Hannah Crimsen was standing in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. Sometimes, she touched her now dyed strands in color of orange.
Ooof, she couldn't believe she really did that. If somebody told her even one year ago that she would dye her hair, Hannah would call that person crazy.
– Dyed hair is for Chloe, – Hannah once told Rachel. – I prefer to stay my normal dressy self for now, – She said and Rachel laughed.
Hannah sighed. Chloe…
Hannah again looked at herself. So much change, even without the dyed strands. And she didn't know how to feel about it.
– Okay Han, hurry up you dummy, – Hannah ordered to herself, as today she was spending the night at her parent's, but they had already left.
Suddenly, Hannah's phone rang.
– "Hey there Han!" – Hannah heard Nathan's voice with kind and excited tone. – So, you ready?
– Just finished, – Hannah said. – Nate for real, you don't have to pick me up, l have my own car.
– I'm outside! Can't hear you! – Nathan said and Hannah smiled. He sounded so wholesome, much better than yesterday.
– 'Kay, coming! – Hannah said and ended the call. She came down the stairs and unsurprisingly saw a letter from her mother that stated this:
"Hannah. Me and your dad left, sorry for not saying goodbye. Good luck at school and tell all your friends that l said hi. Love, mom".
Hannah rolled her eyes. Usual stuff.
She saw Nathan, and waved to her best friend. Today he looked much happier than usual, and his beautiful smile brightened the sky.
– Wow! – Nathan noticed her dyed strands. – You look amazing! - He said and Hannah smiled in return. They hugged, and Nathan picked up Hannah's bag from her hands and they sat in his car.
They were riding across Arcadia Bay and Hannah looked out of the window. With a pretty early morning, the town still looked extremely fresh and beautiful.
– Well, how your day with parents went? – Nathan suddenly asked. Hannah was startled, but decided to lie:
– Good, we had so much fun, and yesterday at the evening watched James Bond – Hannah said with a fake tone. She wasn't planning to tell Nathan that the only truth from all this was only that they watched James Bond. Hannah wasn't trying to ruin Nathan's great mood with her nagging about her parents.
– That's great then, – Nathan smiled again, and Hannah noticed that his hands no longer were shaking.
– You finally took your medication? – Hannah asked and her face started glowing with hope. Nathan blushed and slightly nodded.
– Oh Nate, I'm really happy for you. Glad you finally followed my advice. They both now were glowing. Hannah took Nathan's hand and was holding it tightly. Finally. Finally, her friend is getting better. She thought that nothing can ruin this amazing day now.
When Nathan and Hannah exited the car, they continued to friendly chat with each other, and talking about plans for class.
Suddenly, Nathan's phone beeped. He wanted to ignore it, but it beeped again and again.
– Fuck, why now? – Nathan angrily took the phone out of his pocket, and read the messages that were sent on it. Suddenly, Hannah saw that Nathan's face turned white. His hands began to shake and he began sweating.
– Nate? – Hannah said in a worrying and concerned tone. – Is everything alright?
Nathan turned finally raised his head from the phone, and looked at Hannah, like only just noticing than she is standing there. Nathan was as white as a chalk, and his smile disappeared.
– N-N-Nothing, – Nathan quickly hid his phone. – It's nothing, just stupid shit from some loser, – Nathan said, while he seemed to be extremely afraid.
– Nate, – Hannah put her hand on his shoulder. – If that's only a "loser", then everything is ok, good?
Hannah knew that what Nathan said was bullshit, as he would never freak out by some loser texting him.
– Yeah Han, thanks, – Nathan said and tried to smile again, but didn't manage. He silently began to walk away.
– Sorry Han, l have class, meet me some time after it, ok? – Without any confidence said Nathan and run off, leaving Hannah confused.
– What was this? – Hannah was scared a little, as even she didn't know what's wrong with Nathan. Shit, just as soon as she thought everything will finally be perfect, life is bringing something else every goddamn time. But still, she trusted Nathan, and really wanted to believe that everything is okay, and he is just hurrying to class…
Suddenly, Hannah remembered that she has a photography class now, and her mood got worse. Great, hearing Mr Pedo or Mr Jefferson for 1,5 hours… Amazing, just what she needs.
While Hannah was heading towards the class, she suddenly saw the familiar flashy blue hair. Firstly, Hannah thought that she is only imagining things, but she looked closer to the blue-haired person.
There could be no mistake, as this person was one of a kind.
Chloe Price.
Hannah moved closer and called her:
– Chloe!
Chloe turned her head and saw Hannah heading towards her. She rolled her eyes and crossed arms.
– Chloe, what are you doing in Blackwell? – Hannah asked her. Chloe rolled her eyes even harder.
– Look who I'm seeing – the Hannah Crimsen herself, – She said sarcastically. – Why are you interested, Miss Dyed Hair?
Hannah laughed inside. The same old Chloe.
– Well, l though you were like… Expelled? – Hannah asked, but Chloe didn't have any reaction.
– Waiting for someone who owns me a shit ton of money, – Chloe said. – To who, not your fucking problem Hannah. – Fuck off.
Hannah raised her eyebrow. – Wow, rude much. But still, Hannah was really happy to finally see Chloe. That was the first time in couple of months they talked.
– So, Hannah? – Chloe looked at Hannah closely. – Are you fucking off or what?
Hannah realized that she is getting nowhere with Chloe, and she is clearly annoyed now, so better leave.
But, when Hannah was going away, she heard Chloe say in her back:
– Hey Hannah, you look like shit, but that new dye really fits you! – Chloe said loudly and began to walk away.
Hannah decided to take it as a "Chloe Style" compliment.
When Hannah turned, she saw Chloe heading towards the bathroom and texting someone. Yeah… It's only a late morning and everything is already weird…
