I'm currently sitting on Allison's floor with a bowl of one of the most amazing pasta I have ever tasted (courtesy of Ali's mom) while Allison herself is telling me why she got home so late and blow-drying her hair.
So apparently Ali and Jake were hanging out when Jake got a call from the Devil, and he was drunk so apparently they needed to pick him up before he does something stupid. Aside from getting drunk.
I just don't get why someone can be that dumb.
"When did you do your hair?" I ask her after swallowing the pasta.
She looks up as if trying to remember. "Hmm, I think a week ago, do you like it? The girl added some more blonde highlights."
"As if you're not blonde enough." I roll my eyes and laugh.
"Heey!" She glares at me but then she giggles too. "Oh! You should get your hair done too! Oh my God yes! You've never dyed your hair and this should be like a makeover!"
It was true, I have never dyed my hair since birth. Once I was so close on getting an ombré but I chickened out in the last minute.
"No."
"Ugh c'mon Madison! You're no fun!"
"I know."
"You'll look great! I bet Dylan will like you even more."
"Ew no."
"Please."
"No."
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It's the next morning, which is Sunday morning and guess where Ali and I are.
The salon.
Yes, she succeeded on convincing me to go to the salon.
I mean, after thinking about it, I do need a bit of trim and why not just go for it, right?
If it goes bad then I can always dye it back.
Right?
"You look like a kid who's visiting the dentist." Ali states.
"The dentist isn't scary."
She shakes her head. "Well it was–is hella terrifying for me, especially that time when I got braces."
3 hours and 28 minutes later(yes I timed it), I was done in the salon.
I got a very little trim, and then at first I was getting a bit of light brown highlight but of course my lovely best friend said that is wasn't much of a change.
So here I am with a 'balayage' styled hair. To be honest it was lighter then I expected it to be, but I kind of like it.
You can obviously see the difference right away but I was not straight up blonde or anything like that.
"I know you like it." Ali smirks as she pulls away from the salon.
I nod, "It's okay, but I feel like I look like those girls in Instagram. Just hand me a baseball cap and the pink drink then I'm set."
She laughs at my joke. "I mean... you can definitely be one, take a cute picture with Dylan and you guys will be hashtag couple goals."
I make a disgusted face, "please don't."
Ali groans, "ugh I'm hungry, let's get some lunch. What do you want?"
"Anything but Chipotle, I've had enough of that yesterday."
So we decided to just head to the mall and eat in the food court. "Hey, can Jake come?" Ali asks, looking up from her phone.
"Yeah, why not?" I say, pulling out my own to check if there are any messages. Just one text from my brother telling me that I should be home for dinner.
I write a quick reply and then continue eating my fries and burger. Allison got her usual salad and wings and for drinks the both of us got iced tea.
We talked about a bunch or things while eating, youtubers (Joe Sugg is my favorite), upcoming movies(we can't for suicide squad) and a lot of random things.
"Hey I need to get some concealer, sephora?" Ally says as we walked out of the food court.
The mall here is huge, and the food court is one side while the makeup and clothes and stuff like that is on the other side. So it's pretty far.
"Allison!" A voice calls from behind us. The both of us turn our heads in sync to see Jake and no other than the Devil.
Ground, please swallow me now.
The Devil smirks at me and I glare at him. Yesterday he was snapping at me and now he's smirking again.
Bipolar much?
Jake and Ali hugged while I stand there awkwardly, "Want a hug, sunshine?"
"No."
"Aw don't be shy." He inches closer.
I glare at him, "I'll hit you if you step closer."
"You're so mean, Madison." He pouts, I roll my eyes and look at Ali and Jake who were to focused on their own little bubble.
"You look great today." The Devil says out of nowhere."Wait, did you change your hair?"
I roll my eyes again. "Shut up."
"I like your new hair, but you should stop rolling your eyes."
"And you should stop talking," I retort back.
He smirks and steps closer, "make me."
I step back, almost tripping when I do so because my shoelaces were untied.
"Sunshine, do you want me to tie your shoelaces? Because I don't want you falling for someone else."
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