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It was 7:50 in the morning, sitting around in class and chatting has become a daily routine in between lessons. My high school is strict; we have to be in class by 7:15, but lessons only starts at 8. Plus, I have to wear this uniform which consists of a white shirt with and black pants. For the girls, it’s a white shirt with black skirt, which they love to alter to be shorter than it should be. If I can see pretty girls with short skirts every day, I don’t mind wearing my boring uniform.

  The desks were arranged in neat rows, with spacing in between each. In front of me was Nicole, she was my close friend. I’ve known her since the start of high school. Though she gets angry easily, she was really interesting to be with.

“Hey Peter, I told you to skip school with me yesterday! Why did you have to be a good boy and come to school? I went to the mall on my own yesterday and was hoping you would come." Nicole turned her body to face me from her desk.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go out with you, but there’s a test in a few days." I said.

“There’s still time, it is a few days away, not today. I was lonely by myself." Nicole looked at me as if it was my fault that she skipped school without me. Her dark eyes shone with the reflection from the window, with her chin length bangs framing it.

“I’m sorry. Let go somewhere together after the math test is done, okay?"

“You better keep your promise." She pouted. Her soft lips pushed out to show the light pink lipstick she wore.

“Yesterday, there was this annoying guy at the mall. He kept following me around and asking me to fill in some survey. I politely declined at first, but he was persistent. I gave up and filled up his stupid survey form. After filling up the first page, I gave it back to him. He gave it back and said that the survey was 10 pages long, and I had to finish it. So, I tore up his survey and threw it at him." Nicole continued.

“Serve him right." I replied.

  Nicole swiftly turned her back to me to talk to the girl in front of her. Sometimes, I feel that I’m not interesting enough for her. Long black silk was thrown back, resting at the side of her bottom. Nicole’s hair was really long. If she wasn’t careful, she could have sat on her own hair. She usually sweeps her tresses to one side, streaming down the base of the chair. How could she keep such long hair and still get it to be so beautiful. I loved to admire her hair from my great position behind her. Sometimes, she ties it in a ponytail, sometimes two and at other times free to fly around. Whatever it was, it shone with the light in the classroom and moved like the wind.

  Nicole stood up to adjust her hair.

“Ouch! Damn it!" Nicole exclaimed.

  She was only halfway up when her hair got stuck at the gap at the side of the chair. Bending to one side, her hair restrained her to her place.

“Argh! It’s stuck!"

  This is not the first time this happened, so I casually help to dislodge her hair from its snare. Though I acted like it was a bother, I had an excuse to feel her soft locks in my hand. Sometimes I put my face close to it to take a whiff of it, pretending to have a closer look on how to free her hair.

“This stupid hair keeps giving me trouble by getting stuck in unexpected places. I hate it."

“Why don’t you cut it shorter then?"

“No way, I like it the way it is."

“If you cut it shorter, it would be less of a hassle. Plus short hair can look great too."

“Hmm…"

“You had been growing it out for a long time, maybe you should change your style. Like cut it all the way to chin length. It will look really good on you."

“I told you there’s no way I’m cutting my hair. A trim is fine, but I don’t want it cut that short."

“Girls do not necessarily look better with long hair; some of them look even prettier with short hair."

“I think long hair suits me better." With that she stroked her hair and tied it up to a ponytail.

  The bell rang and the teacher came in.

“Everyone settle down, we are going to start our lesson now." He said.

  It took a while for us to quiet down.

“Okay. Since I would not be around on Friday, I shift the test forward to today."

  Everyone was in an uproar. What’s the point of telling us to settle down if he was going to agitate us more?

“No! You can’t do that; I haven’t studied for it yet. You can’t just bring forward a test on such a short notice." Nicole retorted.

“Oh, by the way, why was someone at the mall when she was supposed to be in school."

“Um… Sir, we don’t have much time. Let’s start with the test. I’ll explain it to you later." Nicole replied.

“Fine. I’ll overlook it if you pass this test. Otherwise, you will be in for some of my extra lessons, plus detention."

“…"

  Although Nicole was smart, she was no match for the old fox.

“Don’t worry, the test is REALLY easy." He said.

“As if…" Nicole muttered to herself.

  If he said it was easy, it was easy for someone with a PHD, not us. If he said it was hard, we are all dead meat. That teacher was really cunning, knowing that Nicole would be in trouble if she fails, he would deliberately set a paper which would make her fail. Being away on Friday was just an excuse to spend some time with his family. Why can he go on leave as and when he like, but not us.

“You guys have 15 minutes to do it. Time starts now." Before even giving out the test papers he already had started the time. The he slowly strolled around to give out the papers, ending with Nicole.

The test started.

  For once, it really wasn’t hard. I was done in 10 minutes. I took a peek at Nicole’s answer. She had only answered two out of ten questions, and one was obviously wrong.

