Chapter 22 A sobbing Taylor
Nothing… to… say… Well enjoy!
I do not own any of the Sky High Characters you recognize nor Reese Witherspoon and Marilyn Manson.
Stupid dad, stupid hair, triple stupid Jamie… Platinum blond? Well, I don't actually hate the colour it's just that I've never thought of it as a suitable colour for my hair. And if you think of it, it's not really that unlikely really. I mean, my mom is blond so I had really 50 percent chance turning out blond.
I shut the door angrily behind me and walked carefully towards my bathroom. As I reached it I closed my eyes and placed my self in front of the mirror before I slowly opened them again. I seriously thought that a much younger, much blonder (and a bit fatter) Reese Witherspoon were standing inside my bathroom mirror, looking disgruntled down at me. Sure Reese Witherspoon is alright but I've never been a big fan of her hair, actually I'm starting to dislike her because she looks too much like me…
Jamie on the other hand is on my 'hate' list now. Something needed to be done, she needed to pay…
(One hour of doing something I can't tell you and one night later…)
"Hey darling, haw are you doing?" asked mom as I entered the kitchen the next morning.
"Better, I guess. But I still can't forgive dad for what he said." Mom sighed and lay the kitchen knife down for a sec.
"Taylor, you know that your father is only trying to protect you, don't you?" she said slowly. I groaned.
"Don't throw that stupid line at me mom. Not letting me walk home from Jordan after it have turned dark is protecting me, this, I mean what he's doing now, is just stupid." I said and filled my glass with milk.
"He wouldn't behave like this if he knew Warren's nature…" I muttered and slurped lazily at my glass.
"That's a brilliant idea Taylor! Bring Warren here, show your dad how friendly he can be." Suggested mom and pointed at me with the knife,
"No that's were you're wrong mom. I want to show him how friendly he is towards me and that he is able to protect me without dad's help." I said and got up and started to walk towards the door.
"You'll have your father's protection Taylor, either you like it or not." Mom stopped me. I grinned.
"Sorry mom but there's a new guard dog in town, and his name is Warren."
(One bus ride later.)
No matter how much I tried to hide it my hair kept bringing me attention anywhere I went. Suzie and her gang of art freaks had gathered around me, telling me that I looked like a white sun that dried up all the water after a rainy day and Brandon Isaac, the football captain, actually whistled at me! (Either that or coughing up a hair ball…)
"Hey you guys." I said miserably as I joined Jordan and Xavier by the front steps.
"Taylor, thank goodness! We started to think the worst…" said Jordan before she shifted her gaze upon me and my hair. Her eyes widened and her mouth started to curl up in some strange way, as though she was trying to hold back the world's biggest grin.
"I'd preferred getting hit by a gigantic car, but I guess you have to take what you get…" I said sadly.
"So," she said, still trying to hide a smirk. "Trying out a new look are we? Wannabe Paris Hilton or am I off track?" I opened my mouth to answer when she suddenly burst out laughing. I glared at her than turned to Xavier who had a most peculiar look on his face.
"What? Don't you have a sarcastic report to say about my hair? C'mon, c'mon, speak up." I asked him angrily over Jordan's laughter, one hand on my hip.
"You're hot…" he said dreamily.
"Let me tell you something mister!..." I started to yell but stopped when his sentence finally reached my brain. "Hold on, what?" Even Jordan had stopped laughing now.
"You're so hot." He repeated. "Warren's a lucky guy." He finished and walked off with a final look at me. I started to make small puking noises as I watched him leave us.
"What made you do this Taylor? You've never wanted to be blond as far as I know. Sorry, knew." Jordan said shocked, touching my hair carefully. I sat down next to her and started to explain the entire thing. She burst out laughing again when I told her that Jamie had meant to colour my hair blond, but I ignored her. And, talk of the devil, Jamie arrived just as I was about to tell Jordan about my revenge plan.
"So I couldn't just walk away without taking a small revenge, and… Well here you see the result of my master plan." I said and pointed at Jamie who was looking just as miserably down at us as I had done. Her now jet black hair hang loose down her shoulders making her look a bit like Marilyn Manson. (Prettier though…)
"It's permanent, just like my hair." I said proudly, admiring my work. Last night I had gone back to Jamie's house, told her mother that I had left something there than left a bottle of conditioner full of back colour. Brilliant I know.
"You are a genius Taylor." said Jordan and patted me admiringly on the shoulder. Jamie growled.
"You have turned me in to a punk." She sniffed and gave her hair a quick look of disgust. I nodded proudly.
"Well I was so unfortunate to get your personality so it's just fair and square that you get mine. And I'm not really a punk; I just like their style." I said just as happy. Jordan smirked.
"Well actually you look much more like a young Reese Witherspoon than Jamie, and trust me you have not gotten her personality. I would have noticed…" Jamie crossed her arms and stoked off before getting attacked by a bunch of people a couple of feet away, asking her about her hair. (It even looked as though some one thought it was a wig because they began pulling at her hair…)
"Since we're talking about punks I'd advice you to look to the left." said Jordan in a whisper. I turned my head.
"No, no my left." I turned my head again, frustrated.
"Holy popcorn with butter and salt, it's Warren!" I cried and blushed when the very pleasant memory of the day before flashed before my eyes.
"Aye, aye mon capitaine." said Jordan, sounding totally eased and saluting me slightly.
"What am I gona do?" I asked desperately covering my hair with my hands.
"Fear not, I have a solution." She said and cleared her throat. "OY WARREN OVER HERE!" she yelled. I looked horrified at her.
"I'll leave you to it…" she said and walked away, leaving me by the front steps alone.
"Taylor, is that you?" asked Warren when he reached me. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. I couldn't help it! I was as miserable as anyone could ever think about being. He would break up with me on the spot…
"I… It was a mistake, Jamie tricked me and… and I couldn't help it! She did this to me!" I babbled. Warren sat down next to me and dried the tear away from my cheek with his thumb.
"She dyed your hair blond on purpose?" he asked calmly. I nodded and told him the entire story. He didn't interrupt me once and when I had finished he stroked my cheek and gave me a soft kiss. It felt as though all the blood in my veins rushed to my face because it was burning red.
"I think you look even more beautiful." He said casually. "But if you want me to make her pay than let me know."
My hart leapt, he didn't break up with me! And it really wasn't that bad, the color was closer to white than blond anyway. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked away, leaving me with the happiest feeling in the world…