Famous? I Don't Care

Chapter 18

Chloe's POV

After I'm done swimming I head back inside to take a shower. In a hurry I take out random clothes from the shopping bags and lay them down on the bed so that I know what to wear. Then I run inside the bathroom and into the walk-in glass shower that is next to the bathtub. Why am I such in a rush? Remember how I said that my hair is the only feature that I like about myself? Well when I go to the pool it gets really and I mean really tangled, so I immediately need to take a shower so that it's texture is always soft. I know. I know. It's just hair, but I've been bullied and my hair was probably the only thing I would be complimented on. It's really soft and with lowlights that are absolutely natural. No treatments of some sort. Absolutely natural. If you remember from before...I would never do ANYTHING to my hair, brushing only.

I chuckle to myself when I remember something from a long time ago.

~~~FLASHBACK~~~

Back in 9th grade, Andrea and I were walking out of the locker rooms, after we had changed into our P.E. uniforms. At this time I wasn't being bullied anymore. Anyways we were walking to our numbers and 3 girls walk up to me and begin to compliment me on my hair.

"I love your highlights and lowlights." One of them says.

"I know right. They look so natural." The second one says.

"That's because they are. I don't do anything to my hair. Besides brushing it twice a day. It's always been this way."

"Really? No wonder it's so soft." Both girls begin to pet my hair. I begin to feel awkward. I'm not a dog.

"My hair is also natural but way better." The third one says, who by the way doesn't like me.

"It's not natural. You died your hair." The first one says and rolls her eyes.

"That is not true! They are extensions!" Everyone bursts out laughing.

"Really? I thought you hair was natural?"

"Crap." She whispers then leaves after flipping the bird.

Everyone's laughs at her failed attempt of trying to make me feel bad.

~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~

I turn off the water and I face palm myself. When I remember something.

I forgot to get my towel...

"SOMEONE! ANYONE! COME!" I shout again and again.

After five minutes if shouting nonstop, I hear my bedroom door open.

"What happened?" I hear them ask.

"Harry umm can you pass me a towel, please. I forgot to get one." I say poking my head out while covering my body with the shower curtain.

He opens the cabinets that are near the door and takes out a towel. He smirks as he holds it in between his thumb and pointer finger.

"Do you really want it?" he says, with a smirk still on his face.

"What do you think?" By now I just want to fucking slap that stupid smirk off his face.

"Fine come and get it." He says as he drops it on the ground and leans on the wall.

"Fucking perve!" I shout when I see him lick his lips.

"What?!? Blame my hormones."

"ANDREA!! GUYS!!" I shout once again.

In a few seconds everyone comes in and Harry picks up the towel again.

"What?" Andrea shouts.