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It seems like they are trying to keep their voices down, but it’s as clear as a bell to my ears. “It’s been over twenty-four hours,” one of the girls says. She’s about eighteen with jet-black, straight hair that looks as soft as silk. I like my wavy long hair well enough, but I’ve often been jealous of people who can just brush their hair and go first thing in the morning while still looking incredible. Whenever I wake up, my hair looks all bent out of shape like it got run over by a semitruck or something. “I know,” one of the guys agreed, a tall one who is slender but with an athletic build. “We’ve got a team out scouting for him.” Something in this guy’s voice sounds off, like a mix of fe

tomorrow. Out of the 6 of them, only three stood out. The youngest looking one with brown hair, a well-built quiet one with dyed copper blue hair, and the burly one with blue eyes and dyed brown hair. She tried to pin the wolf again, by scanning them, squinting her eyes to see if she'd see any movement that wasn't human. The blue-haired guy stood out, he seemed like the kind of quiet guy with a lot of money that attracted a lot of friends that they didn't care about or vibe with. She watched him pick up the tab, saying only a little and sipping his beer.

anything. They held bright full beautiful smiles, and their body build had been very similar to that of my own. Slim bellies, wide hips, a big ass and a beautiful face. The differences in their hair color was wide-one had bouncy red curls, the other had wavy chestnut hair, the other had almost an afro look about her hair. The sleek blackness of it was shining from the lights. The amount of hairspray they probably had to use was astounding.

the guy with curly hair remarked, clutching the stacks of money tightly in his hands and bursting into laughter. "Stop laughing, man. I feel terrible. She's dead because of us," the other guy responded, placing the bag back on his back. "Don't be such a coward. There are plenty of fish in the sea, countless hot chicks out there," the curly-haired guy continued, moving closer to his friend. "We can hit the club tomorrow and..." "Find another girl," I finished his sentence, stepping in front of them and adjusting my face cap to conceal my identity. "Yeah, dude, can you believe this guy? He's a pussy. I think he fell in love with a bad girl. She wanted nothing more than a friends-with-benefits

They had more than doubled the customer base and had three other employees working under them besides the work they did themselves and the part time help from their dad. Jacob and Jason both had their hair styled in a quiff but Jacob had spikes of blond highlights in his and kept it long and textured in a straight up and straight back fashion. Jason’s was his natural dark brown, faded more at the sides and of a medium length on top that he kept swept to the right. Jacob kept his face clean shaven whereas Jason kept the remnants of a five o’clock shadow and a very finely trimmed mustache.

Robbie and another guy were walking over to the crowd with serious expressions, pushing through the small wall of people that had gathered. The other man was the blonde I vaguely remembered from the time he came into the bar with Robbie. His hair was golden like wheat, short on the sides but just long enough on top to curl slightly. His eyes were a piercing ice-blue that somehow looked both observant and amused, like he'd seen more than he let on. His build was leaner than Robbie's but still strong—he looked like he ran more than he lifted, maybe a strategist more than a fighter.

Matt said. “One of the guys was a pretty boy, skinny, brown eyes, and sandy brown hair. The other was creepy as shit. He was tall, but not as tall as me and Dex. He had no hair, I mean none – not on his head, clean shaven – he didn’t even have eyebrows. He had the bluest blue eyes I had ever seen,” D.J. stressed. “You said, three guys,” Williamson said nastily. Matt could tell Williamson was pissed. He couldn’t stand people who turned their backs on their friends.

Me, Clumsy Junior. His hair was tied up in a messy ponytail today, a rare sight, and I chuckled, grabbing a brush and comb before approaching him. Standing in front of him, I began combing his hair. He rested his hands on my hips while I worked, and once I finished, his hair was neatly arranged into two ponytails. His curly hair only added to the overall effect, and I struggled to contain my laughter as he shot me a look. However, he remained silent, rising to his feet and towering over me completely. He resembled the stereotypical basketball player.

Obviously, he looks masculine whereas I am clearly female. Oh, and his lips are not "fat" like mine. Not at all. They're manly, though. I don't know how else to describe them than that! His hair is where the similarities end, though. While mine is black, his is a dirty blonde. He keeps it short, with an unruly, scraggly "style". I swear he just hops out of bed and it's already perfect every morning. Like a god damn movie star. (I usually spend at least half an hour on my own hair.)

Obviously, he looks masculine whereas I am clearly female. Oh, and his lips are not "fat" like mine. Not at all. They're manly, though. I don't know how else to describe them than that! His hair is where the similarities end, though. While mine is black, his is a dirty blonde. He keeps it short, with an unruly, scraggly "style". I swear he just hops out of bed and it's already perfect every morning. Like a god damn movie star. (I usually spend at least half an hour on my own hair.)