thick girl

one

Kardi

I adjusted the waistband around my hips staring at the reflection in the mirror as I debated wearing the short shirt I had on.

I quickly changed into a thin sweatshirt and put my freshly done blue and pink hair into space buns on the top of my hand.

I took some deep breaths trying to calm my nerves.

My mind was all over the place this morning.

I quickly popped a Xanax and grabbed my bag walking out of my apartment.

(I don't pop fucking Xans I might bop a narco)

I walked down the main streets of LA having eyes follow me basically everywhere I went.

I opened the door to the salon walking in.

I turned on the lights setting the bag down behind the counter. 

I pulled on the apron and started plugging in appliances.

The bell above the door rung and I looked up seeing two guys walk in.

One with a bandana around his head and an unzipped hoodie, and the other had a Cowboys beanie and a bape hoodie and a bunch of face tattoos.

"Are you guys open?" The Bape guy asks.

"I'm the only one here but I guess."

"Awesome." He says.

"I'll be back later. I'm gonna head to the mall." The other says.

"Alright."

He leaves with the ring of the bell and I spin the chair around and the other guy takes a seat pulling off the beanie and Bape.

I start combing out his hair.

"So what do you need done?"

"What ever you wanna do." He says.

His hair was pretty long for a guy but I see so many guys in LA with man buns any more so I guess it doesn't matter.

"Be honest. Bape hoodie, did you get it off of eBay?"

He chuckles.

"No I actually didn't. Did you get the Gucci bag behind the counter off of eBay?"

"Don't tell anyone okay." I laugh.

He smiles.

"But if I'm being honest I wasn't planning on getting my hair done. I just wanted an excuse to come in here."

"Bro don't even worry about it. Eighty five percent of our male costumers that come in here are just tryna pick up girls."

"Guess I'm in that percentage now."

"At least you honest about it though. And not like fourty five years old and a math teacher."

He laughs.

"Definitely not. I dropped out of highschool so any chance of being a math teacher was left in ninth grade."

"God, I hated ninth grade with a fucking passion. Worst year of my life."

"I was failing majour so. Plus school ain't my thing."

"My parents would have killed me if I dropped out. They already hate that I work in a salon."

"Aye, at least you ain't a prostitute."

"Exactly. Like at least I ain't working the fucking corner."

"Nope, just in a salon on the corner."

I chuckle.

"Exactly. It could be so much worse."

"I could see you being a stripper though. Like you have the body for it."

I shake my head smiling.

"I'd much rather be a stripper than a prostitute."

"Exactly. At least than you ain't actually gotta sleep with the guys."

"Plus, like I've been told I'm a majour tease. And that's really all stripping is."

He chuckles.

"So your a tease? Good to know."

"God your already such a fuck boy."

He laughs.

"Good to know."

I blow dry his hair slightly brushing through it as I do.

"You have a boyfriend?" He asks.

"No. I do not."

"Also good to know."

I chuckle.

I wash his hair out and take him back.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Nah. Why? Wanna be?"

I roll my eyes.

"I didn't ask you why you asked."

"True. But I think you wanna be."

I shake my head.

"Is it that face tats. I feel it is."

"I like guys with face tattoos. But you need to chill the fuck boy ways."

"Fine. Fine. But just cause I don't want you totally fucking up my hair."

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"That will be fifty dollars and twenty five cents."

He pulls out a folded bill.

"Here. Keep the change." 

I unfold the bill.

"This is a hundred dollar bill."

"Imma help you get real Gucci. Just as long as I get your number."

"Your giving me a fifty dollar tip...for my phone number?"

"I'm feeling generous, Gucci."

"I'm not gonna complain, Bape." I chuckle writing down my number on a sticky note.

"Thanks." He says smiling.

"Wait." I say going back to the chair grabbing his beanie. "Don't forget this."

He chuckles.

"My hair looks good now. I don't need it."

I shake my head as he walks out.

I looked down at the beanie in my hands feeling kinda weird.

A feeling I couldn't really place.

I shrugged it off throwing it on my bag.

Probably just the big tip talking.

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