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he replies. “How much am I cutting,” I ask, once I’m satisfied he’s all combed. “Shit, I’d have you shave it but it’d be cold on the bike. Take it as low as you can,” he says, dismissively. I work in silence for a few minutes, trying to get a rhythm. I used to cut his and my dad’s hair all the time but now my dad just has the salon shave his with clippers and Travis probably has a Fly cut his, who knows. I’m not asking.

And then I looked around the bar and noticed three things: The first was that there was not one ounce of fat on any of the people in the bar. Every single person was slim and gorgeous. The women all looked athletically fit and like they should be on the runway for Victoria’s Secret. The men all had bulging muscles, their arms corded and their abs hard. There must have been a gym around here that everyone went to because everyone seemed to be runway or photoshoot ready. That was probably one of the things that Liam left off the list: to live in this town, you must, at the bare minimum, run on a treadmill and do deadlifts.

Hiroto slaps him in the back while he chokes on his words and turns to Hiroto in his familiar tyrant look "I am not fat!!!!. You're all just thin little chopstick bitches.Adam, I am supporting you, so you owe me 5 bucks; Adam and I are not fat, we're buff. You're all toothpicks that we could break in half. So clearly we're the strongest of this group. Muahahahaha!!!"Everyone including me looks at him weirdly, it's like a kid on an extreme sugar rush and a serial killer together

Had. His spicy mustard hair had darkened into a rich auburn, flipped to the side like one of those fancy underwear model guys. He had turned to using a gym instead some back country for his workouts. His voice had deepened into a sultry devilish baritone. He had dropped seventy pounds in fat weight for eighty pounds in ripped, tight muscles. He was a swooner. Terrell had no issues with wooing the ladies with his muscular country boy style, his deep country voice and his rich boy demeanor. He rocked the suits as easily as he rocked the white t-shirt and blue jeans.

This guy was exactly who I would always lust over but never have a chance in hell with actually dating. He’d let his hair grow out this past month and just shaved it a bit underneath like Jude does. Now he had a messy carmel colored shaggy mess and when he sweats … oh fuck its hot. Illegal. “I want to ask you something, for real … for real on the real,” I said, taking off my gloves. He laughed, flashing his perfect white smile. For weeks now he’d become a good friend, someone I confided in about all my fat girl issues. Okay my mental issues, who knows.

The closer I got to him, the more I could see how much he had changed since the last time I saw him. His hair was now made into a buzz cut as if he had stopped caring about how he looked and just decided to cut it. It suits him but it's something I never thought Julian would do. He looked even more gangster-like with multiple tattoos visible over his body. He had lost weight, not drastically but it sure was visible. He looked....different.

Apparently, it's some long-standing family tradition. Compared to five years ago, I've got to say he looks a lot less like the street thug he really is. I guess that's what money does to the worst of the worst. His shirt sleeves are rolled to his forearm, his pouch of a stomach straining against his shirt, a bit of a double chin, fat cheeks, and of course that hairline. Looks like he ditched the gym the moment he made money, which means two things: One: he's less fit and has lost most of his form.

*I should probably trim huh? My finger acted without consulting my brain. It saved the snap in chat. I quickly took one doing the same thing. I had trimmed last week so I was a bit more groomed. Plus my pubes were a dirty blond so they didn’t stand out as much against my tan skin. *Idk, they look fine to me.*

Also, some perfume that smells masculine. Done with shopping, I immediately head to get a haircut. The barbershop is just a few minutes' walk from where I shopped, and I get attended to as soon as I walk in. “What style do you want? Perhaps just a trim?” the man asks with a smile on his face. “No!” I bark. “I want the entire hair off.” The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.”