Novel & Cerita Nerdy Hairstyles

Zayn suddenly felt a chill running down his spine when he locked his gaze with those dark eyes. That look was so terrifying! When Zayn looked over again, Ambrose's head was lowered to drink milk. Illusion! It must be! Zayn eagerly shook his recently dyed hair. Larissa saw his silver hair and let out an indescribable expression. Zayn, noticing Larissa staring at him, subconsciously flicked his hair. "How's my new hairstyle?" Larissa uttered honestly, "Very ugly." The air was filled with a moment of profound silence.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm sure it's either greatly stupid or stupidly great." "Well, who knows?" I straightened my back. "But you know, compared to the other royalty in this school, their looks are the most unique." Without the cloaks hiding or the night overshadowing their features, I could finally see what they really looked like. The one on the right had teal-colored hair that was parted on the right side of his head as a longer, blood-red strand of his hair framed the left side of his face until a few inches below his chin. Did someone chop his hair the wrong way? I wondered in my head as I stared at his weird hairstyle.

His dark jeans and long sleeved button up with loafers confirmed his rich boy status. I glance to his left and my Teddy is standing there with a look of annoyance and hatred. I smiled at him and looked him up and down. I can definitely see him as a bad boy in high school. His arms were crossed over his white v-neck tshirt. His black jeans and black Van's covered the rest of him. He had on a blacked out NFL hat that he wore backwards. It covered up his long blonde hair but you could tell he just got another haircut. I could go two years without getting a haircut and be fine. This boy couldn't go 4 weeks without one.

“But before I’ll dispatch you, please do change anything on you, especially your hairstyle.” Theodore caressed his perm, slightly blond hair and spoke. “My hair? But I actually changed it just yesterday before going here. I thought this will be going to be my disguise for the next mission. Man, this hairstyle is quite pricey.” “Let me guess, you actually based that hairstyle on a cartoon character.” Theodore grinned. “I heard teenage girls like this certain dude in an anime show or something and he’s around social media so maybe I could blend in with these kids.”

I quickly take a shower and change. I put on a black and red tank top (to match my hair. Like Knox having blue tips in his silver hair, I end up having red streaks in my black hair. It's totally wicked! And believe it or not, we were born like that.) and a pair of cut offs and my sneakers. I run a brush through my hair and put it up in a sloppy pony. I'm not impressing anyone, and I really don't give a damn about what I look like this morning. I'm too freaking tired to care!

Which is how I ended up with extra chores for a week and an irritant Den who is getting ants in his pants from staying under 'lock-down'. “Don't know, Hannah ain't allowed, so if the Prez says yes then Hannah is going to get pissed.” I shrug when he lifts his head to face me in his 'what the fuck' look. His spiked hair is sticking up in all directions, like he just woke up, but I saw Chadley styling it for him this morning when I was getting myself a cup of coffee. I still need to get used to the blue hair he has going on. I can deal with the eyes.

Well, hopefully, he could tell her from Adam, but, uh… She took a deep breath to collect her scattered thoughts and forced her attention to Eric. She could look at him without getting all giddy, but found she couldn’t stop staring at his insane hairstyle—half-long, a center strip of short spikes, the rest various lengths and just plain strange. A crimson, finger-thick lock curled around the side of his neck. Rock star hair. She stifled an excited giggle. “So what do you teach?” Eric took a sip of his beer, his pale blue eyes never leaving her face. Well, maybe he checked out her chest a little, but he mostly kept his gaze above her neck.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

That’s some dedicated shit right there. She’s currently doing Azura’s hair whilst I’m leaving mine open. I don’t have long locks like her, so I’m going to have to make do with my shoulder-length bob. Now that I think about it my hairstyle can pass as an Egyptian look, right? The bangs and the straight black hair. See? I’m channelling my inner Bastet. I cackle at my own thoughts, earning questioning looks from the others.

she says, turning to me. “All good with me!” I smile. “Your hair is so long and thick! I’m just so jealous!” “Oh I promise you wouldn’t be if it was yours. You should see the bedhead, it’s embarrassing,” I confess. We continue to make jokes and talk about random things. Once Carmen and I are done with making popcorn and brownies, we head over to the couch to pick a movie. We decided on a rom-com, and Leona has me sit on the floor in front of the couch so she can do my hair. I’m terrible with that kind of stuff, and I know a total of about three hairstyles. Half up/half down, a braid, and a ponytail. Anything more than that goes right over my head and looks like absolute crap when I do it. I