A/N: Im sorry, but now i am back! and writing more, and posting! here it goes!
"You know it is okay to comb your hair, right Clarisse?" Mrs. Rodriguez told me, as i sat on the white chair of the hair salon. I stared at the hair dresser walking in our direction, ironically, the man didn't have any hair.
"Hola Sra. Rodríguez, es esta la situación de emergencia que me hablaste? Clarisse? De hecho, es bastante una emergencia! Mira este pelo!" He screeched when he saw me.
"Yes, but she only speaks English". She said, i noticed she was kind of annoyed by the fact that her little boy's girlfriend only spoke English. Whatever, she isn't the one who dates me, its Chris and he's not bothered by me speaking English.
"Okay, pleasure to meet you Clarisse, my name is Henrique and i will be taking care of you… and your… hair today." The way he said hair, with a disgusted look on his face.
"Aham, i'm Clarisse. What are you going to do to me?" i asked, going straight to the point.
Ignoring me, Mrs. Rodriguez pulled Henrique aside and they started blabbing somethings in Spanish. Then, as if nothing happened, Mrs. Rodriguez waved a goodbye to me and said, "I'll be back in a few hours, i have some things to do and then i'll come check on you, Clarisse" She's just gonna leave me?
"You are gonna leave me?"I didn't want to sound desperate, but i don't even speak their language!
"Ah, you'll be fine, chica! Henrique will take care of you, i will be back soon!" And just like that she walked out of the salon. I stared at Henrique with a slight frown on my face.
"How do you usually wear your hair? I assume you don't wear it like this usually?" I looked in the mirror, my hair was in a messy bun and kind of greasy.
"Its exactly how i wear it every day." My hair was never really loose, i don't remember how long it is really.
He frowned and let it loose, It was long, to the half of my back. "The length is good and i believe we have time, i think i can make this work" He looked at me as if i was a lab rat, and i knew he was about to experiment on me. I took a breath and kept calm, trying to focus on getting…. decent looking for Chris.
He just started by washing my hair, to be honest, i kinda liked the feeling of someone rubbing my head and getting all the grease and… all the other stuff up in my hair off of it. Then, he put some weird conditioning cream thing on it and put me on the heater for forty minutes. Next, he did something to my hair called highlights. I think i heard Drew and the other Aphrodite girls talking about it once or twice. I knew it was something to be afraid of. But to my surprise, after he washed all the products that he applied and was blowdrying my hair, i liked it. Okay… i loved it. I couldn't believe it. I stood up, and caressed my hair, it was silky and soft. Like those girls on shampoo ads. It fell in layers, up to half of my back, it was straight instead of wavy and gross like always. And those highlights, ended up giving it caramel streaks that blended perfectly with my chocolate colored hair. It was almost like this perfect hair didn't fit with the rest of me.
"Do you like it?" Henrique inquired, biting his nails nervously.
"Thanks Henrique, it looks very… good. It just, doesn't really match with the rest of my body. Its too perfect." I hated to be saying those sweet words, i was acting like such a goody goody two shoes lately, i need to punch something soon, i thought to myself, picturing Gretchen's face.
"It doesn't match you yet." He smiled. "Carlota! Carlota!" He called.
I looked around, a woman with dark brown wavy hair, red lips and almond shaped eyes walked towards us, her heels making sounds at every step she took.
"Clarisse here, needs the full package." He told her.
"The full package, sir?" She had an annoying voice, accompanied by a strong Spanish accent.
"Yes, emergency case" He said.
"I see. Muy bien. Lets proceed, come with me" I followed her to a white room, with nothing but a white couch, a bed and a closet.
"What the hell is happening?" I thought to myself. I had the urge to push her away but i kept remembering Gretchen's perfect face. I wanted that. Don't tell anyone i said that, or ill kill you.
Firstly, she did my eyebrows, it hurt, specially because i have never done my eyebrows, and I'm alive for 18 years. And if i thought the eyebrows hurt, i was wrong, what really hurt was when she waxed my legs.
"How old are you?" She asked me, that accent was so annoying.
"18." I spit out.
She giggled, "then i think you'll need this." Not only she had to wax my legs, but now she waxed my crotch! That hurt like hell, i tried thinking of it like training, the more to hurt now, the less it will hurt in the future. But then i stopped to think of what she had said. She asked how old i was and then assumed i needed to keep my vagina waxed. I didn't like to think of this too much, but I'm 18 and never done anything except for kissing and patting briefly over our clothes. I felt stupid, Chris and i have been dating for four years, and nothing. Nothing. No wonder he was feeling tempted to go out with Gretchen… What a slut. I wonder how many guys she's dated. My fingers aren't doing it anymore, i want more. I want him. I want Chris and… i think we should just end this virgin crap once and for all.
Anyways, after everything they did to me, they insisted putting makeup on me! But then, i looked in the mirror. Oh my god. It was not me. I looked at me, naked in the bathroom, My skin soft from the exfoliations they had done, and no unwanted hairs! The wanted hair on my head looked absolutely stunning and my face looked… i looked… pretty…
I dressed myself and waiting for Mrs. Rodriguez.
"Oh my god Clarisse! Chica! You look amazing! Henrique you are a genius!" Mrs. Rodriguez shrieked when she saw me. She hugged me. Ew. I don't like so much physical contact from people who i met recently.
I smiled, didn't know what to say.
As we said goodbye, Mrs. Rodriguez suggested we went shopping. She stopped in front of a pink store with the name of, "Te Quiero".
"Clarisse, can i ask you something?"
"Yes."
When she said what she said, i blushed and i felt so embarrassed, i didn't really know what to say…