Bella's POV

After school, Kyle and I drove down to Dead Spots, the salon where he gets his hair done. The awkward car ride was full of him asking me irrelevant question after irrelevant question. If was as if he was nervous. But there was no way anyone could be nervous around me. I've seen him with the coolest people that I've only imagined being friends with and he's never lost his cool. It was odd but I shrugged it off.

"So what are we doing?" the hairdresser, Lisa, asked. I looked in the mirror in front of me and stared at my reflection, turning my head from side to side. I must have sat there for fifteen minutes before I answered her. But not once did she rush me, nor did she make any sign that she was annoyed. Nice people.

"I want it cut... a little past the shoulder." I finally replied. Her eyebrows raised.

"That's it?" she asked, playing with my hair a little, analyzing it from every angle.

I thought for a moment. I thought about Edward and how much he claimed to love everything about me. I snorted and shook my head. I wanted to change. I wanted to be the opposite of what he 'loved' about me.

"I wanna dye it red... A dark red," I told her. I wanted something different but I also wanted to look good and what better way then a hairdresser's point of view.

She looked a little impressed.

"Okay," she stated and got to work.

Edward's POV

The next morning Alice and Emmett were banging at my door. They couldn't wait to get started, I wasn't at all surprised that their expressions were excited and angry all at the same time. And I could honesty say I was a little excited myself. This guy deserved everything that was coming to him, which was a lot.

The two of them were just waking up when we got down to the basement.

Alice stopped and sat them both up by their bound hands.

"Who are you?" one of them asked. I laughed at his confusion. He was so hungover he thought it was his buddies playing a trick on him, and he was getting pissed.

I let Alice and Emmett have their fun for awhile until I finally stopped them and prepared for what I really had in mind.

"Alice..." I called. She nodded, as if she were the mind reader, and set up the ''activities'' I had planned for them. Picquet.

I leaned over him, making sure he knew the face of the man that was going to be the death of him. "You're going to regret what you did to her," I told him.

His confused eyes widened

In his mind he was saying his prayers. Praying to God his soul to keep. Apologizing and scared out off his mind. How dare he pray after the sins he has committed.

"No..." he cried. "I'm sorry, for whatever I did."

I chuckled darkly. "It's a little too late for that." I told him.

I went into deeper detail of the things I'll do to him. First his little prick, the cause of Bella's hurt. Then his legs and arms. Lastly his head. This was going to be the most fun I've had in awhile.

Bella's POV

Lisa spun the chair around and revealed to me my new look. I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. I didn't think it would turn out this good. No wonder Kyle kept smiling at me. I looked amazing!

"Well, do you like it?" Lisa asked hopefully. Did she not see the expression on my face?

"I love it!" I said. She smiled and clapped her hands together. I got up from the chair and looked at Kyle. I wanted to know what he thought of it. Did he like it? Or did he love it?

"You look great," he told me. I bit my bottom lip. Not the answer I was looking for. "I love it," he reassured me. I smiled from ear to ear. But I wasn't done just yet. I wanted to make a few other changes but wasn't sure how Kyle would react to it. I didn't want to take it too far.

"Ummmm... do you know a good tattoo shop?" I asked once we were out the door and in my truck. He didn't say anything at first and I started to worry.

Then he answered, "I have a friend that owns one. Since your a friend of mine I'm sure he'll give you a discount or maybe even for free."

I really didn't know what to say. We haven't known each other for five hours and I felt like this was the beginning of a special friendship. Cliche, I know. But also true.

"You're awesome, you know that?" I told him. He just looked down and smiled.

In school he was the bad boy, the bad influence. Everyone thought they him all figured out. I heard all the stories: he came from a broken home, he doesn't have a home, he runs the streets at night, his mother's an addict, or his mother died. But once you've had a chance to hang out with him, he's a mystery all over again because then you know that none of it is true. Maybe he's a bad boy with a heart of gold. Whatever he is, he's nothing like what anyone at school described him to be.

When we got to the tattoo parlor Kyle was greeted by several people with names I couldn't pronounce. We made it to the back and there I saw a man sitting in a chair labeled 'The Throne' with his feet up, reading a sports magazine. His entire appearance screamed hipster. his mustache caught my attention first. It was well groomed into a perfect handlebar mustache. But he wore glasses and had tattoos up and downs his arms. His hair was cut short and purposely messy. Almost like his. I had to admit, the look worked for him and he pulled it off well.

"Hey Austin, my girlfriend wants a tat and your the best I know," Kyle told him. It took me a moment to realize that he was referring to me when he said girlfriend and I blushed beet red.

He thought we were together? I wasn't sure but I wasn't about to correct him. I didn't have a problem with the idea of being Kyle's girlfriend... I actually kind of like it. It felt nice to have possibilities. The possibilities of having a normal boyfriend to go to the beach with, make out with, have kids with... but I was getting ahead of myself.

Austin closed his magazine, stood up, and smiled. He didn't seem at all as mean as he looked.

"Anything for my best man. Just step into my office," he told us, gesturing to a chair surrounded by tattoo needles and jars with colors that varied.

I sat down in 'The Throne' while Austin sat in a stool next to me.

"So," she started. "What do you want?" He took out a pencil and sheet of paper.

I already knew what I wanted. A colorful sun placed around my navel. The rays would be a red-orange and a piercing would be perfect to go with it. But I wasn't stopping there. I was planning on also getting a tongue, nose, and another ear piercing.

The Edward I thought I knew would freak if he knew I got a tattoo or piercing.

I could really get used to the idea of rebelling against everything Edward wanted.