Twilight

"Kitzia, you will be washing Bill Kaulitz and Miss Cindy's hair for Lucy and Kat." She motioned to my victims, I mean clients.

"Right." I nodded. "Follow me."

"But I don't wanna go with her." I heard her whisper behind my back.

"Sit down." I motioned to them as they stared at me with wide eyes. "Ladies first." I grinned and wrapped a towel behind Cindy's hair and actually gently laid her back. Then I did the same for Bill, only I averted his eyes so I wouldn't blush.

With a big sigh, I pulled my hair back with just my bangs out and a few stands on the sides out. Turning on the water made the girl jump and me chuckle. "I'm not going to kill you, jeez. Get over yourself." I rolled my eyes as I washed her hair and I was right. "Dude, waaaay too many extentions. Kind of like a wig added onto your hair."

"Told you, Cindy." Bill stiffened a laugh.

"Shut it Bill." She said through clenched teeth and a glare from the corner of her eyes.

After she was done, I rang her hair and walked her off to Lucy's station. It confused me when she winked at me with a wicked smile and then quickly turned back to normal as she faced her client through the mirror.

"Weird." I mumbled as I turned on the water and washed Bill's really soft hair. "Really soft hair for someone who damages it so much with all of the dyes."

"Danke." He smiled up at me. "What was your name again?"

"Kitzia." I said slowly as I shampooed it.

"Keet-z-ah?" He said slowly and I nodded as I rinsed it off. "Pretty name."

"Danke," I nodded.

"You speak German?" He moved his head and got wet a little.

"No. Don't move your head." I said as I readjusted his head gently. "You are going to get wet and my ass fired."

"Sorry." He gave me a shy look.

"Oh mein gott. Chill, dude." I told him as I added the conditioner.

"Just words, huh." He said. "What can you speak fluently?"

"English and Spanish." I ran my nails across his scalp making sure it was all gone so Stacy wouldn't kill me like last time. "With bits and pieces of many others."

"I speak English, German and French." He stuck his pierced tongue out at me.

I gasped in jealousy. "Gott, I hate you."

"Why?" His face pouted.

"I want to get pierced so bad!" I whined as I turned off the water.

"Get pierced then." He said.

"Can't."

"Why not?" He asked as I rang his hair.

"One, my mother would kill me. Two," I wrapped a towel around his hair. "I can't afford to get one."

"They can't be that expensive." He said as he stood up with the towel turban.

"Most of my money goes to my mom. I barely have any left for me." I sighed. "Come on, Kat is waiting for you."

"Ohh." He nodded and followed me.

"Baby," Kat said in her Korean voice. "I got you green and white."

"Do your guy first and then me later." I told her as I sat on the couches. "I have to finish some homework."

"I don't mind. " Bill cut in. "Really. I don't mind. I'm still figuring out what I want."

"Umm. Okay." I nodded and let Kat work her magic quickly as she swatted on the dye quickly, Bill watching me the entire time.

"No te pongas roja. (Don't turn red)" Lucy chuckled.

"¡Aye, no me digas (Aye, don't tell me!)" I groaned.

"Kitzia, restock the towels. " Stacy called out from the message rooms.

"Alright." I called out.

"There, finished." Kat grinned. "Go do work and study. I call you when ready."

"Ok, Kat." I nodded and took the empty dye bowls to the back room.

After I washed them and put them back where they went, I rushed to restock the towels. Throwing the dirty, used towels in the washer, I took out the dried, cleans ones out so I could put the wet ones in. I sang softly to myself as I folded all he towels and bibs.

"Kitzia! Take out the trash!" Stacy shouted.

"Fucking BITCH!" I growled under my breath as I left the room and passed the people to get all the trash.

"Just a bit more, mi'ja." Lucy said with sympathetic looks as I grabbed the trash from the front desk sluts.

"Fucking crap sickles!" I grunted as I threw the four heavy bags up into the dumpster. "Where is Dwight when you need him?"

"Kitzia!" Stacy shouted again.

I couldn't help but punch the damn disgusting dumpster. "Mother of pearl!" I moaned as I held my hand.

"Yes?" I said pained as I held my hand in the other.

"What happened to you hand?" Stacy asked as she saw my hands.

"Hit the dumpster in the dark." I chuckled, at least she bought it.

"Here." She handed me an envelope and walked off. "You may leave when you are done cleaning up the hairs from our two clients."

"Yes, Stacy." I said as I tucked my paycheck into my pocket. "Ow." I caressed my hand closed to me.

"Kitzia, ¿Qué te paso?" (What happened to you?) Lucy asked as I passed her by and sat on an empty chair.

"I punched to dumpster." I whined. "Fucking dumpster."

"Why you hit it?" Kat asked in her long lost Korea voice that she always used on me. Only me.

I just stared at her until she got the memo.

"Don't hit stuff. You break hand."

"Is it broken?" Bill asked as he faced me while Kat snipped away at a few strands.

"I don't know." I sighed as I saw it was getting that gray color before something bruises. "I can't open it, " I tried to open it but no use. "Yeah, I broke it."

"You broke it???!!!!" Lucy shouted in fear.

"I think so." I winced as I tried to open my hand once again. " At least my knuckles, my fingers are still moving."

"Oh my god." Kat and Lucy said together.

"Don't worry," I tried to reassure them.

"You should go to the hospital to make sure." Bill said with concerned eyes.

"Nah." I shook my head. "I'm fine."

"I'm calling your dad right now." Lucy stopped cutting her hair and get cell out.

"No Luc," I stood up in protest. "I'm fine. Really. I'm probably over exaggerating. It is probably just badly bruised."

"Bruised, my ass." She said and dialed. "Look at it."

"Fuck." I huffed. This was the last thing my mother needed, a huge ass hospital bill to add on. FUCK! I'm such an idiot!

"I'll take you." Bill suddenly said, bringing all of our attention to him.

"No, thanks though." I smiled at him, receiving one back.

"Your dad is on his way." Lucy brought me back. "He is going to take you to the hospital."

"Lucy!" I whined.

"No butts. You are going, period." Kat and Lucy said at the same time.

I sat there waiting for a few minutes with my backpack on the ground next to me. Bill and I kept the small talk going, Cindy glaring at me the entire time. A honk outside told me he was there. My dad walked in once he got a call from Lucy. My dad is a dark man with dark eyes that commanded attention, not mine but yeah. He was taller than me, standing at a tall broad 5'11. As soon as he saw me, he played the concerned father key. He must be in a good mood.

"She might have broken her hand." Lucy said as she finished the cutting.

"What did you do?" He turned to me in his think accent.

"Punched a dumpster." I said looking at him in the eyes.

"Why?"

"La dueña. (The owner)" I mumbled.

"Aye ya. Vamos. (Let's go.)" He sighed as he grabbed my bag. "Adios, amor. (Bye, love)." And he left the building like that.

With a big sigh, I got up and received a hug from both Kat and Lucy.

"Tell me how it goes." Bill called out just as I made it passed the door.

"I don't have your number!" I shouted.

"I'll give it!" Kat and Lucy shouted at the same time.

I couldn't help but laugh with him at these two....