Green Is Not The Colour Of Envy.

Merri-Lee Marvil, one of Westchester's most well known and loved citizens with her successful television programme, The Daily Grind. The Westchester WAG was lucky enough to score an interview with her.

WWAG: So, Merri-Lee, how is proud is your family with your success?
Merri-Lee: Family? (Laughs) What family? All my family has ever done for me was drag me down.
WWAG: Um, what about your daughter, Dylan? I bet she's your motivation behind all that success
Merri-Lee: Dylan? (Scoffs) All she's ever done is hold me BACK. Every time I have an important interview, she complains about how I'm going to miss some stupid school play she's going to be in. She makes SUCH a big deal out of it but it's not like she's the star of the play or anything.
WWAG: Oh, um, I see. But she comes first, right? Before your work?
Merri-Lee: If she did, I wouldn't be in this interview right now, would I?
WWAG: Right, thank you for your time.
Merri-Lee: No, thank you for interviewing me.

- Extract from the unpublished version of Merri-Lee Marvil's interview for The Westchester WAG.

Jakkob's Salon

Seat 6

Wednesday, 23 September

8.55 pm

Dylan looked in horror and awe as Massie's hair came off in clumps from the spazzing scissors. She shuddered at the thought of it happening to her own hair.

Unlike the rest of the Pretty Committee, she hadn't received any scary text messages.

Until today.

Cassidy, her hairdresser, had commented on how beautiful her hair was. Dylan had just smiled. She knew that her hair was her best feature. It was soft, thick and wavy. Everyone, even Massie herself had thought that she had the best hair of all the Pretty Committee.

Dylan had smiled throughout the whole hair primping session since every other minute, Cassidy had been commenting how easy it was to work with her hair.

But however gorgeous her hair was, she still hated her size 4 body. She was by far the "largest" Pretty Committee and she hated having the label. Massie was the Alpha, Alicia was the sexy one, Kristen was the brain, Claire was the sweetie and she was the fat girl.

Cassidy felt Dylan's body stiffen and asked what was wrong. Dylan smiled through the mirror and reassured her nothing was wrong, even though just before Massie's hair accident she just had a nervous breakdown.

Flashback

Outside of Jakkob's Salon

The pathway

Wednesday, 23 September

8.30 pm

"Oh my God, you're hair is totally GORGEOUS!" Cassidy, the hairdresser squealed in delight. Dylan smiled at this attention, acting all nonchalant though inside, she was brimming with happiness.

"Thanks," Dylan waved it off casually and leaned back in her plush seat.

"So. What do you want me to do for your hair today?" Cassidy asked, running her hair through her fingers.

"Hmm... You know what? You can do whatever you like with my hair, as long as it looks good," Dylan said.

"Are you serious?!" Cassidy asked, turning the chair around to look at Dylan's face. She nodded.

"Sure. It's not like I have anything in mind anyway," Dylan shrugged and turned the chair back around.

"Yay!" Cassidy's high pitched voice pierced the air. Dylan smiled and closed her eyes.

Cassidy leaned the chair backwards and started to wash her hair. After a lather and rinse, she got out a pair of scissors. Dylan's eyes flew open as she felt her hair being tugged back.

"You're going to be cutting my hair?" Dylan asked.

"Just a trim," Cassidy said "it's going to look even more gorgeous. Trust me."

Dylan shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "If it turns out bad, I'll totally sue you."

She saw Cassidy wince through the mirror and felt satisfied. She closed back her eyes.

Dylan felt her hair being tugged and snipped. As she started to doze off, she felt her pocket vibrate. She pulled out her bejewelled iPhone out and glanced at the screen.

1 New Message From: Unknown Sender

Dylan tapped the screen and the message popped open.

Unknown Sender: Tell everyone how you fitted into that pretty little size 2 dress of yours or I will make sure your GORGEOUS hair is ruined and spill all your puke dirty little secrets. Your choice.

Attached to the message was a picture of Dylan, puking into a porcelain toilet. Her usually bouncy hair was limp and a putrid shade of orange and the parts that you could make out of her face was pale and mascara streaked. It was not a very flattering picture.

