Jarhead Buzz Cut Novels & Stories

"Do whatever you want. It won't change the fact that I hate every single one of you." ​Jaxson just smirked, a dark, victorious glint in his eyes. "Good. Hate is much more fun than boredom. Carry on." ​As he walked out, the army moved in. For the next three hours, I was poked, prodded, and painted. They worked on my hair, using extensions to hide the jagged edges I’d cut in my moment of rebellion. They scrubbed the forest dirt from under my nails until my skin was raw.

“Don’t move or you’ll make it worse.” Jonie worked quickly in the silence that fell between us. She snipped at my hair from different angles, evening out the jagged tufts and bringing some semblance of cohesion. A pixie cut was all that could be salvaged of what remained, but I was grateful to no longer look like the failed experiment of a 5-year-old who discovered the wonders a pair of scissors could do to the heads of her Barbies.

Stevie apologized profusely. "Do it again, and I'll murder you!" Jared snarled so hard saliva was flying. He sat on his expensive spinning chair from behind his desk and grabbed hold of his hair. He raised, and the entire mope was lifted off his scalp. Jared had suffered from a massive hair loss issue for a while now, and by 30 years old, he was balding. He shaved his head because of it, yet he could not seem to accept that as part of his image. Thus, he got himself a wig and wore it around. He had done so for so many years that not even his closest allies and colleagues knew he was bald.

“Gonna strip you down, see that tight little ass. Bet you squeal real sweet when we take turns.” “Back off,” I warned in a low voice, giving them the chance to bug off. My hand rested on my knife, but I kept it sheathed… for now. Buzzcut laughed, then suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my arm. His fingers dug into my skin, almost drawing blood. That was it. I moved fast, driving my knee into his stomach hard enough to double him over. He wheezed and choked on his spit, and I yanked my knife free, slicing a quick line across his shoulder.

Honestly, she was just happy to be outside and not locked up in that room again. He sat down and she wet his hair with the spray bottle. “Short at the sides and back and longer at the top?” She asked him. “I usually just get a buzz cut.” He said with a shrug. “Could we try my suggestion, first? I’d do the buzz cut if you don’t like it…” Gemma suggested hopefully.

For once, neither Joseph nor Matthew was with him. He was dressed casually, wearing a leather jacket, dark jeans, and a matching t-shirt. After dinner the night before, he had decided to shave off his thick beard and trim his hair. Seeing himself in the mirror, he’d felt old compared to Marcus. Mary still looked youthful, and if he wanted to catch her attention again, it wouldn’t be with his previous unkempt appearance.

he says softly. "Hey" I smile. "You look really nice today, green really suits you," Winston says sheepishly. I look down at my emerald green turtle neck top, "Thank you" I smile. "Did you get a haircut recently?" I ask observing his hair from the edges. "Yeah, they were growing a bit too long for my liking so got them trimmed from the edges" Winston shrugs. "It looks nice" I pause, "Have you ever thought of getting a buzz cut? I think you would look really badass with it" I grin tilting my head.

Hearing someone yelled my name, I turn and look at Liam with Jordan waving. Stopping the training. I excuse myself and head over. “Wow, you look different now,” Jordan said as he stares at me. Smiling, I thank him. I had cut my long red hair and leave it short. My hair was above my shoulders. It felt like I needed a new change, so I did it. “Do you need help?” Jordan asked as I started ambling. “It’s ok, it helps to exercise it,” I said with a smile, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

"Just me, tiny. Don’t scream." "I wasn’t going to scream." I defend as I adjust the strap of my bag on my shoulder and Jared laughs. "Really? You looked like you were." "What are you doing here?" I ask as I stare him down. He’s in faded blue jeans and a white round neck. I cock my head when I notice his hair is shorter. "Did you get a haircut?" "Glad to know you notice stuff about me, tiny." He returns with a smile and I clear my throat. "It’s kind of obvious."

" Excuse me for this... Mr. Carson didn't want me to be held up in traffic. Jared laughed a little. But I didn't think it was a mocking laugh or anything like that. It was more like casual. "Don't worry, that made it clear to us." Easy.” He winked at me in the rearview mirror. Jared had little hair, he had some tattoos on his arms and he also had a piercing in his ear. His small beard had shades between yellow and red. He was a mature man, quite handsome, he looked strong through his arms. It was also seen that he was one of those guys who would not leave you alone at a critical moment. And it seemed from the boys that he would defend you from others.