Preface
You only get one chance to notice a new haircut. Somehow, I managed to fuck it up.
Are you sure you didn't just get it done?
My handwriting was sloppy and slightly illegible. I wrote on a crinkled up piece of paper that exposed a written conversation between me and Iris (aka that prissy chick sitting five desks away). I made an effort to keep my penmanship neat, but after the first two words I convinced myself that real men write like men. Just another one of my "fuck it" moments.
Mr. Kenny, our calculus teacher, was right in the middle of giving another lecture when I folded up the paper and tossed it to a suspecting Iris. As soon as she grabbed it, she read it and the look on her face said it all. Her hand reached for the nearest pen and she wrote viciously. I could practically feel her glare burning when she finished up and rolled the paper back to me.
Adam, I dyed it last week!
Yikes! I should've known there was something different about her when she came to school that one day with blonde hair instead of brown. I mentally facepalmed.
Her cursive handwriting stared back at me as I tried impatiently to think up a legitimate excuse. Ugh, this might possibly be worse than that time when I forgot to feed her pet hamster. Let's just say, things didn't end well for that little fella.
I thanked God when I heard the bell ring. Nothing was sweeter than the sound of that bell marking the end of class. It was especially sweet, knowing that I could finally explain myself to Iris face to face. By the time I packed up all my stuff into my bookbag, Iris was already on her way out the door. Probably off to her locker. Or looking for a weapon to smack me with.
"Iris, wait up!" I yelled, chasing her down the hallway. She was already stacking her textbooks up in her locker. An old collage of boy bands hung on the rusted locker door.
"Please don't be mad," I begged for her attention. I hadn't noticed 'til now, her newly blonde hair brought out the brown in her eyes.
"I'm not mad," she said, almost too casually. In other words, she wasn't going to let this go, not until she got the satisfaction of bringing it up again when I least expected it.
"I'm sorry! You know how busy I was with the new job and..." I went on and on with different excuses, anything that would make her forgive me. I even pulled my famous smolder!
But all I got out of her was a half-hearted, "It's okay."
I frowned. I thought for sure the smolder would get her.
"What do you say I make it up to you?" I said, noticing her eyes catch mine.
"And how would you do that?"
"You, me. Movie night."
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Author's Note: Hey guys! I hope you really enjoyed the preface of this story! I know it's kinda short and doesn't lead into anything "special" yet, but I promise it's worth reading!
The girl to the right is our potential Iris! Gorgeous gal!
I'm planning to write the next chapter by next week sometime. If I don't, you have the right to panic. Haha, but I guess that's pretty much it. My work here is done, for now. Feel free to comment & vote! I appreciate everyone's support!
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