Dylan gasped and she felt her hair fall around her.

"What?! What did I do wrong?!" Cassidy screeched as she flailed her arms around.

Dylan took a deep breath before closing the message down in one swift motion. "Don't worry. It wasn't you. Can I take a smoke outside for a while?"

Cassidy, who was practically hyperventilating, calmed down. "Su-u-re," she stuttered and opened the door for Dylan who stood up with her bag slung across her lower arm. She quickly stepped out through the door and closed the door behind her.

She walked for a little while around the block before walking back and lighting up a cigarette. She placed it in her mouth and took a long drag before blowing out steam. She felt the calming affects immediately and greedily took another long drag.

Dylan closed her eyes and calmed down, just a little. She had been trying to quit for a while but in times like these, she had to succumb.

Just as she felt like she could go back in again, she got another text message.

Unknown Sender: I'm going to get you next and end your miserable little life tonight. Don't cry; instead thank me for making it end so easily.

Dylan gasped and tears came back to her eyes. Massie then burst out of the hairdressers and saw Dylan crying.

"Hey! What's wrong, Dyl?"

Dylan shook her head and wiped the tears away. "Nothing."

Massie put her arms around Dylan and she stiffened. She hated looking weak in front of her Alpha.

But as Massie was calming Dylan down, she broke down and pulled out her iPhone. She showed Massie the text message that she had just received.

Better keep the other one a secret, Dylan thought to herself, I don't want everyone to know about my bulimia.

Flashforward

Jakkob's Salon

Seat 6

Wednesday, 23 September

8.55 pm

As Cassidy was putting on finishing touches on her hair, Dylan began to relax a little. Nothing bad was going to happen to her hair.

But Cassidy then pulled out some foil and started to mix up some sort of paste in a little pot. Dylan sat up, alert.

"Um, what are you doing?" Dylan asked, her voice going up at the end.

"Oh my GAWD! You HAVE to let me do highlights in your hair... it's going to look totally GAWJUS!"

Dylan looked at Cassidy. She had a pleading look on her face. She softened a little.

"Ok, fine. But that's it, ok?"

Cassidy squealed and clapped her hands together before going back to mixing up the concoction. Dylan sucked in through her teeth and turned around. She opened the magazine she was reading back up and started to scan through the "What's hot: What's not" section.

A few minutes later, she felt her hair being tugged again. Through the mirror, she could see Cassidy putting on green gloop on her hair.

"What colour highlights are you putting on? Why is the paste green?" Dylan asked, her voice getting shrill.

"Well you see, I'm putting on red highlights but the paste colour is actually green. So don't worry; it's going to turn out golden-red, 'kays?" Cassidy reassured her, flipping foil on a piece of hair.

After a while of rhythmic glooping and foil flipping, Dylan's head was finally foiled. Cassidy smiled at her handiwork and washed her hands and equipment while waiting for the colour to dry. Dylan just sat there, since she couldn't move her head without getting a slap from Cassidy. She listlessly flicked the pages of her magazine, not really reading what was on the page but instead silently praying that her hair was going to be ok.

20 minutes later, Cassidy came back; ready to de-foil Dylan's hair. She handed Dylan a pink, satin blindfold and told her to put it on.

"Uh, why?" Dylan looked at the piece of material in her hand with disgust.

"Because I want the result to be a surprise!" Cassidy squealed, clapping her hands together. Dylan rolled her eyes.

"No. I am NOT wearing a blindfold." Dylan pouted and threw the silk mask on the floor for emphasis.

Cassidy sighed and picked it up off the floor. "Fine. Have it your way."

She threw the now-dusty mask on her tray and started to de-foil Dylan's hair. When she had finished, Cassidy quickly wheeled over the portable shampoo station and washed Dylan's hair. Dylan calmed down as Cassidy started to massage her scalp in a soothing motion.

When Dylan's hair was all wet, it was dried and fluffed up in the towel. This whole process had been done in ten minutes.

"There! All done," Cassidy smirked. "Now just wait for another ten minutes and let the dye soak into your hair."

Dylan leaned back in her seat and checked her phone for messages. She had one.

