Rebel to Princess | k.th ff

Chapter 3

Maya P.O.V
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Sadly lunch came and went rather too quickly for my liking. The day was almost over and I was in my last class of the day-- Literature. Usually I paid attention in this class because I like poetry, which is the topic we're currently focused on. It was something I always loved because I couldn't really go wrong with them and their message was always up for individual interpretation. But today I just didn't find anything interesting about what the teacher was saying.

He seemed to be going on different styles of writing or something like that. But I just sat, looking out the window at the window and observing the trees blending in the breezy weather. The white masses of clouds in the sky seemed to shift into a variety of different shapes, making for an interesting scenery.

"Maya," the teacher called bringing me back to reality, "can you tell me what poem can have 17 or 11 syllables?"

"A hiaku poem," I replied nonchalantly at her attempt to catch me off gaurd.

"Thank you, now--" she spoke as I started to zone out again staring out the window.

It was a really nice weather out but I had nothing planned after school, at least not until tonight. What's tonight you might wonder? Well, a party is going to hosted and I'm going to be going with Yoongi and Emily- like usual- but with how I left things with my mom this morning let's hope she not home 'cause I don't want to hear her complain.

After about 10mins of zoning out, the dismissal bell finally rang, signaling the end of school. Everyone starts rushing out but I just take my time. I have nothing waiting for me back home so there's no real reason for me to rush. Plus I don't want to be swept up into the mob in the halls and have to tell anyone off.

I take my leave once I've gathered all my belongings, walking past students who choose to chill near the lockers. Some are putting away their unnecessary books or being the loyal friends they are and waiting for others. Most of the students already left which is reasonable, who'd want to stay here?

"Hey Maya," I turn to see Yoongi waiting for me at the door.

"Hey, wassup" I greet him as we turn to leave.

"Wait for me!!" someone yells from inside and when we turn around, its Emily running down the hallway.

"Were you bitches 'bout to leave me?" She asks with an offended expression.

"We still here aren't we," I turn to her with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow.

"Whatever," she rolls her eyes. "Anyways what are we gonna do? I'm bored~"

"Honestly I'm not sure," I shrug my shoulders.

"I mean I wanted to change my hair," Yoongi suggests. "Y'all could come with and maybe change your hair too."

"Sure, that's not a bad idea Emily needs it anyways." I joke laughing with Yoongi.

"Wow you're such an asshole," she scoffs. "I was gonna change up my look anyway."

"You still love this asshole anyways," I said throwing a wink at her.

"You're both assholes, now let's go," Yoongi chimes in as we head towards the hair salon.

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The bell above the door chimed upon our entrance of the hair salon. The interior of the salon and calm and light. And it wasn't too small that you felt confined, but it also wasn't too big that you felt overwhelmed by the space, it was a moderate size. It wasn't very filled with a lot people which made it a lot more comfortable.

"Hi, welcome to *salon name*, how may I help you?" A hair stylist spoke as she approached us.

"Yeah, I wanna change my hair color to this," says Yoongi as he reaches for his phone and shows her the color he wants.

"Ok that can be done," she replies after examining the color. "Is there anything else you need?"

"My friend, she--" Yoongi starts to speak but is cut off by Emily.

"Yeah, I wanna try this," she says showing the lady want she wants.

"That's doable, and if that's all just take a seat and we'll be right with you," she smiled and left.

"So what you gonna do with your hair?" I asked Emily.

"That's for me to know you to find out," she replied with a slight smirk.

"Whatever you don't have to tell me," I spoke as I took a seat. "But I know you're doing this for your little boyfriend," I teased with a noticeable smirk painted on my face.

"Whatever floats your boat bitch," she rolled her eyes siting between me and Yoongi.

Yoongi P.O.V

After waiting to be called, we are finally able to get our hair done. And as I head over to the stylist chair I bring up the image of the color I want.

"Can I see that color you want?" the hairstylist ask as she puts the apron over me when I sit.

"Here," I reply holding up my phone for her to see.

"Ok, tell me go get the dye and I'll be right back," she smiles at me and turns to leave.

After she leaves I look back at the phone and at the color I want, I hope she likes it when I'm done, I thought. And after what felt like 2 minutes the stylist cane back.

"Let's get started," she states smiling at me in the mirror as I return the smile and she begins doing my hair.

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