Soccer Player Haircuts Novels & Stories

he said, “what do you take us for? I see you finally got a hair cut.” The boy blushed and shook his head lightly causing his hair to flip. “Y-yeah, Jedidiah insisted.” It was true that when the boys went on a hair dying spree they had Luca get his hair trimmed up. It wasn’t too much shorter but at least now it was out of his eyes and easier to maintain.

“Anyway! Speaking of boys…” That was my warning sign. Darcy never started a sentence like that unless she was about to drop something nuclear. “Have you heard?” she whispered, leaning forward like the walls had ears. “No,” I said automatically, because Darcy always assumed I was living under a rock—which, to be fair, I kind of had been. Her grin spread. “Xavian Blackridge. Soccer captain. Alpha-born. Transferring here this semester.” My pen, which I’d been using to scribble my dorm room number on a sticky note, froze midair. My stomach did a slow, traitorous flip.

I’d gotten my hair cut last week, so instead of my dark brown hair hanging down to my collar, it was now short enough that it felt like prickly stubbles. I’d stayed after practice for some extra weight training, not that I really needed. I knew that I was fit. At six feet tall, chiseled facial features, and a six-pack abdomen, I was a hot commodity at school. But what most people didn’t realize was that it took hours of conditioning and years of training for soccer to keep this status. I walked into the town’s local pizza shop and saw that the rest of the team was already seated and eating. It had become the hangout whenever we got done with soccer practice, and when no one was quite ready t

If he was, this group could not get any hotter. I stood there looking at them as they conversed among themselves. They had similar builds and similar sharp features. Their hair was all styled differently, though. Jack, who seemed to be the youngest, had the shortest hair, kind of spiky at the top. Marco’s hair was like Damian’s five years ago, and he had beautiful deep green eyes that seemed to have a calming effect. Nick’s hair was long, he styled it into a man-bun.

From beginning to end, he never had a single glance at Danica. "Ha..." Danica's temper flared up. It's Andy. This guy! Did he really ignore her like air? She turned her head, looked up and stared at his resolute profile, and said angrily, "Hey! Andy, don't you have eyes?" After washing his hands, he turned on the faucet and leisurely pulled out a paper towel to dry his hands. He turned to face her with a faint smile on his face. His hair had just been cut off in order to fit the base's regulations. It was cut so short that one could vaguely see his scalp.

He answers, feeling a little happy with himself. He is wearing khaki trousers and a white polo on top, his hairstyle has changed and his hair is now rearing a low cut, unlike the afro I've known him with in the last few months. On his face shows unshaved stubble which doesn't suit him at all but I let that be to avoid an argument. Only the heaven knows the facial style he's going to try keeping next.

Rosaline's POV I ran the brush through my newly dyed hair , the former black roots that had been peeking out were all gone Bopping my head to ‘Soda Pop by Saja Boys’ in the movie ‘kpop demon hunters’. I left my newly cut hair to cascade all over my shoulders.

JOSH POV I check my appearance in the hotel’s floor length mirror one last time. I just had a haircut in preparation for tonight’s date… hopeful date, anyway. I have it styled short on the sides and back with a little longer on top. Several of the guys on the team say it is a soft, modified version of a high and tight and I can’t disagree. I don’t like my hair long. Never have. It makes my helmet sit weird if it’s too long. That’s a distraction on the field that I don’t need. So, I’ve set a haircut schedule to every three weeks and that seems to be the perfect interval to keep it manageable.

Perez, the manager of The Barb greeted him the moment they entered. A year ago, he told himself he’ll grow his hair long and never chop it until he moves on but right now, he had the desire to cut it short. “I would like to cut my hair to my usual clean cut, Sir,” he uttered and touched the strands of his hair. “Me too, I want to cut this one. I want the one which I could form into a brush up!” Casimir sat on one of the swivel chairs just in front of a large mirror.

The color is amazing. One hair stylist takes over my hair to start the blow out process while the original one gets to work on cutting Scarlett's hair. As we finish they bring over a few options of hair products and I get to pick out the scent that I like the best. One of the products is a sugar scrub for my hair. There is shampoo, conditioner and another product as well. Scarlett walks over after I make my decisions and I see that she has the pixie hair cut that I was originally thinking about but much shorter than I had wanted. It looks amazing on her.