"Hey guys!" I said as I walked over to our table where Cory and Topanga were already sitting. "Where's Shawn?"

"He's with Jenna McCormick." Cory said as he ate his nachos.

It kinda stung knowing that Shawn and I just had a moment at the ice rink a week ago and he's still been flying through girls like they're toothpicks. I know Shawn doesn't like me and I can't expect much, but lately it feels like he's been more girl crazy then ever.

"Whatever, I wanted to run an idea by you guys."

"The floor is yours." Topanga said with a smile.

"Well, right now with everything that was going on with Derek and my mom just being a hard ass, I want, no, I need a change."

"What kinda change?" Cory raised his eyebrow in curiosity.

"I was thinking of dying my hair."

Cory stood up and grabbed his food tray. "Sorry hair stuff falls under the girl talk category. And quite frankly, after the 6th grade hair straightening incident, talking about hair makes me a little anxious."

"I said I was sorry about that and I cut my hair for you!"

"Don't matter. It was still a very traumatic experience for me so i'm gonna go interrupt Shawn's make out session because I want attention. Just do whatever Topanga says." He waved his hand in the direction of his girlfriend and walked off.

"What a baby." I say as I lean back in my seat.

"Yeah, but he's my baby." We laugh a bit and get back to the conversation at hand. "So what color are you thinking of dying your hair?"

"Well I don't want to do my whole head, but I was thinking red stripes."

"That would look so good on you. And with your dark brown hair it would balance out the red perfectly."

"So....will you go with me after school to get it done? I already talked to my dad and he doesn't really care what I do with my hair as long as I don't come back with a rainbow mohawk."

"Of course I will!"

"Great! I miss hanging out with just us. We haven't done it in a while."

"Yeah you've been hanging out with Shawn a lot. What's that about?"

Shit. Does she know I have feelings for Shawn? Am I making it too obvious?

"What do you mean?" I thought playing dumb might throw her off.

"I mean, I know you guys are close but you've just been spending a lot of alone time together recently and I wanted to know if anything changed?"

Shit.

"Anything being?" I continued to play dumb, hoping she would drop this eventually.

"I don't know, anything like your feelings?"

SHIT!

I faked a confused face and she just giggled. "Never mind, forget I said anything."

I let out a sigh of relief.

Just as Topanga was about to speak up we saw Derek sprint through the cafeteria.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked.

I smirked. "Last week, word got around to Harley Keiner that Derek and I broke up. And for whatever reason, Harley has been waiting to torture him since he laid eyes on him. He said something about his "extremely punchable face." But anyway, Harley asked me if he had permission to, how did he put it? "Rain down the fists of pain" on him. And since Derek had the nerve to yell at me at work about two weeks back, I figured why the hell not? I mean, I tried to be the civil ex girlfriend, but Derek just wasn't letting it slide so I let Harley at him. Now Harley is giving Derek about 2 years worth of the torture he missed out on because Derek was with me."

Topanga's jaw dropped and she chuckled slightly. "You're so bad."

"Ah, but then why do I feel so good?" Topanga and I smiled at each other and two seconds later Harley, Joey, and Frankie come bursting through the doors.

"Where's the boy?" Harley barks.

Everyone in the cafeteria pointed in the direction where Derek ran including me and Topanga.

Harley walked toward the direction everyone pointed but he stopped right next to my table and turned to face me.

"Thanks for the fresh meat Carrillo, I needed the change." We smiled at each other and gave did a quick little fist bump handshake.

"No problem Keiner. Now go have it."

"I will." He snapped and pointed forward insinuating that Joey and Frankie follow him and they took off.

I looked back over to Topanga to see her eyes open so wide that they could've popped out of her head.

"Since when are you Harley Keiner buddies?!"

"Since he took my request to take Derek's clothes and make him put on a cheerleaders uniform from the lost and found." I went into my bag to show her. "Look, he gave me a polaroid."

I handed her the photo and we both laughed until Corey and Shawn came back.

"I can't believe you tapped her on the shoulder in the middle of my make out session and asked if you could cut in!"

"Well I wouldn't have had to if you would've stopped when I tapped your shoulder!"

Shawn rolled his eyes as Cory smiled.They both however quickly turned their attention to the polaroid Topanga was holding and they laughed.

"Can we frame this?" Shawn asked.

"Took the words right outta my mouth Hunter."

"What do you want sweetie?" The hairdresser asked as she sat me down in one of her chairs.

"Can I just get some red stripes in the underneath layers of my hair?"

"Sure sweetie." I noticed she sounded like a New Yorker with her accent. "Let's go to the other room so I can shampoo your hair."

"Okay." I turned to Topanga and we both smiled excitedly at each other.

After the lady washed and conditioned my hair, she began putting the bleach in. And let me just say, that shit STANK! But I put up with it because I wanted my hair to look nice and I trusted that she knew what she was doing.

About a half hour later she washed the bleach out and began putting the dye in. Which set for about 45 minutes and she once again washed it out.

Once she was done with blow drying my hair I was scared to look at the final result.

"Are you ready to see how it turned out?"

"I'm nervous, but let's see it."

"1, 2, 3!" She spun me around on the hairdressing chair and Topanga and I both smiled at the sight of my new hair.

"I can't believe it, it looks amazing!" I ran my fingers through my hair to feel it.

"Cristina it looks great!" Topanga said as she touched my hair and felt how soft it was.

I turned to the hairdresser and looked at her name tag. It read 'Savannah.'

"Thank you Savannah, you did an amazing job."

"No problem sweet face, now let's ring you up."

We went to the register and I paid her a little extra for doing such a good job. Topanga and I left the salon and headed back to my house.

I loved my new hair.