All Boys Have Cooties (ON HOLD)

Chapter 17

"Viola!" Pear's overly enthusiastic singsong voice says as Lisa's 'drama blanket' is yanked from the mirror.

Sitting in front of me is a girl. A girl with the same face as me but with just one itty-bitty, teeny-weeny change.

My hair...is...FUCKING PINK!

Cue the screaming. I literally screamed till my voice went hoarse.

My once perfectly normal blonde hair is now cut down to my chest, falling all around me in a disgusting pink.

Pink!

The color of an infected wound spilling out with puss. The color of ill tasting antibiotics. The color that makes me want to hurl and yank out my eyes.

"What the fucking heck is wrong with you, you little bastard!" I scream whipping around to face him with a smug look on his face. "It looks like I have cotton candy instead of hair." I growl, imagining this nasty little French man's neck in my hands.

"Je ne parle pas anglais" he says with that indifferent look of smug accomplishment.

"That means 'he doesn't speak English'," says Lisa, translating for me as I turn to glare at her.

"Pierre?" says Tiffany "Um...can you change her hair so it maybe isn't pink?"

"Non." He says, crossing his arms. "I do not edit my masterpieces."

I whip around and glare at him.

"You change it now!" I growl at him and shooting daggers at him with my eyes.

"Would you like a facial too?" He says innocently "Your stress lines are very deep." He makes a gesture at my enraged face with a small flourish of his hands. That's it.

"You better run you little French bastard." I growl ripping off the pink barber cape he had put on me. "Cause I can guarantee your head is going to be chopped off by a guillotine."

"You Americans have no idea what it is." He says chuckling "Now out, out you go. Luna is coming in a half an hour and I have to figure out how to change her magnifique brown hair to platinum blonde and keep it permanently straight for her entire tour."

"You fucking bastard! Fix my hair! I don't give a shit about Luna! She can wait!" I yell, extending my arm out to pull out a hand full of his hair. But the crafty bastard dodges my outstretched hand by an inch or two.

"Sorry" He says in a voice that holds no regret. "But Luna will be here soon. Good bye."

And with that he skips into the back room, shutting and locking the door.

"You bastard!" I yell, rushing over to the door and pounding my fists on it. "Come back out here you low life coward!"

"Calm down Jane." Says Lisa from behind me. I spin on my heel to glare down at her.

"Calm down?" I say breathlessly.

"Yeah." Lisa gives me a smile, completely unfazed by the monstrosity that is my hair.

"Lisa I will not calm down!" I say loudly making her flinch "I look like the freaking pink panther on steroids."

"Hey...on the bright side you can say its in honor of Michael Clifford's new hair." Pipes up Tiffany.

"I don't even know who that is." I say exasperated. "I don't want to look like a stupid little cartoon that my younger sister watches."

"He's not a cartoon." Tiffany says crossly.

"I don't really care who he is," I growl. "I just don't want to look like a stupid valentines present gone wrong."

"Okay," says Lisa, picking up her bag and multiple shopping bags. "Let's go fix your hair."