Trigger warning: This chapter uses the word dyke. I don't have the intent of hurting anyone and I hope no one gets offended but if someone feels uncomfortable with it, please just tell me and I'll be more than happy to change it :) Much love, your author.
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Chapter Six|| Alright, Hannah Montana
I looked at the mirror and then at my scissors.
I was going to do it, I was going to cut my hair.
I grasped my blond locks and closed my eyes tightly, holding the scissors with shaky hands.
"You can do it. No more itchy wigs. This is just for a year."
I then clasped the blades of the scissors, hoping for the best, and then opened my eyes, expecting to see my hair cut short.
But since I had my eyes closed, I'd managed to completely miss my hair.
I stared at my hair, confused.
What the fuck had a cut then?
I looked at the mirror and noticed a red liquid coming down my finger. Oh, fuck.
"Yo, what the fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I dropped the scissors and grasped my finger with tears in my eyes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fucking fuck of fucks."
At this point, I was bawling my eyes out and jumping like an idiot around the room.
"What the fuck are you screaming about?" Sam said. I turned around and noticed him climbing into my window with a frustrated face.
I showed him my finger, making sure I bit my lip so I could prevent the loud wails from coming out.
"You're basically screaming bloody murder because of a small cut on your finger?" He asked, his face contorted to an even more annoyed expression.
"What the fuck? I almost chopped my damn finger off. The fuck you mean "small cut" fucking looking ass tatertot," I growled as I pulled my finger closer to myself.
He rolled his eyes and grasped my finger. He examined it and shrugged.
"What were you even trying to do?" He scoffed.
"Cut my hair short," I said with a pout.
Again, he rolled his eyes and I was so close to just pulling his beautiful blue eyes off his sockets and shoving them down his throat.
"You have a first aid kit?" He asked.
"Do I look like a damn nurse to you? Who the fuck keeps a first aid kit lying around their house? Because I know I don't. "
He rolled his eyes and stood up. Heading towards his room. When he came back, he had a small white box in his hands.
"I hope this burns like hell," he chuckled as he sprayed a liquid on my finger.
I hissed as I started to feel my finger burn. "How the fuck dare you, you fucking cunt?"
"Shut the fuck up and just stay still," he growled as he wrapped a bandaid around my finger.
"Fuck you," I whispered to myself as he reached for a pair of scissors.
"Get that thing away from me, you fucking white crayon," I yelped.
He sighed and gestured me to turn around. "I'm going to help you cut your hair since you're clearly incapable of doing so."
"Do you even know how to cut hair, asshat?"
"Just turn around, Sawyer."
I turned and felt him grasp my hair and I could be wrong, but I could almost swear I heard him say:
"I've always liked your long hair."
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"What did you do to your hair?" My mom shrieked at the top of her lungs the next morning, causing my both my dad and Hayden to turn around.
My dad looked back at his phone. "Not going to ask, not my job," he murmured.
Hayden shrugged. "I mean, it doesn't look bad."
My mom strutted towards me and grasped my now short hair.
"It took years for you to grow that hair out. I understand you're going through a phase or a social experiment or whatever, but this has gone too far!"
I almost rolled my eyes. She has always been so dramatic.
"Chill, mom, it'll grow back," I said as I grabbed an apple for the table.
"You're not going to say anything about it, Ruben?" My mother called out to my father, "I mean, look at your brother's little girls. Ellie's already graduating college and Melody is graduating high school as Valedictorian! Our daughter doesn't even know what she's doing with her life!"
My father sighed and dropped his paper. "Just let Sawyer be, honey. She'll figure out her life when she wants to."
My mother huffed and glared at my father. "Fine, you want to go ahead and throw away your life like this? I don't care," She yelled and she ran up the stairs as if I had just told her that I was going to drop out of school and join a satanic cult.
My father stood up, I'm guessing to chase after my mother, but before he left, he turned to look at us. "I hope you guys know what the fuck you're doing because you just got me involved in your problems."
My brother stood up abruptly and signaled me to follow him to the bus stop. "Come on, dyke."
"Suck my dick, Hayden," I growled as I slung my backbag over my shoulder.
"You know, if Nick sees you now, he's definitely going to know that you're the girl he's totally been crushing on for the past month," Sam said from where he was standing.
He was throwing his crap in the backseat of his car while staring at me.
"Well, fuck, I hadn't thought that through. I'm going to have to buy a blond wig," I sighed.
"Alright, Hannah Montana, have fun with that."
"Fuck off, piece of shit," I hissed at him, "Wait, he's crushing on me?"
Sam raised a brow at me. "You're kidding, how fucking oblivious are you?"
"I didn't fucking know that, why am I barely finding about this now?" I inquired as I watched him get in his car.
"Oh, God, you're not kidding. The guy basically drools on you every time he sees you take out the trash," he stated as he started the engine.
"Well, I'm going to pick up Olivia. If I don't show up by third period, I'll be in a dark alley banging her."
"Ew, what the fuck, Sam," I said as I furrowed my eyebrows.
He shrugged and winked at me. "Short hair suits you just as much as long hair."
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