Punching Blake

It all goes wrong

Do I really want to do this? I flick my eyes between the boxes in my hands staring intensely, almost hoping the answer will jump out magically and slam me right in the face. I m not exactly the shy girl next door, who makes a conscious effort to go unnoticed in her dull over sized clothes but I don't want to look a complete twat and I’m slightly terrified of my mums reaction even if I am technically an adult now.

Huffing, I throw the two boxes down on my carpet in front of me, placing my elbows on my crossed knees pinching the bridge of my nose. It's not like I’m ever impulsive and its my last term of uni before summer starts. I feel like I'm more boring than just being average. But then again this could go horrifically wrong both for me and on me.

Fuck it! I'm going to be impulsive, well slightly it's not like it's took me over a month to decide but hey it still counts. Grabbing the boxes and standing up I walk towards my small and slightly cramped en-suite and slam them onto the side, ripping my top off in the process, mostly because it's my favourite ninja turtle top and I don't want to loose my nerve. Walking over to my desk I put some music on turning the volume up, I slowly begin to bob my head to the music, Whilst I roughly force a brush through my hair. “Shit I really should brush this more, how the fuck can hair get this knotty !?”

Holy shit balls I'm doing this. I really should have read the instructions however I’ve watched way to many YouTube tutorials so that totally makes me a pro, right? I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror whilst I messily slap the bleach mix onto my head, starting at the front of my head first. Pep talking my way.

“Ok, that's it. This is going well. So far so good.”

What have I done? I couldn't help but stare at my hair in shock. I could have sworn it wasn't meant to turn out this fucking patchy. The fucking girls in the video didn't come out like this? The chunks of orange, dotted over my head mixing in with the strawberry blonde but the most annoying part was that my roots and temples were this perfect white, not blonde, white. The colour I wanted. I for sure couldn't go around looking like this. Nuh huh, no. I'd be a laughing stock. I look a complete and utter twat. I couldn't stop staring at myself.

Grabbing my phone I dial my best friends number, she can help.

“S'up you savage?!”

“Really Faith , now In all seriousness I have a situation..”

“Shattin hell. You had sex finally and your up the duff. Don't worry I'll grab a pint of apple juice and a couple of those piss sticks. Oooo oo can I do one to, always wanted to. And for moral support too I guess mainly.”

“NO! What the fuck is wrong with you?. I fucking bleached my hair!”

“Then why are you ringing me? I’m literally two doors down.”

I couldn't help but slam my palm to my forehead. “ Yes but it went wrong. I look stupid and I don't want any of the morons we live with to see! What do I do?!”

Finishing my ramble I stared at myself in the mirror, I really did look stupid and I could just imagine the reactions I'd get off the assholes I live with. See I live in student accommodation with my best friend Faith and three other boys. Never again. Not that I'm saying all of the male population are dirty, loud, bullshitting, bitchy bastards but hey they definitely are and I do not want to take the chance to spend another year with that again.

“Cora! CORA! Are you listening to me?”

I flinched when I heard Faith Screaming my name down the phone, does she has to scream? I didn't even need the phone to hear her, I could genuinely hear her screaming two rooms over with all doors closed.

“Yes, yes Jesus. I hear you! Now just to be sure repeat what you said”

“See I fucking knew you weren't listening to me!”

“Will just Fucking tell me!”

“Right just go to the shop, buy some brown hair die and die the mess back to its almost original colour. Then sorted and no I'm not going for you, I'm busy. My doors locked so that you can't check if I'm lying. Bye, Love you!”

I rolled my eyes at her abrupt phone call end. I really didn't want to try and question what she was up to, the unpredictable nut. I love her shit tons. She's a bomb ass best friend, couldn't ask for better. Faith is a 5 ft 6” slim, hazel eyed Slightly impulsive, unpredictable, caring weirdo with forest green long hair. Faith is the type of person to say she wants to shave her head for example and she would just do it. If anyone said a cunty thing to me she wouldn't think twice before giving them a mouthful with the possibility of punching then in the face if It was called for.

Throwing a random top on and my jacket I almost rushed out of my room before the shops shut, when I caught myself in the full length mirror on the back of the door.  “Shit how he fuck am I going to cover my hair ?”

Flicking my eyes around my room I remembered that Faith had left one of her beanies in my room. My room wasn't much to sing and danced about, it was a fairly average student room. Next to my door pushed up to a corner was my extremely comfortable double bed with black bed sheets, at the other end of the room was a long radiator with a really large square window above it, I had a long rounded desk fixed in place and a double shelf decorated with some books, Dvds, pop figures, make up and the rest of my shit. Plus I had my TV and ps4 on a small end table at the end of my bed next to my large wardrobe. Next to the end of my desk was a small bathroom with my own shower. Fucking bonus! There was a decently sized space in the middle of the room with a pretty cream rug in the middle. Shit I love me a good rug.

Walking over to a small box I kept next to my wardrobe For shoes ands bags I plucked out a Dark green bobble topped beanie. Bunching my Chunky coloured hair into one hand on top of my head before extremely awkwardly sliding the beanie on, making sure that any loose hair was hidden pushing it into the beanie. I looked a moron, I actually did.

Frowning I popped my head outside of the door to make sure no one was around, waiting a few seconds to be sure before quickly and as swiftly as I could I shut and locked my door making a break for it before anyone could question the head choice.