Grown Out Bleach Buzz Novels & Stories

“I swear you’re decades older than you appear, O’Shea.” “But like internally,” added Zack Beckett. “because the red hair is his fountain of youth.” I frowned at my reflection on the window and ran my fingers through my locks. “I’ve been thinking about dyeing it.” Deep groans erupted. "Don't; the marketing team’s going to kill you,” Zack said. “That’s our USP." “I thought that was you, Brown.” I replied, jabbing a finger back. The boys burst into a round of laughter, while I could feel Brown's frown boring a hole at the back of my seat.

I grinned as I typed in a reply. Nina : Thanks for visiting me! I'm looking forward to that too! I then added three airplane emojis next to my reply. I laughed out loud as his next message switched informally. Me and Regina has been teasing him these past few days about his airport-like forehead. He's currently experiencing hair loss after a severe allergy from a black shampoo. His scalp was deeply affected, hence the excessive fall off of his hair. Next week, he's scheduled for a hair transplant to treat his balding head.

I demanded, fury in my voice. Jade smirked, holding up a bottle of bleach. The strong, stinging smell hit my nose, and panic shot through me. “Oh no!" I shrieked, feeling the bleach burn my scalp. My hands flew to my head, desperately trying to wipe it away, but the taps in every room I tried were dry. They’d planned this. Minutes and minutes passed as they each blocked my way into every room for about 10 minutes. “Help!” I screamed, running to my room’s bathroom and plunging my head under the faucet. My heart sank as I watched strands of my hair fall out, and my once-brown hair turn a fiery, unnatural red and brown.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

"Go back to the archives and fix your neck because the smell of those chemicals is giving me a headache." I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled for the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and practically fell into the hallway. I didn't stop running until I reached the basement bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, looking at my reflection. The ‘rash’ was itchy and burning, but it had saved me. But as I looked at the red mess, a wave of sadness hit me. Damon had looked so hopeful for a split second—so desperate to find a connection and I had given him a face full of bleach-smelling hives.

Where you can see a blurry form but not everything. I rinse the conditioner out of my hair and grab my purple loofa when I hear someone walk in. I close the Winter Candy Apple soap from Bath and Body Works and quietly set it down. "Hello?" "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut!" The voice snaps back. Leon. "Get the hell out!" I exclaim and stop washing my body.

Kia's POV "Hell no, Kia, did you see the Star News interview?" Hazel screamed with excitement the minute she got back from shopping. At first glance, you would see that she did more than shopping. Her three-day-old nails were removed, and a fresh nail extension was added. Her hair was packed in an updo with new light brown highlights, and from the smell of the scented oils, you could tell she had a spa massage. I winced just thinking about the amount of money debited from my card. So much for 'shopping'.

A sweet smile popped on my lips as we all started to remember that day… THE MAKEOVER PLAN IN HIGH SCHOOL WE WERE ALL STANDING outside the famous salon and was contemplating whether we should try there or choose another place that offers a bit lower price than this establishment. My eyes flew at Rebecca who was holding her long unruly hair as if she was praying on it. "Do we really have to do this?" She nervously asked. "Yes. And don't react too much about it. It's not as if we're going to cut that short and have it bleached."

Chloe felt like a whole new person as she left the spa. New hair, she had decided to go with an aqua color. She could always dye it back if she needed to for a job. It had grown over the last few months and she had it cut short again. New nails, she got a manicure, and her almond-shaped nails were now in a slightly pinkish peach color, they did her makeup, and scrubbed her until her skin shined, she was waxed having hair ripped away leaving her smooth all over. Somehow they had convinced her to keep a small triangle shaped patch, but with a weird crop circle, tribal design just above her pussy lips and they dyed it aqua as well.

Stormie- Six hours and many dyes later, the color couldn’t be concealed. They have tried to bleach my hair to the point that it should be fried by now, but nothing worked. I was as baffled as them about my hair, but aside from shaving my head, nothing could be done.