Chapter 2

"Can I cut your hair? It's waaay too long! I can't figure out what to do with it."

"Christina, my parents would freak out if I came home tomorrow with my hair chopped off."

"I'll convince them! They love me! Come on Tris, you would look stunning with short hair."

I hesitate. Am I really considering letting her do this? I have wanted to cut my hair. I hate it long. I always have.

"Christina, if I let you do this, you better not screw it up."

"Is that a yes?" She says, a smile stretching across her face.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but yes."

She squeals and takes out some scissors from her desk. I get some towels to sit down around the chair to catch the hair that she will be cutting off.

"How short do you think?" She says brushing through it.

"To my shoulders is short enough."

"Fine!"

She starts cutting and my eyes widen in horror as I see each chunk fall on the ground. What was I thinking? I must be going crazy. Well it's too late to change my mind now. I shut my eyes not wanted to see Christina cut anymore of my long blonde hair.

"Tris I'm done, you can open your eyes now!"

She sounds really excited. I open one eye and she slaps me on the arm.

"You. Look. Amazing. Just open your damn eyes."

I give in, knowing I'll have to see it sometime, and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look different, but I like it. It made me look older, not as child like. I sit there with a smile on my face not being able to look away from my own reflection for once.

"You love it! I knew you would. See I was right. Now turn around and let me do your make-up."

I stand up and look at myself in the long mirror behind her bedroom door. I have a black dress on that hits me mid-thigh. It hugs my body and makes me look like I actually have a figure. Its low cut too so it shows what little boobs I actually have. My parents would not approve. I've never worn anything like this in my life. I would get scolded if I even looked at it in the store. With the dress, my new cut hair that was pin straight, and the eye liner, eye shadow, and blush that Christina put on me, I almost look pretty. She looks a hundred times better than I do though. Her dress is almost the same as the one I have on except its red with glitter all over it. She throws me a pair of stunning black high heels and I raise my eyebrows at her.

"Do you really think I'm going to wear those things?"

"Uh yeah considering you don't have any other shoes to wear and I know you won't go barefoot." She smiles and puts her phone in her purse. "Alright it's 9:30 and the party started at 7:00. You ready to go."

"Hold on let me put on these torturing devices you call heels and then I'll be ready."

She rolls her eyes and I just flash her a smile before standing up and saying "Ready."

"We're taking my car." I say without looking at her.

"Why can't we take mine?"

"You'd rather show up in a BMW than a cherry red mustang?"

"Good point! I still don't know how you got this."

"Easy, I told Caleb that if he didn't convince mom and dad to get this car for me, I would tell him about his little make out sessions with our neighbor Susan. He didn't want to risk his 'perfect son' reputation so it worked." I say while pulling out of the driveway.

"You're right Tris, you really don't belong with your family. That was brilliant." She just sits there smiling at me.

"Chris, you need to tell me where the hell I'm going. I've only been here for three days remember? I don't know where Zeke lives."

"Oh sorry, take a right up here."

Kind of a boring chapter, I know. The next one will be better I promise. Review please! I will try and update the third chapter today since nothing really happened in this one. Let me know what ya'll think! (:

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