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She punched him again. "Not true."
"Wylds, your brother jumped off stage during a concert to kissyourfriend. That was practically how he came out to the world. And you... you’re macking on the English teacher."
"Don't say macking."
"Whatever, it's true. You Andersons are a daring lot."
"You're not judging me." She looked up at him. "Why aren't you judging me?"
"Seems you've already judged yourself enough. How about I just help you with your hair?"
Biting her lip, she smiled. "Yeah, okay."
“I’m just going to Google how to brush out dreads before I try anything.” Killian whipped his phone out. He took his time carefully combing out the ends of each remaining clump of hair, and when he was done, he went to work with the scissors, refusing to let her watch in the mirror.
"You're magic." Wylder touched the smooth blonde ends of the pixie cut she never imagined would look good on her.
Killian leaned over her shoulder and grinned in the mirror. "You did the hard part."
The hardest work was still ahead.
Wylder no longer trusted herself around Sebastian. So she had to stay away.
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“I can’t believe you’re still eating.” Logan groaned as he lay back on Wylder’s bed, patting his full stomach.
“Whatever, I like food.” Wylder shrugged. They were supposed to be working on their project, but neither of them were motivated tonight.
“Where do you put it?” Logan sounded impressed. “You’re this tiny girl, and you eat more than the hockey team. Plus, you’re super lazy.”
“Hey, I resemble that.”
“Where did you even get ice cream?” Logan rolled over onto his side.
“The dining hall.” Wylder smacked her lips, licking the mint chocolate chip ice cream from the end of her spoon.
“You’re not supposed to take food out of there.”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t look in our kitchen cabinets. Half of what’s in there came from the dining hall.”
“I’m so full.” Logan groaned again.
“I told you not to get into a wing eating contest with me and Killer.” She scraped the bottom of her cup, trying not to think about the last time she ate hot wings. Logan’s performance was even worse than Sebastian’s had been over the summer.
“I’ll remember that next time.” He propped up on his elbow and looked at her.
“What?” She wiped her face. “Do I still have wing sauce everywhere?”
“No, I just can’t get used to your new hair.”
Wylder reached up to smooth a hand over the shaved sides. It was longer on top and in the back, with messy waves and spikes she wasn’t used to yet. If professional hockey didn’t work out for Killian, he definitely had a career as a hairdresser to fall back on.
“It suits you.” Logan couldn’t seem to stop staring at her.
“I kind of miss my cool hair, but it feels nice.” She ran her fingers through it.
“It’s purple, Wylder. You still have cool hair.”
