Carter

'Ella Mason's going to be at that party,"
Jamie nudged Carter and grins,
suggestively,
and all I wanted to do was punch him in the face.
But I didn't,
obviously.

To my relief,
Carter shook his head.
"Nah mate, she's not my type."
This surprised me.
Ella Mason was blonde,
curvy,
and beautiful.
I thought that would be anybody's type.
Jamie seemed to agree with me,
he snorted.
"What is your type then?"

"I prefer brunettes to blonde,
and Ella's clingy -
I don't need that shit.
She needs to be clever,
but not too clever if you know what I mean."
I fingered a strand of my own blonde hair,
suddenly hating it.

The conversation continued like that for a while,
back and forth
back and forth,
whilst I hastily scribbled their words down,
onto pink notepad paper.
That piece of paper
from then on,
would my my guide.

And the first thing I did when school finished,
was to go and buy a box of chestnut hair dye.