The Hairdresser Diaries by Jessica Miller Read Free Book Online Page B

and headed out the door. Peyton hates waiting, she’s very impatient.
    When I got in the car I noticed right away we did not dress alike tonight—for once.
    I could tell she was not in the mood to look all glamorous. She was still feeling crappy from last night. She was just wearing shorts and a cute tank top. She did put a little effort into doing her hair and makeup though.
    “Where you wanna go tonight?” she asked.
    “Let’s just go to the peg spot until we figure out where we want to go.”
    “Sounds good to me.”
    The peg spot was our favorite little hole in the wall corner bar. That’s not it’s real name. We just call it that because one night when we were deciding where to go, Peyton text me saying the ‘peg’ spot when she meant to say the ‘reg’, as in regular spot. Like everything else it stuck and that was our name for it now.
    When we got to the bar there were maybe about five people inside. It wasn’t a big bar, there were a few tables in the back and a small rectangular bar in the center. They also had another small bar outside.
    We headed down the stairs to the outside bar where the bartender we knew was working tonight. There were a few more people outside. We found some open seats by the bar, sat down, and got comfy. It never did get too crowded here and that’s another reason we liked it. It was a good place to come with friends if you wanted to be out and just chill.
    Once we got settled in our seats we ordered our drinks. I ordered my normal beer, and Peyton ordered a soda. She was afraid to even attempt to drink any kind of alcohol. I asked her if she remembered anything from last night.
    “It’s kinda of a blur. What I do remember I’m trying to forget,” she said.
    “Eh, you weren’t that bad, I’ve seen worse,” I said trying not to laugh.
    “Thanks, I guess?” she said wearily.
    The bartender, Kyle, came over and started talking to Peyton. I got my phone out to check my messages. There was only one from Landon asking where I was at. I told him and he said he was going to the club tonight and to meet him over there. I let him know that that was probably what we’d end up doing.
    After my second beer I mustered up some courage to tell Peyton about Logan. I could tell Peyton anything. She didn’t judge for the fact that she knew her own relationships weren’t any better. I took a deep breath and told her everything that happened last night, from Logan suggesting about us being together, to not being able to stop thinking about Cole.
    “Wait, so let me get this straight. You and Logan are together now, openly?” she asked looking at me like I had something foreign growing out of my head.
    “Well kind of, I think, I don’t know.” I really didn’t know. I mean, we never finished talking about it. He was too busy taking off my clothes. Logan wasn’t very bright and he couldn’t do more than one thing at a time.
    “What do you mean you don’t know? Did you talk to him today?”
    I checked my phone again. I knew I had no messages, I would have heard my phone beep if I did, but I didn’t want to look at Peyton when I told her that no, I didn’t talk to him today. I didn’t even have to tell her, she already knew.
    “Look I know you don’t want to hear this, but, I think he’s playing you for a fool.” She didn’t say it harshly, but with a sincere look of concern in her eye.
    I didn’t want to believe she was right, but deep down a part of me knew she was.
    “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings I’m just trying to be honest. You need to forget about Logan and move on. That boy is nothing but bad news.”
    I didn’t say anything.
    Peyton, I guess, thought this would be the perfect opportunity to bring up Cole. “You know I don’t think it was a coincidence that you were thinking about Cole last night,” she said giving me a ‘you know what I mean’ look.
    “Ok, here we go. What are you talking about?” I said trying not to sound too