Pharmacy

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It was quarter to eight in the evening, and you were now on your way to CVS pharmacy. Your family was away having a trip to visit your older sibling in college. You decided not to go, because you simply didn't to see your parents "favorite child". Your parents would never admit it, but they were more proud and took a higher favoring to your older sibling. That sibling got all the straight A's in elementary through high school, got a scholarship for academic purposes and is now in law school to become a lawyer. You could never compare to your eldest sibling and you were sick of your parents always talking so highly of that sister/brother, and never acting proud of you. You're a senior in high school, and you are doing very well. You play a school sport, get good grades and have lots of potential—but your parents just didn't see it, which pissed you off.

But anyways you were on your way to the pharmacy to pick up some bags of candy, a movie from the Redbox and a box of dye. You planned on dyeing your hair a new color, since you were getting tired of you plain, boring natural color. You wanted highlights or ombré, or even dye your head red! You didn't care, you just wanted something new. And while your hair was sitting in the bleach and dye, you planned on having a movie night and eating junk food. Because...why not? Nobody's home but you.

You parked your old car in an empty parking space, putting the car in park. You got out, walking inside the convenience store dressed your sleeping attire, which consumed of: an oversized T-shirt that fell off your shoulders, and neon pink pajama shorts that had different types of cute emojis printed on it, along with your beaten up vans.

You nodded at the acne covered boy behind the register, causing his jaw to drop that a girl like you would actually notice him.

You made your way to the candy aisle, picking up all sorts of goodies. Two bags of Kit Kats, a box of the red Christmas seasonal Oreos and some chocolate covered donuts. It wasn't Christmas, it was actually mid-summer in California—but they had Christmas Oreo cookies, so what the hey, why not have some!

After adding the sweets to your red basket, you approached aisle two, which consisted of all the hair supplies and items. You searched the shelves, trying to find a nice shade of blonde to add to the tips of your hair to add an ombré touch. You found a light shade of blonde, about to grab it off the shelf when a hand snatches it first.

You straighten up your back, looking at who the asshole was. It was a tall young man, which a very nice hairstyle, but bad hair color. He had bright pink hair, kind of like the color of your PJ shorts.

"Hey, that's my blonde hair dye!" You shrieked, trying to snatch it back, but he held it above his head. Which was kind of an insult, considering you were a head shorter than the idiot.

"Not uh," he spits. "This is my natural hair color. You think I like this pink? No way! So I'm dyeing my hair back."

"Sucks for you," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Because I am the one who reached for it first." You were growing pissed and wanted to get your dye, pay and get the hell outta here.

"Look Bubble Gum," you smirked. "Can I please have the dye? I'm not in the mood to argue with a guy who can't even dye his hair right." You ended up cracking up, just at how terrible he looked. He looked attractive, but his hair was throwing off his whole game.

"Well too bad," he huffs. "I'm leaving now." He spun on his heel, marching off towards the register.

"Wait!" You jogged over to him, catching up with him. "Give me the fucking dye, asshole. I have pepper spray and I'm not afraid to use it."

"I think you better save it," he chuckles distastefully. "Save it for a guy who wants to rape your sexy bones." You cringed, not knowing whether to take it as a compliment or insult.

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