ROAD RAGE

Rachel ran her fingers through her thick brown hair, she studies the clock on the radio and silently curses realizing she was late. The traffic light turned green and she plastered her foot to the floor, she sped through the intersection, singing loudly to the song that was on the radio. For a moment she took her eye off the road and then before she knew it a black BMW pulled out in front of her, she slammed on her brakes, slapping the seat belt into action.

“FUCKER” she screams as the car continues on it's way She pushes hard down on the horn blasting the loud airhorn as much as she could.
“What an inconsiderate prick” she hisses pulling over into the other lane
“If I wasn't late already I tailgate your ass to wherever you're going” she mumbles to herself
Rachel was fuming, how could someone be so stupid to pull out in front of HER, God some people were so rude. “Probably some stupid old deaf, blind and stupid old man who shouldn't be allowed to drive a push bike” she remarks to herself flicking her indicator to turn left.

She pulls onto the other road still fuming at the 'rich barstad' - as she nicknamed him - in the Beamer (BMW). The car pulls to a halt outside the “Cutters” hair salon where Rachel worked, she reaches over to the passenger side and grabs her back still mumbling snarky remarks.

She walks through the double glass doors into the upmarket hair salon.
“Hey Rach” a voice says from behind the wooden desk
“Hey Belinda” she replies smiling at the short receptionist, with the wild brown and blond hair.
“Oh you look angry dah-ling” the eccentric male hairdresser remarks studding his friend
“You know what Gene, there are some really RUDE people out there, this penis in a dick car pulled out right in front of me”
“Is that why you're late?” Gene smiles, arranging the assortment of combs
“Don't start with me. Is Lacey here?”
“No the wench isn't here - Thank God!”
Lacey was the manager, and one big bitch, she ordered everyone around like they were stupid, when in the reality Lacey was the stupid one, Rachel hated her boss with a vengeance, but working with the eccentric gay hairdresser and the pop-obsessed receptionist made up for it - it was always fun.

The day moved quickly on, and slowly after washing about 6 peoples hair, Rachel was begging to forget about the 'rich barstad'.

“Hun, would you take my 1.30 appointment, I have to run” Gene pleads
“Where you going?”
“Private, but I really need to go”
“Gene, you're no fun, is it Jamie or Thomas?”
“Neither, I kicked then to the curb”
“You watch too much Ricki, look okay I'll take the appointment, but you owe me”
“Love you baby-doll”
“Yeah whatever”
Gene disappeared out the door, leaving Belinda and Rachel to manage the salon, Lacey had called in saying she wasn't going to come in today, which everyone was delighted about.
“What's his 1.30 appointment?”
“James MacLeon, dye. I swear I know that name” Belinda responds
“Oh lemme guess its one of those boy band dudes” Rachel laughs mockingly
“Are you mocking me?”
“No - well okay yes”
“Well in that case, I'm going for lunch, it's all yours” Belinda smirks picking up her bag
“You cant leave”
“Oh yes I can, tar tar, I'm off to buy, Superstars and TeenBeat”
“I'm taking down that picture of Nick Carter in the lunchroom” Rachel calls out as Belinda walks out the door
“That's okay I'm going to buy more”

* 10 MINUTES LATER *
Rachel slumps down onto the chair she was exhausted the phone had rung mad off the hook, which was so Murphy's Law.
“Wakey wakey” a male voice whispers from behind Rach
She sprung up to attention.
“Sorry didn't mean to startle you” the guy continues, lowering his shades slightly.
Rachel had to admit the guy was a babe, he had that rough, motorbiker dude look about him.
'Yeah he's a rouge moterbiker who was sent out of his little home town, because all the women wanted the chance to be near him, and the men were all jealous' Rachel plots to herself smiling at her own imagination.
“I'm here for the 1.30 appointment with Gene”
“God even his voice was perfect, sexy, sultry and captivating” she remarks to herself
“Hello?” He continues a little confused as to why she'd not said a thing.
“Oh yeah, Um - I'm taking that appointment” Rachel stutters, walking over to the appointment book.
“Mr. James MacLeon?”
“Actually it's McLean, but I'd prefer you call me AJ”
“Oh okay, sure, AJ”
“Even his names Biker like” she thinks
“So it was a blow - I mean DYE job right?”
Rachel could have died from embarrassment, she couldn't believe she said 'Blow', she prayed he didn't pick up on her mistake but by the shocked yet happy smile on his face - it was obvious he did.
“Um yeah, I was thinking of going a bright blue, what do ya think?”
“Blues good, if you just have a seat, I'll Um go get ready”
“Okay great”
AJ sat down on the black swivel chair. He watched as the sexy brunette walked away, she walked like a model switching her weight from one leg to another and swaying her hips, she had the perfect body too, skinny but curvy. He liked what he saw, how could he not?

* 5 MINUTES LATER *
Rachel emerged from the dye room, the blue hair dye in hand. She wraps the cover around him, closely admiring his tattoo's she'd always had a weakness for tattoo's.
“So I never caught your name”
“Rachel”
“Well Rachel, hope you've done this before?”
“Of course”

* 30 MINUTES LATER *
~Okay note: I have NO idea how long it takes so just bare with me~
“There all done” Rachel says stepping back to admire her good work
“Thanks, it looks great” AJ replies hoping off the chair
“So could we go out to lunch sometime?” he questions
Rachel was flattered and blushed a little.
“Um sure, okay, but not today I'm the only one here”
“Oh okay”

“I Have returned” Gene declares strutting into the salon
“Hey Gene” Rachel mumbles
“Someone else is here now, could I persuade you to join me for a drink?” AJ questions, trying not to laugh at Gene who was doing some sort of leg stretches
“Go honey be free” Gene remarks
“Okay then, sure” Rachel says finishes swiping AJ's Credit card.

They walk outside, Rachel stops dead, the car which he was walking up to, look so familiar, then she clicked.
“OH MI God it's was you!” she screams
“Excuse me?” “The Dick who cut in front of me this morning oh I want to kill you” she laughs
“Oh you're the chick with the really loud air horn”

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