“Okay, lesson number one, you’re going to have to lose your hair—“
“What?”
Layla glares. “Let me finish, Sparks. Like I said, you have to lose your hair, and add a little—“
“Can you at least elaborate by me losing my hair? Because, Layla, I’m pretty sure a bald woman wouldn’t attract Seth’s attention—not that I would even allow you to lose my hair.”
She groans, plopping herself down onto my couch, an exasperated look etched across her face. “You’re being really impossible right now, Jen. I feel like stabbing you, you know?”
“I feel the love, Lays.”
Ignoring my sarcasm, she says, “What I’m trying to say, Jen, is that you need a different look, right? So by saying losing your hair, I meant by giving you a new hairstyle.”
I frown. “What’s wrong with my hair now?”
She scrunches her nose a little. “It’s a little too . . . plain.”
I subconsciously touch my straight strawberry blonde hair, and run my fingers through it. “It’s not plain,” I defend.
“Oh, honey.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re being a bitch right now, Layla.”
She snorts. “Oh, please. I’m sure Tim would say the same thing.”
“No, he wouldn’t.”
The next thing I know, Layla has her iPhone out in her hands, and she’s dialing a number. I’m not dumb enough to not know that she’s calling Tim. I roll my eyes, and cross my arms under my chest. Tim wouldn’t say that, right? Layla taps on her phone one more time, making it loudspeaker, so I can hear their conversation.
“Hello?”
“Do you think Jen’s hair is plain?” Layla quickly asks, eyeing me.
“I—uh—yeah?”
I gasp. “Tim!”
“Oh, hey Jen! Yeah, I’m sorry about that, but it’s true. I’m sorry.”
I scowl at a smirking Layla. Then, I take her phone from her hands, and speak, “Well, at least you said it politely, and apologized. You’re forgiven, Tim.”
Layla drops her smirks, and a look of disbelief quickly appears on her features. “What?”
I give her a fake smile. “Sorry, Layla, you’re still a bitch. And Tim, thank you for your honesty. You’re the man.”
He laughs through the phone. “Hell yeah, I am.”
Layla glares, and then snatches her phone back from me. “Bye, Tim!” Then, she hangs up on him, and then shoves her phone back into her back pocket. “Really, Jen?”
I protectively cross my arms under my chest again, and reply, “I’m not going to change my hairstyle. I like my plain one.”
“You wanna bet?”
“Fine. Whatever.”
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RandomThere's only one thing Jennifer Sparks wants after finding out that her four-year boyfriend has been cheating on her with her childhood best friend: She wants him back. But that's not exactly what her other best friends want. All they want for her t...
