Jarhead Buzz Cut Novels & Stories

I nodded and, following Erin's suggestion, slapped Caleb twice more. His rage erupted. "Maeve Griffith! Don't push your luck!" "Push my luck? It's just two slaps. It's not like you'll get a concussion," I retorted. I yanked off my hat, revealing my bald head. "And this, too, Caleb. When are you going to pay for cutting my hair and pushing me into a concussion? Don't tell me that you're not even willing to pay back this little bit of money?"

He was also wearing his lip ring and it caught the sun, adding to his sex appeal. There was a sheen of sweat covering his rippling muscles as he jogged but the longer I looked, I realized there was something different about his appearance. And then it clicked. Dorian has gotten a fresh haircut. Most of the time I’d seen him at practice in the last forty-eight hours, he had his helmet on and besides, I avoided him like the plague. His red hair has been shaved to the low buzzcut he was wearing the first time he came into the locker room. I felt an unexpected stab of displeasure.

I hoped he wasn't crying. 10,800 seconds. Three hours. They'd cut my back, my sides, my legs, my shoulders, my stomach and even my arms. I swear, Jason was about to move on to cutting my face. Fortunately, Buzz Cut sighed in exasperation and stood up. "Change of tactics. Let's add some leverage," he drawled. Baldy raised an eyebrow, and Jason turned toward him "Like what?" He asked. "Her friends", Buzz cut replied. "The little fox girl. The loud, crybaby. All of them matter to her, but this fox is a bit special. You've seen her texts" A pit was blown wide open in my stomach. My fingers involuntarily twitched.

like you know, two inches long but shaved an inch shorter along the sides and back? Yeah, that was his hair. He didn't look so much the bad guy anymore, the buzzcut was really selling that. "Enough about me and my amazing life." He exhaled heavily. "How are you doing? After letting all of the emotions and stuff out?" I smiled up at him, not feeling so shy to express myself. "Im okay. Just navigating things right now, every day as it is." His eyes dropped to my stomach, his nose twitching. "Well, have you thought about what you are going to do when you get... larger?"

Jordan's POV I quickly changed from suit to a black shirt and jacket. I messed up my hair while looking at the rear view mirror. Zach is beside me, watching me as I tie my hair in a man bun. "Do you think I need a haircut?" I asked Zach while looking at my reflection. He quickly nodded. "Yes, sir. I think you'll look more presentable if you get a haircut." I paused and stared at him. Really? "I shouldn't get a haircut, then."

His golden eyes watched us, unamused. The man with the buzz cut and his face marked with a scar on his lip. His clothes were similar to the others, but his chest armor stood out more. His boots were heavy, seeming like they'd make a soft thud with each step. He looked nothing short of menacing, especially with his piercings. I looked even closer and saw a tattoo around his neck. He looked like he'd kill with no remorse. Who's to say he hadn't done that already?

Chapter 218: Family Barbecue Jessi checked her image in the mirror and smiled at what she saw. The trip to the Bahamas and the following weekend's paddleboarding excursion had left her with a healthy glow. Since Judd had mentioned that he liked her hair's natural waves, she'd stopped bothering to straighten her auburn locks, leaving her hair looking healthier and younger. The purple tank top she wore swooped down to reveal a bit of cleavage and Judd's day collar twinkled against her skin in the light of the bathroom. White shorts and jeweled sandals completed her outfit.

I seethed. Fucking Zephyr Finn Aramis; the biggest douche I had ever encountered. We were trainees together at the Bushville camp where we trained to become soldiers. He got into fights a lot. At first, I did not have an issue with this idiot till he cut off my hair when we were matched to a fight. To say that I was pissed was an understatement. And when I asked why he cut my hair. He said this: "That's because short hair would look better on you."

He made it hid well so no one would be able to see it unless he pointed it out himself. After that, he decided to get piercings. He got a piercing above his right eye and multiple piercings on both of his ears. He loved wearing small hoops earrings. And then he got a buzz cut. By his appearance, everyone would have surely thought he was into a mafia or something like that. But he did it so no human would look down on him, and he was proud of himself.

Seeing how determined she was, Heath said, “How about you cut off a small piece? Just a little one. Then when you’re sober in the morning, you can go somewhere and get it cut.” Jubilee narrowed her eyes at him, assessing. “You’re probably right.” “Probably,” he said with a grin. Taking the scissors from her, he separated a smaller lock from the piece Jubilee had been about to cut. It wasn’t in an obvious spot, so hopefully Jubilee wouldn’t be upset at its loss in the morning. “You sure about this?” Heath asked. “Do it. Or I’ll do it myself.” Considering how uncoordinated she was, Heath didn’t want her injuring herself accidentally. Before he could rethink this mad plan, he pulled the lock st