22. Soft Underwear

***Emara Stone***

"No one will laugh at you. Chill, I have an idea that people will not be able to recognize you anymore." Ana smirks.
I look up to her bright smile that is radiating with positive electrons. She holds my hand and takes me to a room that looks like a dressing room.
There is a big vertical mirror on the wall and table right in front of it, different cosmetic products are aligned on the table like a model's wardroom. Ana makes me sit in front of the mirror and goes through things in the drawers.
"You know plastic surgery also?" I curiously ask her as takes out chemical bottles, bowls, and hand gloves. "No, but I can learn from YouTube." Ana says as she pours the chemical from the bottle into the bowl of blue powder that has a highly pungent smell.
"I am going to color your hair."
"Really!" I shriek in excitement. I always wanted to color my hair in rainbow colors so my all shades of clothes match with them. "Yeah! As it is said, if you can't change your surroundings, change your hair color." Ana mixes both the elements into a thick paste. She wears gloves and gives me a wink. I couldn't stop thinking of how cool she is.
*Ana is like that perfect fit and soft underwear that is just made for you.*
I quietly sit as she parts my long dark hair in different sections and applies the paste at the ends. "What is this smell?" I scrunch my nose as the strong acrid smell enters my nostrils. "It’s bleach. I mostly color my own hair, so I am basically a professional with no degree." Ana sneers humouredly.
After she covers all the ends, she applies the paste to my roots. My head feels hot-hot as she nicely covers my skull in a plastic bag after putting all the paste in my hair.
Meanwhile, Ryan uploads one picture every hour, completely avoiding my pleases.
I lock my phone and throw it away from my eyes. I was stupid to fall in one-sided love with a heartless character. But now, I will make him look so evil that everyone will hate him, laugh at him, and call him king of stupid cock.
You wait and watch Ryan-*fucking*-Damison. I'll take my revenge from you in my book.
After washing the bleach off from my hair, the dark shade completely fades off to something golden-greyish color. In one glance, I look like Khaleesi without dragons and Dothraki.
I raise my finger in the mirror, pointing at myself as I hoarsely speak, "The next time you raise a hand to me, will be last time you have hands."
*I feel different. I feel powerful.*
"Sit down, Daenerys. We need to dry them first." Ana says as she blows dry my sticky noodle hair. "What color are you going to do?" I ask her excitedly. At this point, I'll punch anyone who tries to tell me I am basic.
"You want color in your hair?" Ana asks surprisingly as she gently breaks my hundred-two-hundreds hair while combing.
"Yeah! I don't wanna look like those blond campus bimbos." Those bitches will accuse me of copying their Trump blond hair which I have no interest in. "Hmm... I'll do something." Wrinkles appear on her forehead as she thinks deeply, "Do you have markers or pens?"
"I have both." In fact, I have hundreds of pens.
"Great then. We will make our own version of hair dye." Ana says excitedly. She pours half a bottle of conditioner into the bowl and asks for markers. But I give her all of my pens that I had bought while waiting before the lecture to gawk at Ryan. *Irony!*
I would never use my markers, even if they are the last weapons left in a zombie apocalypse.
I fascinatingly watch Ana as she cuts the pen's refills and pours them into the bowl. She cautiously puts all the concoction from root to the tips of my hair and wraps it again inside the plastic bag.
I look like a unicorn with a plastic bag on my head, but in a cute way.
I unlock my phone to take some selfies with inked head. But suddenly my world stops spinning. An invisible hand clasps over my mouth and the screams get stuck in my throat.
Ryan uploaded another picture!! And this time, he uploaded the pages from my sexual fantasies that I had daydreamed off.

*' “Wha-t are you doin Ryan-n?” I notice I stammer miserably as he grabs my breast and squeezes it hard. "Touching you." Ryan kisses below my ear all the way to my shoulder. "Kissing you." He darts his tongue out licks my neck seductively slow. "Licking you."*
*I bite my lips to suppress any sound which is originating in my throat. "Biting you" Ryan's eyes never leave mine while he takes my flesh of shoulder between his upper and lower teeth. '*

My heart wildly hammers inside my chest like it belongs to a rabbit running for his life from a predator. The room spins and I squat on the floor, trying to make everything slow to something my brain and body can cope with. *I feel so sick.*
I want to call an ambulance but I don't remember 911's number.
I dared not to look at the comments section. Those ass pastries must be enjoying my dying fried soul. I directly went to the evil prince’s DM that he still didn't reply, and take a deep breath before surrendering myself to his evil ways..

*‘Can you please not upload any more pictures plzzz…’*

*‘I am really really sorry for not coming today, I regret.’*

*‘Can we please meet once, it is all just a misunderstndnin’*

*‘I’ll do anything but please don't upload any more pics’*

*‘I’ll wait for you behind the cafe tomorrow but please don't tell anyone about the book’*

*‘I beg you! Pretty plzzzz’*

My eyes lit up in hope as suddenly I see '*Seen*' below my messages. "Oh my God!" I scream in excitement and fear as I see him typing. "What happened?" Ana walks inside with a trash bag as she alarmedly looks at me.
"Ryan is typing!" My eyeballs stay glued on the screen, desperately waiting for his reply. And within a second his reply pops up..

*‘K’*

"K? That's it?" I shockingly look at his reply. A part of me feels injustice as I texted him around five hundred words and he just replied like a miser.
Ana looks at the one letter reply from my ex-crush and whispers slowly, "Every kiss begins with a K."
*And kill too!*