Punching Blake

The hot f*cker stole my Beanie

It was not only raining but it was fucking windy too. My day seemed to go further and further down the fucking drain. At least it should be a little quieter since the shitty weather will drive most people home. I hope.

Walking into superdrug I stare up at signs hanging from the ceiling to find the coloured hair dye section. Making a bee line for the right section. “Jesus fuck why the hell do they change the layout every fucking time I come here?” I couldn't help but to mumble to myself.

Standing in front of the hair dyes I couldn't help but to stare at the more unique coloured hair dyes but then thought nah a normal colour is the way to go. Walking up and down the isle trying to find the right shade I picked one up that I think looked fairly close to my original hair colour. Turning the box around I looked at the results section. Fuck. My hair is like all of these shades. Leaning back and slowly turning my head looking to make sure no one was around I slowly pushed my fingers inside my beanie pulling a chunk of hair out to compare it to the types on the box. My hair really was chunky as fuck.

I was so engrossed in matching my shade I didn't hear somebody come up behind me until they ripped the beanie off of my head and shouted, “What are you hiding under there?!”

Turing around and slamming back into the shelves behind me, knocking a couple boxes including the one in my hand to the floor I couldn't help but scream, “Holy fuck!”

“So we have a potty mouth with really really bad fucking hair.”

Standing there in front of me was an extremely tall guy. Wait man ? no no Guy. He had dark brown hair with shorter back and side that was styled messily on top the sort of just rolled out of bed look. A chiselled well defined jaw line. These big baby blues framed with long thick eyelashes and these plump defined lips. He looked very well built with decent definition. I m not even sure I could get both hands around a bicep. The white fitted T shirt definitely suited him and showed off the goods underneath and a full sleeve of dark tattoos curling up his right  arm from his wrist leading on to his right peck. He had strong legs and was wearing a pair of low slung loosely fitted grey joggers with a jumper in his hands.

Staring up at his face I noticed that he had raised his eyebrow waiting for me to answer. Before I could answer him I turned towards where the sound of all I can describe as is high pitch snotty sounding laughter. Jesus fucking christ. Why? Not only am I stood here with stupid fucking hair, with a damn fine guy in front of me staring weirdly at my said crappy hair, but he has to have friends with him.

There was a just as attractive and equally tall guy a few steps behind him. He had short curling blonde hair that was messily styled in the surfer kind of way, with dark brown eyes, a defined jaw and nice shaped lips with the bottom lip a little more plumper then the other. He was wearing dark fitted jeans and a jumper. He was really well built to a little more then the hot beanie stealing guy and was holding hands with a petite girl. She was so fucking pretty and had great hair. The bitch. She had long auburn hair, large brown eyes and a petite slim body.

Then I moved my attention to the cunt laughing and pointing at me. She was extremely fucking tall for a girl, were her parents fucking giraffes? She had short bleach blonde hair with brown eyes caked to fuck in mascara and way to much lip stick.

I glared at the girl slowly sticking my middle finger at her making her frown at me. I turned fully towards the god like creature in front of me and leant forwards to snatch my beanie back jamming it on my head tucking up as much of the matted hair as I could. This is his fault.

“The fuck is your problem dude?”

He stared at me with raised eyebrows before letting out a deep belly laugh. “You looked all suspicious and shit. I was bored and curious.”

Is he serious? He must have a screw loose, “You were bored and curious?” I asked him.

“Yeh that is what I said right? Besides your hair looks kinda crappy but it's cute” He finished off with a wink.

“You can't just go around man handling peoples beanies!” I shouted pointing at him.

Rolling his eyes he shrugged his shoulders staring at me with a smirk. Goddamn that smirk. Look he's an arsehole I know I get it but I'm not stupid enough to be oblivious to his extremely good looks. I glared at him when he didn't reply to me. Turning around I blindly grabbed two hair dyes before slamming my body past him as I stormed towards the cashier. I made sure to grab a bottle of coke before heading to pay.

When I got home I threw myself into my room and falling face first onto my bed. Chirst today has been horrific. Why? Why did I think it would be a good idea to bleach my hair ? Sitting up I grabbed the carrier bag to actually check the instructions this time.

Stare that’s all I could do was stare. In my complete and utter stupidity with the hot fucker in the shop I bastard grabbed two wrong hair dyes. Not even of the same colour. No I grabbed a red and a blue. I don't want either colour. Can I mix these colours or do I just work the badly bleached.

Getting up and walking over to the bathroom mirror I look at if I can pull off the hair. I mean the hair really is genuinely awful and I don't think I could actually pull it off. I don't think that I could pull it off even if I was the prettiest thing going. Not that I'm ugly I'm just above average Id say. On an attractive scale of one to ten I would say I'm  a solid six probably a seven and a half on a good day.

I had Long brown hair, well now badly bleached, greyish blue eyes, a small cute nose which I can thank my mother for, plump cheeks that were always slightly pink and shapely small but plump lips with 2 cute matching dimples either side. I'm about 5 ft 7 inches with a curvy figure. I don't mean curves because I've heavily shaped my body to perfection in the gym but because i'm more on the full figured side of things. I have a tattoo on the back of my neck of a cluster of cherry blossoms.

Shaking my head I look at my watch and notice it's already 8:30 pm, “Fuck this I'm going to bed.”