Novel & Cerita Jjba Hair

“It’s a new year, what are you confused about, Jordi?” “New year, new me.” Jane chimed in flipping her hair before eventually giving us such a nice twirl just to show out her new style. A neck length bob cut and she even dyed it ashy grey which was glistening as the sunlight was hitting it. I looked over at Nikki who now has new expensive looking weave that’s as long as Rapunzel’s hair. It was a forty-inch weave that moved so silky and smooth all the way through her plumped bottoms. She also got a nose piercing that made her look edgier.

I have to look up at them and it sucks. "Hey, Jo," Jon replies. Jax looks at me for a few seconds, then looks away uneasily. Jax is a tall guy — like everyone else around me — with curly dark hair that he has always kept short on the sides and longer but still trimmed and layered at the top. Angeline had several of his photos as a little boy and a younger teenager, in which his curly hair was long and fell around his face. She used to say she would one day trick him into a bet or something and have him grow it again.

A sports bra and a tank top that used to be an old The Plot In You band shirt. Before walking out there, I take a look in the mirror wondering if I look any different. I used to think that Jayk would bleach his hair to get it as silver as it is, but I guess I was wrong. My once golden blonde hair is a couple of shades away from being gray but still very straight. My eyebrows turned black. My eyes are still the same gunmetal blue. My muscle definition is a lot more obvious. Especially my stomach. I definitely didn't have a six-pack this morning. I might be a little taller but not by much. I still look like myself.

"You want me to comb your hair?" "Of course, who else is there? Don't act that way. You've done everything else for me that was far more private. Like help me into the tub to take a bath." "Since you put it that way, but I don't know anything about combing a girl's hair." "Do you mean my type of hair? It’s easy to manage, and it curls when it's wet." She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I bet yours doesn't do that. Jake laughed as he quickly began to apologize.

She asked if they understood that my cheek needed to look like nothing had ever happened to it. “Joella,” I said. “What? This is important.” “You are scaring them.” “Good. Scared people do better work.” The hairstylist laughed under her breath and started combing through my damp hair. Her hands were gentle. She asked me how I wanted it. Joella answered before I could. “Soft. Elegant. Not stiff. She is not a cake topper.” “I can speak,” I said. “You can speak after you look like a dream.” I let them work.

She felt ten times cuter. “Dawn, where did you learn how to do that?” Jazmin was sitting next to her on the right while Christian was on the other side. “I saw a video on the internet..” It wasn’t a lie. She did see that on the internet back in her time and had practiced different styles on her sisters. “Oh! Can you do mine too?” “Sure.. But I’ll do it differently since you have shorter hair.” “Okay! I trust you..” For Jazmin, since her hair was thinner and shorter compared to Phoebe’s, she did a half up fishtail braid. From the intricate braiding on the top to the loose flowing curls on the bottom, it looked cute on her as well.

“I should wash my hair and have you re-braid it. It’s starting to come loose, and pieces are sticking out all over.” “Of course, Miss Wilson.” Jennifer began unbraiding my hair. When she was finished, I looked at the bushy mess on top of my head and groaned. “I love how the braids look, but I wish there were another way to control this mess on top of my head.” Jennifer continued to use a wide-toothed comb to untangle my hair. “There are ways, Miss Wilson. Your hair could be trimmed, and there are products and ways to style it so it wouldn’t be as frizzy.”

I cast a mocking look at Luciana, and she corresponded with a slight roll of her eyes. Jordana noticed our expressions and released a muxoxo, gesturing with her shoulders and deciding that our presence was not worthy of her attention. We weren't there for more than a few minutes and her blonde hair was already starting to fall out of the bun, and I thought this should be one of the problems of having very straight hair. Discreetly, I raised one hand and lightly groped my own bun, where the frizzy threads were still very firm and smoothed for my long hours using a flat iron to discipline it.

She spends the next forty-five minutes backcombing my hair and covering it in a strong-smelling lacquer. ‘What is this?’ I ask. ‘This is hair lacquer, Miss,’ Jewel says, her fingers oily from it, as she teases my hair into an absolute mess. Just when I think my hairstyle will be ridiculous, she pats down my hair, in sections, before sleeking them back with her lacquered hands into a very voluminous bun.

They stopped just above my knee, almost touching the hem of my dress. “Beautiful. Alright, Down? Up?” I bit my lip then smiled. “Can you do two french braids?” He smiled, nodded then walked into the bathroom to get what he’d need. “Did Gabe put anything in your hair after washing it?” I giggled. “No, he got distracted with my panties.” He clicked his tongue and came back out with his hands full of products. “What is all of that?” “Well, there is leave-in conditioner, and some oils to help your hair stay healthy. It got some care at the salon, but it still needs work love.” I nodded and leaned forward to move my hair out from under myself. He chuckled.