Zoë's POV
"I swear to god, if you do that one more time I will rip your god damned hand off." I warn in a low growl.
"Okay, okay I'm sorry." My stylist says.
"It's like you've never done someone's hair before." I state as she rips the brush through my hair once again.
"OUCH! Just give me the damn brush I'll do it myself." I yell, grabbing the brush out of her hand.
"Ugh fine. I don't know why you're all whiny, I was only brushing your hair like I do to everyone else." She pouts.
"Well I'm surprised no one else has complained to your manager." I spit.
She puts her hands on her hips and flips her hair as she walks away, trying a little to hard to sway her hips back and forth.
Well, thanks to that bitch, I don't have enough time to finish my hair.
I walk up to the front desk of the hair salon to pay and find a much nicer looking man.
"Are you the manager?" I ask. His brown eyes look up and he smiles when he answers me.
"As a matter of fact, I am." He says reaching his hand out to shake mine. I accept his hand and give it a little shake.
"I am only going to be paying half, because that barbie bitch you have working back there couldn't even brush my hair. I would just ask for another stylist but I have to meet someone." I tell him.
A look of extreme embarrassment crosses his face and he quickly apologizes for barbie's behavior.
"No no no, you don't have to pay. I've been meaning to fire her anyway and I am deeply sorry that we couldn't give you the services you wanted today. I hope this visit doesn't affect your view of our establishment." He apologizes.
"Don't worry about it..." I look to his name tag to see what his name was. "Liam. As long as she is gone by next time I come, I'll definitely stay loyal to you guys. I love the work you do here." I say giving him a smile.
"Why thank you, miss." He says.
"Zoë." I tell him.
"Why thank you, Zoë. Is there anything I can get you? Free sample of shampoo or conditioner, ooooo or I just got a shipment of som-" He rambles but I cut him off.
"It's ok Liam, I'm fine. I guess you could tell....what's her name?" I ask.
"Cameron. She's a real bitch." He scoffs at her name.
"Haha yeah, well tell Cameron that when you fire her, okay?"
"Sure thing, Zoë! See you around." He waves goodbye.
I walk out of he salon and begin making my way to the coffee shop, hoping I would never have to see that Cameron bitch again.
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Michael's POV
"LUKE! Zoë's gonna be here in 10 minutes will you get off of me?!?!" I yell, trying to push the younger lad off of me.
"Ugh fiiiiiine. Why are you freaking out so much? It's not like you're going on a date or anything. WAIT! Is it a date? Oh my god are you guys dating?!?!." Luke rambles.
"No Luke, we aren't going on a date. I just invited her to come to the shop today so we could hang out while I'm on break." I explain. Luke's expression quiets down, but he continues to pester me.
"Well if this is just you two hanging out, why are you rushing about and sweating like a dog?" He asks a smirk on his geeky little face.
"No I'm not!" I say as I rush to the bathroom to check if I was actually sweating. Thankfully I wasn't, but that little dork was gonna get it.
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I'd Dye For You || m.c.
Fanfiction*Btw it's a pun, I know how to spell * ;) "Did you want something, or...." She asks sounding annoyed that I had interrupted her reading. "Oh yeah sorry, I was wondering if I could borrow that book." I say gesturing to it. "Well, I am in the middle o...
