FaeLynn wasn't very worried about the so called revenge the next day. She went through the day pretty normally, actually.
"So you really don't have notes?" Castiel whined. Lysnader was rubbing his temples in slight annoyance at the red head.
"No, I really don't. If I do they're at my old house and I'd really just rather not." FaeLynn started putting her things in her bag as first bell rang. "Anyways, 'sander and I have to go to class. You go to your... whatever class you have." Castiel grunted and grabbed his bag.
"Calculus, cupcake. I have calculus." He saluted and left, going left while Lysander and FaeLynn took a right. FaeLynn looked at Lysander with concern, he didn't look too well.
"You OK?"
"Just a slight headache." He responded quietly. FaeLynn immediately started rummaging through her bag as she walked, harshly bumping into many people. "Midol?" Lysander asked cautiously.
"It's Ibuprofen but better. Just take two man, I have a water bottle in my a that you can have."
Lysander shrugged and thanked her when she gave him th bottle.
"Today," The teacher started. "Is going to be the first day of your year project. Everyone look to your left. That's your partner for the year, and you two shall be making a song. It can be a duet or a single, but it must be co written." FaeLynn looked to herleft, as she had a window seat, and met Lysander's eyes with a smile.
"I'm so OK with this. How bout you?" Lysander smiled.
"It may be fun."
"And also," The teacher continued "we'll be going outside to get inspiration! We shall be during this all period, so you may bring your bags with you." Cheers and hollars came from everyone in class as they raced down the stairs and outside.

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This was her chance. Amber cackled to herself as she looked around the hallway. Everyone was in class, and it was hr free period right now. Revenge is best served... wet. She cackled again. It may have cost her 20$, but this would be sweet. She prepared the bucket on the window sill and waited for her target to be in position. This'll teach that dye addict not to mess with me...
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"Maybe a duet, if that pleases you?" Lysander suggested as they walked.
"As long as it can easily be transformed into a single. We both know that you're a wonderful singer, and I don't really like limelight if you catch my drift." Lysander grinned at her as she shyly ran a hand through her hair, forgetting that it was in a pile on top her head like usual and getting her hand stuck in it. "Damn." She cussed under her breath. She told him that she'd try to lower her cussing around him, but to expect her to slip up, a lot. She finally got her hand unstuck and grinned.
"So shall we start? We'll need a muse..." Lysander let his sentence wander off. Maybe she could be a muse... "How do you feel about mermaids, sirens perhaps?" FaeLynn raised an eyebrow.
"I like 'em. I'm really into mythology. Are we talking Ariel, or Sailors getting let to their death?" They grinned at eachother.
"I was thinking along the lines of sirens luring-" Lysander was cut off by FaeLynn shrieking. Some had dumped water on her! She looked up and saw Amber at the third floor window with a bucket.
"Hope you like bleach, bitch!" She yelled and sauntered off.

"Bleach? Bleach!" FaeLynn started panicking, she quickly ripped the ponytail out of her hair and tried ringing the wavy locks out.
"You can wash it in the locker room showers, come on." Lysander gestured towards the gym. They quickly jogged to the locker rooms, FaeLynn not caring that Lysander dragged hr in to the boy's. She harshly turned the shower on and stood under it, clothes and all, and rapidly ran her hands through her hair.
Lysander watched as she panicked. It was a bit vain, but he could understand it. Sadly, it looked like whatever bleach Amber used was fast acting, and now parts of her hair was shades of light green and blond.

"I'm gunna wring her neck." FaeLynn growled. "It takes three bottles to do all my hair, that's almost forty bucks. And that's without salon help. ARRRRGH!" She slammed her hand on the shower tile and tars welled up in her eyes from anger.

"Hey," Lysander turned off the shower and she looked up into his eyes. His breath caught for a moment. She still wore her glasses, so little water droplets were on the lenses, and her hair was messy and soaked through, as was she herself. Her chest was heaving with frustration and the loose long sleeve pastel blue shirt was clinging to her. He had never seen her with her hair down, and now he knew that is was waist length and wavy even when wet. He swallowed and composed himself; he didn't realize just how pretty she was...

"What, 'sander?" She sounded feated. His heart skipped a bit, no one else called him 'sander.
"We can go to the dollar store right now, they should have some dye there. I can help you dye your hair back to normal if you wish?" Her eyes sparkled at the notion.
"Really?" Lysander nodded and was suddenly soaked. She didn't think as she hugged the daylights out of him.
"Oh gods, I'm sorry, I got you soaked!" She fretted.
"It's alright, let's go get your dye."
"Thanks 'sander."