 “2 minutes left."

  Nicole pushed back the stray hair falling over her face and held her head with her hand.

  While the teacher was smarter than Nicole, maybe he was not as smart as me. With the teacher’s back facing us while he patrolled the other end of the class, I wrote all the answers on a rough paper. Then crumpled it up in a ball and threw it at Nicole.

  Nicole may not have good grades, but she was a quick thinker. She unfolded the paper with her guard on and copied the answers, then stuffed the paper into her bag. Then she held her head again, acting like she was deep in thought.

  That was how she survived the test.

  After school, Nicole left immediately and returned once everyone else was gone. I knew she was up to something so I waited for her.

“Take a look at this." She took out a bottle of whisky.

“For helping me during the test, I’ll treat you to something good."

  We drank and chatted all the way till the sun was about to set. With the bottle empty, we sat leaning on to each other. Nicole’s long hair was brushing against me. I instinctively moved my hand to stroke it. Though Nicole would usually nag at me for touching her hair, today she didn’t seem to mind.

“Peter, I owe you one. Is there anything I can do to repay you? I’ll let you do anything."

  I would have said I wanted sex, but that was too much. I fingered her soft hair in my hands and caressed her head. Nicole knew I liked to touch her hair, so she pulled her hair and draped it over my shoulder.

“Nicole, I really love the way your hair is. It’s long, black and silky. But I always wanted to see how you look like with short hair."

“If you want me to, I’ll get it cut tomorrow." She smiled.

“Huh? I thought you were against it."

“I was. However, I said I’ll let you do anything. So I’ll stick to it."

“I always wanted to cut a girl’s long hair short. Would you let me do the honors?"

“Anything’s fine."

  Nicole stood up abruptly and shook her head. Her tresses swinging left and right in a wave like pattern. It fell nice and neat till her ass. She pulled a chair and sat down in front of me with her back facing me. She accidently sat on her own hair in her excitement. Blushing she stood up, pull her hair to one side and sat down.

“I guess I won’t have to worry about that anymore."

  She turned the chair to one side so that the back of the chair would not be blocking my view. I fished around in my bag and took out a pair of ordinary scissors and placed it on the table. I held her head close to me and took in the fragrance of her hair. Using my hand, I straightened out her hair from crown to ends.

“Actually, I’m also curious about how I’ll look with short hair. Having grown my hair out for a few years, I’ve forgotten what it is like to have short hair."

“I’ll make sure you would not get to feel what having long hair is like once I’m done with you."

“Make sure you don’t chicken out and just cut a few inches. You don’t have to show my hair mercy, just cut it real short."

“Even if you didn’t say that, I would."

  After enjoying the last moments of her long silky hair, it’s time. Seeing how her bangs framed her face, ending at her chin, I decided on that length.

  I grabbed a handful of hair at the side of her head and stared sawing through it. Nicole waited expectantly. The sound of scissors cutting through fine silk echoed around the classroom. Thread by thread, long hair was being severed off near her chin. Finally hair flopped around Nicole’s flushed cheeks. The ends swept around her cheeks, while the long locks were now in my hands. I threw it up over us, letting it rain down all around.

“Feels like loads are taken off." She giggled. Her hand went to her face to ruffle the shorted hair.

“You look really cute like that, with short hair on one side and long on the other." I used my mobile phone to snap a picture of her.

  I went really close to her side to show her the picture. Instead of the long hair brushing against me, short tendrils tickle my face, with its familiar scent.

“Wow, should I keep my hair like that?"

“You will look way better soon."

  I moved to her back and stared snipping at the back of her head. Coils of long hair slowly fall off her head gilding down to the floor. A blunt bob was being formed out at neck level. Each cut seemed to grow louder in the lonely night. With each falling lock, hair piled up on the floor. Without hair obstructing her neck, it seemed more elegant. With the back shortened. I pushed my hands up her neck feeling her bare skin and cute little hair.

  Nicole now had a bob from the left to the back, with the hair still streaming down to her bottom on the right. I place the scissors on her cheeks and sliced through the survivors. The spirit of her hair was free of its restrains. They floated down form the head that had held it for so long. With the final cut Nicole’s long ass hair was gone. She shook her head to feel the weight of her hair.

“It feels like my hair has become lighter and moves around more easily now."

“I think your bangs have to go too."

“Alright."

  I pulled her bangs forward and stared cutting her hair right below her eyebrows. Then layer it to give it a feathery look. Following that I thinned out the back and sides. Now instead of a blunt bob, Nicole had her hair wispy at the ends. I arranged her hair a bit and her hair looked perfect.

  The hair at the sides puffed up to give a rounded look, the ends rested on her face gently and her bangs was swept slightly to one side right above her dark eyes. I took her picture and showed it to her. “Oh! Is that me?"

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