. Her lips are flushed pink, and her eyelashes look darker and longer.

"So, whaddya think?" Brandon asks.

"I love it." I breath.

"I'm glad." He says as a song starts playing. "That's Leah, I've got to take this."

He steps out of the bathroom leaving me to admire my hair. After what seems like only a couple seconds he steps back in.

"I'm sorry to rush out so fast but I have to go. Leah is pissed because her roots are too dark, so it looks like it has to be Brandon the stylist to the rescue." He jokes.

"It's totally fine. I can't thank you enough." I tell him as we walk back out to the front door.

"It was no problem. I'm glad you like the way it looks." He says. He reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a business card. "Feel free to call me or text me. Maybe we could go out some time."

He must see the look on my face because he quickly adds, "Just as friends, of course."

"That would be nice." I smile, taking the business card. "Thanks again!"

"I'll talk to you later." He says before walking out of the apartment.

I take the card and put his number in my phone. It says he's in a band, and now that I think of it, he might've mentioned it while we were in the Walmart. I go back into the bathroom and clean up. The sink might be forever died blue as well as the towel. I toss the towel into the washera long with some other dirty laundry, including my t-shirt and sweats I had on. I pull on a black tank top that says "VOGUE" in white letters on the front and a pair of ripped denim shorts as well as a pair of white converse high tops.

With the water my hair has naturally loosely curled itself. I'm running my hands through it in front of the mirror when my phone rings. I pick it up and see it's Miles.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hey Steph." Miles says. 

"Are you okay?" I blurt.

"I'm fine. I just really need to get out. Do you want to go do something? We could walk, shop, go to a bar, I don't care I just really want to get out." Miles sounds urgent.

"We could just go walk around. I really don't have a feel for the area yet. I've really only been to the four blocks on either side of my apartment..." I guiltily admit.

"Have you been to Central Park?" Miles asks.

"Nope." I respond.

"Want to go?" He asks.

"Sure." I say.

"Great. I'll meet you at the entrance to the complex in ten minutes." Miles says and then the line clicks dead.

I glance once more in the mirror before deciding to apply a little bit of lipgloss and some mascara. Then I cram my phone into my pocket and head down stairs to meet Miles. True to his word he's standing outside, leaned up against the building in a pair of blue jeans and a grey t-shirt advertising NYU, looking more casual than I think I've ever seen him.

"Heeeeee.....what....is...your hair..it's green..." Miles stutters.

"It is, isn't it." I laugh. "Do you like it?"

"It looks good. I'm sorry I was just surprised." Miles shakes his head and blinks a few times before looking at my hair again.

"Thanks." I reply. "Shall we walk?"

"Sure." He responds.