Finally letting out a sigh of worry, I quickly fluffed my hair and walked back to the table, where all the girls were smiling at each other in shit eating grins that I had been sporting just a few minutes ago. I had no idea what was going to eventually destroy my mane, but it was clear that the wheels had already been set in motion that would likely lead to its’ eventual destruction.
A month passed after the night of our arrangement, then two, then three, and yet somehow none of us had triggered any of the events that would cost us our hair. Since that fateful night myself, Mary, Nicole, and Jennifer were all somewhat on edge that we were going to screw up at any moment and lose our hair in the process. Already I had noticed that the other three were getting progressively closer to losing their manes, Mary had twice proposed crazy ideas that we should all go in on, but we didn’t agree so technically they didn’t count for the bet. Jenny had finally brought up the notion that she had been thinking about contact lenses, but had yet to go through with actually switching to them. Nicole was not only wearing her leather jacket less and less, but letting me borrow it from her more and more, something she never used t do a mere six months ago, and I was sure that in some way I was doing something that was bringing me closer and closer to shaving my head, but I had no idea what it could possibly be.
