it was a random Tuesday evening. You had finished school and bc you're just a girl after you took a shower you cut your ends, as they were kinda splitted. You knew nobody would notice as you were always the friend that noticed every little detail, but weren't very noticed.

the next day you walk through the schools halls as you stop at your friends locker to talk to her. (Emma)

you had a strong feeling a pair of eyes were following you but you ignored it. When you got to your locker you started to grab your books

then a cold voice was heard behind you

"You cut your hair"

it wasn't a question, but nor a affirmation, it was in between

you turned around to see Erik, your enemy

"Yeah...so?"

you tried to act nonchalant, even tho thoughts were running through your head. 'How did he knew?' or 'Did I cut too much and its that visible'

he shrugged his shoulders

"I liked it better long, but it looks good tho..."

he said like he didn't give a damn about it- wait! HE LIKED YOUR HAIR?!

Why were there a bit of butterflies in your stomach?!

also did I mention he had a motorcycle?!!?