When Zarek Black asked Evangeline West to the Spring Ball, he thought it was as easy as seducing a clueless teen.

In fact, that was exactly what he thought it was; luring a gullible, insecure girl into his nest. But -just as he thought that he wouldn't lose his Mustang- Zarek was mistaken.

It was nighttime; Zarek's favorite part of the day. It may sound sentimental and emotional as hell, but Zarek found peace and comfort in the dark. When the sun went down, all the good people would be at home and only bad guys like him would roam the streets. When he was among who were like him, he felt carefree. No one would judge him or recognize him under his hood.

Zarek checked the garage. His father's Jaguar wasn't there. Zarek figured his dad went with Charlize to a Movie Premiere or some other fake event where people dressed up and acted as if they liked each other, striking a pose everytime a camera pointed at them.

It was safe for him to get out of that glass house. Although the glass was bulletproof, Zarek felt like it would shatter over his head everytime he stepped in. The glass was see-through and transparent, making Zarek feel self-conscious and exposed. Even though, it came in handy whenever he stole a glimpse at his stepmother's lingerie.

Zarek Black had a destination in mind: On Fleek; the most popular and professional hair salon in the area. Zarek only went there because it was literally down the street from his house. Zarek wanted to trim his blond hair because in a few days it would grow long enough to cover his electric green eyes, and not because someone told him to.

On his way, Zarek bumped into two figures; one muscly and the other tall. In normal days, he would have hissed a few curse words and continued on his way, but the muscly figure held Zarek's arm and turned it, making his body twist along with it.

Zarek didn't hiss, not even when the muscly figure kicked his feet, making Zarek lose his balance and slam on the ground face first.

"Give us your money, rich kid." one of them demanded, his voice thick and deep. He held a cold metallic edge on Zarek's neck.

Zarek smirked - those two guys had no idea who they were messing with. He slipped his foot between the muscly's own -the one holding a possible knife- and pulled it, stumbling the guy backwards. At the same time, Zarek's hand grapped the foot of the other one and yanked it, tripping him too.

In a second, Zarek was on his feet. He went for the muscly one who pulled a knife on him, ready to make him pay. However, the muscly one held out his hands in the air, one of which holding a silver iPhone - not a knife. Zarek's electric green eyes shifted to the tall one, and it all clicked.

Zarek ran his hand over his face. "What the actual fuck, Hunter?"

Hunter's grey eyes were mischievous as he grinned at Zarek. "Take it easy, man," He stood up with no effort due to his athletic body and helped Justin up, who was still wincing in pain from the fall.

"That was not cool." Justin said, barely keeping himself balanced, "Why did you have to knock me off like that? I didn't do or say anything,"

"That's because you're a pussy." Zarek spat. He patted the dirt off his black hoodie. "What are you doing here anyways?"

Hunter threw his arm over Justin's shoulder. "This guy right here," Hunter's grey eyes shone with mischief as he ruffled Justin's curly hair. "Dragged me all the way here, where the snobby people live, to videotape him and his girlfriend fucking."

Zarek held a blond brow up, eyeing Justin. Zarek was slightly impressed that a wannabe like Justin scored himself a curvy, big chested girl like Trudy in the first place. But for him to convince her to shoot their own sex tape? Now that's dope.

Hunter laughed, ruffling Justin's hair into a tangled mess. "Just kidding. He made me come here to taste the chocolate for him, so he could surprise Trudy with it."

That made more sense. Zarek thought that Justin was suffocating Trudy with his presence and that he seriously needed to give her space. Not that Zarek cared anyways.

"Oh god!" Justin tugged at Hunter's arm but failed to get himself loose. "Let me go. You ruined my hair."

Hunter cringed, pushing Justin away and almost taking his balance. "Stop saying shit like that, man, you sound like a girl."

Hunter was an advanced player. While Zarek would be an asshole and straightforward with what he wanted, Hunter got it all right; acting like a gentleman and lying and manipulating the girls with his fake charm.

In a way, Hunter was worse.

"This is cute." Zarek spat, "But I gotta go."

Hunter frowned. "Where to? We can come with you."

"What about my surprise?" Justin inquired.

"It can wait." Hunter shrugged.

And that was how Zarek Black, Hunter Adams and Justin Harvard ended up sitting next to each other on three chairs, facing a huge mirror. Two girls were handling Zarek and Hunter's hair while Justin got the male hairdresser.

