Page 54 of Aftersome
Her eyes swiveled to mine.
“Why do I find that hot?”
Laughing, I shook my head.
“What it is, is crazy. I don’t understand him.”
It was obvious the gesture was nothing more than just a way to lay claim on me. Not the way a girlfriend would wear her boyfriend’s jersey, but in a way that told men and all the guys on the team that I was off limits. A mind game that I wanted no part of.
“Well, obviously you’re getting to the man.”
Was I?
Or was I just the dead best friend's girlfriend who he was trying to get rid of?
“Not in the way you’re thinking.” I eyed myself in the mirror, still wondering if I made the right choice to go bold with my hair. I’ve had blonde hair my whole life, but I figured it was time for a change.
Something new.
Something different.
“Regardless, whatever you’re doing is working.”
I wanted to believe her, that I was making some sort of progress, but I was still so unsure.
What if all this effort was for nothing?
“Have you mentioned anything about going back home?” Kate asked as her eyes met mine in the mirror.
“No, he’s not ready for that yet.”
“When do you think he'll be ready?”
My shoulders shrugged. As much as I wanted to say soon, I wasn’t sure.
I was nervous. My top teeth had gnawed a small chunk of my inner mouth and my palms began to sweat. Silently, I was praying I could pull off this new color. And just then as she pulled the towel off my head, I caught sight of the light pink strands.
“Oh, I’m loving this already,” Kim, my stylist, praised as she dragged her fingers through my hair.
After drying and styling, she motioned for me to take a look in the mirror and when I did, I could barely recognize myself.
Holy shit.
It looked so good, yet so different.
It was exactly what I needed. A change, and even Kate was watching me like she was in utter shock.
Once our appointments were finished, we rushed back home, where I could begin to pack for the away game, but not before I took a picture of my new and improved hair and shared it on the blog.
Captioned,Still getting used to the new color, but I love it!
Then with a smile, I returned to packing.
We were running late for our flight.
Fifteen minutes, to be exact, but at least I wasn’t the one to blame. Kate and her crazy hormonal pregnant self refused to let her husband leave without a million and one kisses and an argument about his new cologne that made her want to vomit. Luckily, James had called and let the team know he was running late, so we weren’t going to miss our flight.
Then approximately twenty minutes after the call, we were finally boarding the plane. I trailed closely behind James, noticing that a few of the guys had caught sight of my pink hairand smiled at me as I passed by. Even a couple of whistles filled the air, causing me to instantly flush.
