Cheryl's POV:
Now, cold droplets of water dripped down my hair as Zoe stood in the sunset, holding a hose and smirking arrogantly at me. She said the only reason I could ever catch Eric's attention was because my hair looked like hers.
She sneered with a smug expression. "Well, now that it's ruined, trust me, Eric won't even glance at you again."
I wiped the water from my face and shot her a cold smile. "Your hair is pathetic. Imagine using it as your only bargaining chip."
Her grin froze instantly, and she began yelling at me in frustration. Without a word, I walked toward her, glaring coldly, while stepping discreetly onto the hose.
Zoe and her little minions were still mocking my hair, oblivious to the danger that was brewing.
The hose under my foot started to swell, puffing up li
