ZOEY
Absent was the outspoken little brat who had comebacks, and was ready to give her professor s**t if he gave her s**t, and present was a girl who was ready to do whatever he wanted.
He ran his fingers through the strands of hair again, looking into her eyes.
"Do you like it?" Zoey asked him, swallowing a lump that formed in her throat.
When she had dyed the hair, she simply thought about what she wanted, but his opinion was all she wanted. She didn't care about how she loved it anymore.
"I'd say this is rather rebellious of you, Zoey." He critiqued, and the smile Zoey's lips curved into didn't go unnoticed.
"Prior to this, I'm very certain your blonde hair had never gotten close to hair dye."
"Never." Zoey shook her head. It was weird doing so in that position because all of the
