~Joan~
The journey back to New York was one of the most awkward ones I'd ever experienced.
Rhoda sat close to me the whole time, glued to her phone. Across from us were Aaron and his girlfriend, and I could feel Aaron’s eyes shooting daggers at both my hair and Rhoda’s.
Knowing it annoyed him made me want to keep the new color even more. And yes, I would. The man had no say in my life.
For a moment, a small, ridiculous part of me wondered if I should change it back, just to stop his glaring for once. But the louder, stronger part of me? He could screw himself for all I cared.
Eventually, I distracted myself with my laptop, my fingers flying across the keyboard as words began spilling out.
We arrived in New York late that night. Everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate way