Unknown Sender: Sweetie, I don't want to say it but... I told you so. I never back down on my words. And since you're not spilling... well... good luck at obtaining your "Best Prom Hairdo" title.

Dylan instinctively touched her towelled hair and fear drenched her heart. What was going to be underneath the towel...

"Ten minutes is up!" Cassidy said, looking excited. Dylan looked at her suspiciously. Could she be the unknown sender?

"Ready?" Cassidy got ready to pull the towel open. Dylan took a deep breath.

"3, 2, 1..."

Dylan gasped.

Her fiery red hair tumbled down her back. On it sported perfectly applied highlights...

... in green.

"Eh. Ma. Gawd. What the FUCK did you do to my hair?!" Dylan screamed hysterically, tears streaming down her face. She turned to Cassidy and saw that she, too, was on the verge of a heart attack.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod..." Cassidy muttered with a wild look in her eyes. She looked over to her work tray and picked up the dye bottle she had used to highlight Dylan's hair. She looked at the bottle and saw that the colour was 'Tiger's Eyes', the colour the dye was supposed to be.

She flipped the bottle over and saw that the label was peeling off. But underneath, instead of showing the white bottle surface, she saw that it had another label underneath. She ripped the one on top off and saw the true colour of the dye.

'Emerald Green'.

Cassidy saw her career flash over her eyes before fainting onto the floor in a heap. Dylan flicked her head around, her green streaked hair hitting her face. She saw Cassidy's limp body on the ground and the bottle in her hand. Dylan picked it up and saw the hanging label on the bottle and realised the same thing that Cassidy had realised.

The rest of the Pretty Committee had seen the whole commotion and ignoring protest of their hairdressers went over to Dylan and comforted her.

"Hey, the green's not so bad!" Claire piped up. "It brings out your eyes."

Massie glared at her and shut her up. Dylan looked up her mascara-streaked eyes at Massie's perfectly done amber ones. She held up the dye bottle and showed it to Massie.

"Mass, someone sabotaged the dye bottle. I think Cassidy was as much of a victim as I was."

Massie gingerly clasped her hand around the bottle and saw the peeling tag.

"Are you sure? Cassidy did seem really excited to dye your hair..." Massie commented. Dylan shook her head.

"She wouldn't do something like this to endanger her own job. Also, she doesn't have a motive." And my number, Dylan mentally added.

Jakkob came over and saw Cassidy in a heap. He clicked his fingers and two other hairdressers came over, picked up Cassidy's limp body and bought her to the back of the salon. He clicked his finger again and another hairdresser came over. Her silver nametag bored "Violet".

"Miss Marvil, I am so sorry for the incident," Jakkob said smoothly. "I never should have never set you up with a trainee."

"Yeah you totally shouldn't have. And I'm totally going to sue you on Dylan's behalf." Alicia sneered. Jakkob blinked but looked unfazed.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm now setting you up with Violet, our most senior stylist after me, and six months worth of free hair appointments."

"No offence, but after this incident, I'm not going anywhere near your salon," Dylan muttered. She gave him the dye bottle with the hanging tag. "Your salon is totally sabotaged. Someone stuck another label on top of this one."

Jakkob looked at it and gave it back to Dylan.

"This bottle of crap is not what we use in out salon," Jakkob scoffed. "Someone must have bought it in and put it into Cassidy's tray."

Dylan felt a chill run down her back. The back of her neck prickled up and she swore someone was watching her. She turned around to face the window but all she saw was the reflection of her own scared face.

That was all too easy, Claw laughed. Now she's out of the running of getting best hair, maybe I'll get it...

Claw snickered again. It was so much fun, seeing the Pretty Committee squirming like this. Claw got a kick out of it.

Claw's eyes looked at the phone screen and smiled as she saw the next and final name.

Kristen.

Claw smiled and crossed the final name off with relish as she thought about what Kristen should do. Her brains are going to come handy, Claws thought. And if she fails... well, that won't be an option.

Yay finally updated again! Phew. Where I live we just started our summer holidays so hopefully Imma going to be updating most of my stories... so look out for them!

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p.s... 18 more sleeps 'till xmas! Exciting... :D