Bad Boy Can't Kiss

Chapter 11

Oh no.

"Angie!" To say Kai's scream was loud would  be the truth. Currently, I was sitting on the druggies couch while he took his shower, but I'm taking a guess that I messed up yet another set  of hair.

I sighed standing up, the house owner had left the house thankfully and had left me in charge while he was away. Apparently he  had no hope in Kai which made me appreciate how smart this man was.

As I walked slowly to the room where the bathroom was located I noticed  there were broken beer bottles on the floor, which could not be safe.

Carefully I stepped around them and knocked softly on the bathroom door.

"Come in." Kai said sarcastically. I mocked him as I opened the door because it seemed that I was gonna get screamed at.

Well, you did warn him.

That's good, we can both agree on something.

As I opened the door I expected to see a very angry Kai with messed up brown hair.

That was partly what I saw.

"Y-you! My hair is yellow!" He screamed touching his hair while looking into the small mirror.

"It's  blond actually." I corrected him letting out a small chuckle. That  caused him to turn and drop the mirror, probably not finding the  situation as funny as I had found it.

"I wanted it back to brown." He hissed lowly, taking two steps forward.

"First off, I got brown dye. Second of all, I told you I wasn't good at applying it." I shrug still facing him. He took another step towards me and I had a clear view  of the dying box that was behind him.

I reached over him and take the box and turn it many ways noticing that it wasn't brunet colored- no it was blind colored.

The lady must have switched them when I paid.

"Look,  I know you're mad but if it makes you feel better- you look better as a  blond." I tried to compliment, it was a true statement but  complimenting an asshole was never one of my strong traits.

"Ge thanks." He rolled his eyes and turned back, shuffling his hair.

"The  dye isn't gonna take off," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.  There was still some blue stands, but it looked mostly blond.

"Wait."  He turned around to look at me, taking the box out of my hand. "Didn't  you get two of these? Is the other one brown by any chance?" He asked.  My eyebrows furrowed, but I nodded anyway. I got that one for me, but I  mean if he really wants to be a brunette then I'll give him mine.

"Where  did you put the bag?" I asked. He pointed out the bathroom door and to  the bed, there I saw messed up sheets with food on top. I made no  comment and made my way to it, picking up the bag. "Eh, this one is  blond too." Without realizing he was next to me, I turned around causing  me to bump into him.

"What? Why would you get the same color!" He  took the box away from me and examined it. As if it were going to  change if he glared at it long enough.

"Um, I wanted to dye my  hair too, but I guess not anymore." I leaned on one foot as he sat down  on the messy bed. No way what I gonna sit down in that mess.

His  eyebrows furrowed, a thoughtful expression made its way to his face. And  I swear on my short time of living that a lightbulb appeared on top of  his head.

His eyes met mine and I had to turn away seconds after due to the evil stare he sent me.

"I'll  dye your hair next. If I'm going to have it blond you will too." Once  those words left his mouth my head shifted to face him again.