Blues

32. Dangerous Blues

'Words keep on crawling from under the rug

Who knew that love was a dangerous drug?'

Dangerous Blues by The Young Veins  

"Bad idea." I assert to Alexa when I see her in the restroom, fluffing her hair as she looks back at the newfangled version of herself. She gives me a disconfitted look, my words rendering her speechless. "The hair, I mean." I nod to her freshly-dyed blonde hair. The ends are tinctured with shades of bubblegum pink, and even though it's not her original hair color, it suits her, mingling well with her hazel eyes.

He hands fly to touch her hair, her delighted expression unstrung by my words. "Does it look bad on me?" She asks, swerving to look at herself in the mirror.

I frantically shake my head. "Of course not! It looks gorgeous, if you ask me." I clarify, smiling reassuringly at her horrified mien, and she sighs in relief. "The purpose behind it is too obvious, though."

Her countenance contorts once more into an uneasy look. "What do you mean?"

I shrug, looking at her in the mirror. "Trent."

Her eyes widen, looking taken aback, before she catches herself, scratching her chin. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Seriously, Alexa? Be original, please.

"It's obvious that you did it to attract his attention, since he likes blondes. You don't need to deny it, it's​ already bright as the sun." I facilely proclaim, watching the panic on her face as it miserably spirals.

"Is it that obvious? Do you think he knows?" She asks, her mouth wide open.

"Er- If he had his speculations before, I'm sure they're confirmed by now." I give her a thin, ruthful smile, remembering how Trent's face contorted with uneasiness upon seeing her new look.

"Shit shit shit! What am I going to do now?" She exclaims, her palms flat on her red cheeks.

"I don't-" I start to tell her that I have no clue, before I stop, my lips spreading into a stealthy smile once an idea biases me against my normal, senescent outlook, prompting me toward a burrow where only wrong thoughts lay. "Actually, I think I have an idea."

Her eyes lighten up, an auspicious expression flaunting across her visage. "Really?"

I nod, my head invaded by many thoughts at once. "How many friends do you actually have, aside from your brother's?"

She frowns. "Why?"

I cross my arms, a nefarious smile taking over my face. "Because it's time you got yourself a separate life."

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Did you know that ancient Egyptians believed that emerald stood for rebirth and recuperation? Yes they did, and I kind of accredit that conjecture. The first time I entered Emerald, I thought I was reborn. The lively music and the sparkly ambience were everything my life lacked back then, but now I consider myself someone who runs a crazy life, hence why I shouldn't feel the same rush of excitement I felt the first time I stepped a foot into this place.

But I do, feeling a turbulent haste of ardor as I walk in, with Alexa by my side. I have to admit that my outfit has a vital role in how I feel. The black, lace, romper dress I'm wearing isn't covering much, and the material is kinda itchy against my skin. It's the first time I wear it, and I can tell that it will be the last time. Even though I've always been a fast walker, it feels like I'm dragging my feet in the cutout heels I'm wearing, a contrast to the swift way Alexa is proficiently strutting in her stilettos.