Chapter 21 Do not allow your friends to drown your hair with icky green stuff.

Hello my fellow citizens of the world! I'm really sorry I kept you waiting, but our exams and stuff… Anyway, I hope you like this chapter; keep up the positive reviewing and all that regular stuff.

I do not own any of the characters you recognize nor pride and prejudice which belong to Jane Austin. (That woman was a genius!)

"IT BURNS!" I yelled hysterically as I clenched my fists around the poor chair I was sitting on. Jamie's red bedroom became just a blur as another amount of pain soared through my head for the fourteenth time.

"Well, it's supposed to feel smooth and relaxing." Said Jamie and tried to read the manual up side down.

"Which part of it burns didn't you understand!" I shrieked and closed my eyes in pain. Jamie (smart as she was) had suggested to colour my hair cobber red, which I agreed to do. And now, two hours later, I sat in a chair howling in pain absolutely no idea of what to do.

"It stands that you're supposed to have it in for one and a half hour and…" she started to say over my screaming but I cut her off.

"Give me that." I growled and bit back another scream of pain as I took the manual from Jamie's hands. I clenched my teeth in fury.

"IT STANDS ONE HALF HOUR YOU GREAT MORON!" I yelled and ran over to the bathtub and socked my head with cold water. I let out a delighted sigh as the pain started to go away. Than suddenly I heard a horrified gasp behind me.

"What?" I asked and dried my hair with a green towel which lay by my side. She gaped at me for a few seconds before she took a few steps back. (Wise choice…)

"Eh… Eh… Taylor… I wouldn't look in the mirror is I were you." She stuttered and put one finger in each ear as I turned around to look at my reflection.

"UUUUUUAAAAAHHHHH!" I screamed so loud that the dogs out side started to bark at the sound. I covered my face as I screamed.

"Taylor, Taylor, seriously… It's not that bad." said Jamie carefully. I glared at her, my eye twitching madly.

"PLATINUME BLOND!?" I yelled in a high pitched voice. She had turned me in to a bimbo, a playboy bunny, a whore call it what ever you like. She had ruined me and my reputation as a highly respectable and not to say smart girl who had faded away the minute Jamie had covered my hair with that disgusting liquid.

"What have you done to me?!"

"It stood regular blond on the bottle…" muttered Jamie and started to bite on a finger nail in shame. I stopped my screaming for a bit and glared at her as hard and long as I could before my eyes began to tear up.

"Say what?" I whispered in fury. She had planned to colour my hair blond from the beginning? How could she? She wasn't smart enough to think out a plan so cruel, it just wasn't her! I'm gona kill her! She knows that the two things I care most about in the world is my hair and War… Holly bugger!

"WARREN!" I gulped in horror. Oh no, oh no, not good not good at all!

"What about him?" asked Jamie suddenly paying attention to my screaming. I took the towel again and tried it so violently that it would rip for sure. But my attempt to rub off the colour just made my head hurt so I stopped and sat down on the floor with a pained expression on my face.

"I'm not even sure he likes blonds." I muttered, sobbing.

"That's too bad because…" started Jamie and changed the meaning of the sentence fast as she saw the look on my face.

"Because, well your hair is blond now… You know…"

"And whose fault is that?" I asked angrily and threw my head back in frustration. I know she wanted Warren for her self but we could have discussed it instead of letting the anger loose on my hair. Gee some people are so touchy…

(One snappy report from my side and 15 minutes later…)

"Taylor I saved some spaghetti for you if you are… What have you done to your self?!" asked my mother thunderstruck and dropped her casserole in the floor. I frowned and tried to cover my hair with my black leather jacket.

"What's the matter darling? Are we to be murdered in our beds?" asked dad concerned as he entered the hall. I could tell that he had been watching Pride and Prejudice but under these circumstances I didn't bother to mock him with it.

"Stop looking at me!" I told their gaping faces. "Well, don't just stand there do something!"

"Do what?" asked dad and closed his mouth before his jaw popped out of its place.

"I don't know; call the hair dressers emergency line or the God damn major for all I care just do something!" I said frustrated and let out a scream as I looked at my self in the casserole mom had dropped.

"Oh honey, I think it makes you look…"

"Oh yeah and get the police on the phone too. I want Jamie arrested!" I ordered pointing angrily at dad who didn't know what to say to his daughter.

"What do you mean Taylor?" asked mom stunned over my behaviour.

"SHE did this to me!" I cried and pointed at my now platinum blond hair. "That… That bitch! That little bread headed lump of meat with a pea for a brain, how could she do that to me?! One day, and I repeat one day…!"

"Calm down young lady and go to your room!" interrupted dad angrily and pointed at the stairs at his side.

"Good idea dad. I need a place to think about a revenge plan…" I said and headed towards the stairs, mistaking dad's anger entirely.

"Wait honey I have a message from Walter Peace for you." said mom before I had reached the second step. I looked nervously at her. "He told me to tell you that you were to meet him at the paper lantern six o'clock. Oh he was such a gentleman, asked me if I kindly could…"

"WHAT!" yelled dad and I at the same time, except that dad's yell was full of anger and mine were full of horror… Ouch…

"Warren Peace?!" asked dad furiously. Mom nodded hesitantly.

"Today?" I asked breathtaking. Mom nodded again, some of her blond hair loosening from her ponytail.

"Does this mean that you are… are… together?" asked dad just in a whisper.

"Aha…" I muttered, thinking that it was no use to lie to him. My dad's face heated up.

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" he yelled at me. (And I'm sure I felt some spit on my chin…)

"I can date anyone I want!"

"No you can't!" he spat back at me. "I am your father and I'm in charge of you!"

"So is mom!"

"Don't change the subject!" said dad. "You call him up right now and you'll brake up with him!"

"Over my dead body." I said furiously and ran up the stairs and to my room.