The blue haired girl, with big lips that were covored in black lipstick and a heavy red eyeliner, was working on Zarek's head. The big, fake choker, that she wore over her black turtleneck, had diamonds hanging off which would jingle whenever she took a glance towards Zarek. She blushed everytime he caught her looking at him, averting her red colored eyes.

Zarek would have probably gave her a chance, considering her jiggling chest, But she was too alternative for him.

He glanced at Hunter. The hairdresser, Amber, was not the least bit interested in him. Granted, she was either a lesbian, or asexual. Even though, Hunter was smiling at the hairdresser, ignoring the fact that she was not hot or cute. Zarek couldn't tell if Hunter was giving his attention to that girl because he wanted to make her feel good about herself, or if he stepped that low only because he was bored.

Most likely the latter.

Justin was oblivious to the guy ogling his eyes on him. The hairdresser ran his delicate fingers through Justin's curly hair and bit his lip. "What a fine hair you have." the man purred in Justin's ear.

"Thanks." Justin grinned.

"So," Hunter sent a flirtatious wink at the brown haired girl that, despite her being a hairdresser, her hair condition was just sad. "What's with the bet? Any progress?"

"Wait, what?" Justin chimed in, "There's a bet? What's it about?"

"None of your business." Hunter glanced at Zarek knowingly. "Update me, man."

Lieing and rotating around the truth weren't Zarek's ways. So, Zarek shrugged. "She friendzoned me."

Justin laughed so hard, his nose crunching up. Zarek wanted to do him a favor and make his nose look crunched up permanently. However, that might require some bleeding.

"The friendzone?" Justin exasperated, stealing a glance toward Zarek in the big mirror, "Pity."

Indeed. The friendzone was a new territory for Zarek. He never friendzoned a girl before in his life. He might have picked her up, played her, and then threw her like his used cigarettes on the ground, after stepping on her multiple times of course. But never the friendzone.

If this was Karma getting back at him, then Karma was cheating.

Hunter froze for a second, his grey eyes widened. He shook his head, knotting his black eyebrows. "But... How?"

Exactly, Zarek thought, How?

He was so sure of his plan. He overwhelmed her with empty promises and an intense gaze, he manipulated her with his softness and niceness -a method he learned from Hunter- not to mention, he waited for her there for thirty fucking minutes.

So how the fuck did he get friendzoned?

Zarek was acting cool about it. He shrugged his shoulders, focusing his attention on the blue-haired's boobs. "It doesn't matter, she didn't reject me yet." he told Hunter, sending him a sharp glare, "The bet is still on."

Justin was still laughing at Zarek's misery. "You shouldn't have overwhelmed her." Justin said as if he was the lady expert.

"Look who's talking." Zarek scoffed. He noticed the gay hairdresser looking dreamily at Justin, probably fantasizing about screwing him.

Justin grinned, his big eyes glistening. "But I'm the one with the actual girlfriend."

Zarek heard the hairdresser's silent pout at the news that Justin was taken. With a scowl, the gay hairdresser, with the tag name Steve, continued cutting Justin's hair with more force. Zarek snickered.

He focused his attention back on the blue haired girl - Tiffany. He tried to make himself interested in her, but he couldn't get excited over her when his mind kept drifting back to Evangeline.

Evangeline surprised him once again, reminding him that she was taking the lead. She proved herself to be ignorant; not oblivious, a challenge, and definitely not easy.

And that turned him on.

Evangeline put herself first, and not Zarek's desires. She did a brutal job at blowing him off, and that on Zarek had the effect of a real blowjob. She bruised his ego with her selfishness, and that made Zarek want to take her right there and then. He wanted to have her so bad that it hurt.

Zarek felt like Evangeline was his ultimate goal; never to be achieved or touched. She was his biggest project to invest his time on, and all though she had been delayed, due to other distractions, she always stayed in the back of his mind.

Now that he finally decided to challenge himself, he got friendzoned. And he was ineptly aroused by it.

The idea excited Zarek. He cautiously glanced down at his crotch and cursed. He was getting a boner just thinking about it.

Tiffany bend down, her tits jiggling with her. "I see you're in distress." Her red eyes glanced at his boner. "How about I relieve you of it? A BJ in the bathroom?"

Zarek's eyes widened in horror for just a second - She was a man. Suddenly, he was glad he couldn't get himself turned on by her because that would have been weird. He thought the place should be called Homo Hair or something.

Zarek composed himself into a cool smirk. "Just do my hair, man."

Tiffany sent him a flirtatious smirk before she straightened herself. "As you like."

What will Zarek do next to win over Evangeline?