A Bad Hair Day
Coffee Break Tale
Georgia switched off her mobile and tossed it onto the bed. “I am definitely not going to ring Reece.” “Don’t blame you,” Megan retorted. “If my Harry called me a canary head and said my hair looked like custard…”
“And, I’m not going out with him again until he apologises.” Georgia scowled at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. “My hair’s not even that bad. OK, so it’s more yellow than golden blonde, but…”
Megan peered over Georgia’s shoulder into the mirror and gave her friend a hug. “It’ll grow out eventually. It’s not your fault the bottle was a year out of date.”
“But there was no warning on the label,” Megan pointed out. “Nothing to say your hair would go bright yellow.” “S’ppose not,” Georgia mumbled. While Georgia peered into the mirror, Megan took a ring box from the dressing table and opened it. “What are you going to do with your eternity ring?” She ran her fingers over the cubic zirconia stones. “Reece can have it back. I don’t want it.” Megan closed the box and picked up a bottle of glittery violet-coloured varnish. Holding it out to Georgia, she said, “Can I use some of this?”
Georgia shrugged. “Whatever. I won’t need it, will I?” She padded across the room and flung herself on the bed.
“I thought you were going to a party tonight?” Megan asked.
“It’s his brother’s eighteenth birthday party. I’m not going unless he says he’s sorry.” She switched on her phone. “See? He hasn’t even left a message.”
“You said you never wanted to speak to him again.”
“A voicemail isn’t speaking, is it?” Georgia shot back.
“Boyfriends!” Megan sneered. She painted one of her nails and held it up to examine it. “This will go with my T-shirt I’m wearing tonight. Harry’s taking me for a pizza. He got money when he helped his cousin mend his motorbike…”
“Reece is going to be so jealous when I dump him for someone else,” Georgia interrupted. “I mean, loads of guys in Year Eleven are dying to go out with me.”
Megan raised an eyebrow. “Like who?” “Callum.” “He’s going out with Beth.” “Brandon. He asked me out ages ago.” “Paige told me he fancies Ellie.” “That Paige is such a gossip. Anyway, she gets everything wrong.” Georgia checked her mobile again. “Reece hasn’t even sent me a text. Typical!” “Yeah. Typical.” Megan tutted. “I’ll die if he doesn’t call!” “He will.” Megan wafted her painted fingers in the air. “This colour is so me.”
“It’s a new shade.” Georgia glanced at her watch. “Nearly five o’clock!” she screeched. “We’re supposed to be at the party by eight. If he doesn’t ring soon I won’t have time to get ready.”
“All guys are inconsiderate.” Megan blew on her nails. “You could ring him.”
“No way.” Georgia glared at her friend. “Seriously Meg, do you think I should? I mean, he might have accidentally deleted my number or something.”
“You do need to know if the party’s still on, don’t you?”
“I’ll ring and ask about the party, all casual like.” She tapped in his number. “I can’t get through. He’s on his mobile.”
“He’s probably talking to one of his mates about football.”
“No.” Georgia shook her head. “He’ll be trying to ring me to say he’s sorry.” “Oh, that is so sweet.” “Yeah, he’s like that, my Reece.” Georgia dashed to the dressing table. She took the ring from its box and slipped it onto her finger. “I have to be wearing this when I talk to him.” She sighed dreamily. “If he doesn’t call back in a minute I’ll try ringing him again.” She stretched out her hand to admire the ring. “I knew we’d get back together. I always said we would, didn’t I?”