Deion tried to think of something to say, to warn Dave of the other upcoming changes that he would be going through, but by the time he got up the nerve, Dave was leaving the restroom. Sighing, Deion simply went to the sink and washed his hands. It was only when he checked the time that Deion realized he was about to be late to class.
For the rest of the day, Deion tried to think of something to say to Dave, but everything ended up making Deion look like he was mad, so Deion decided to wait until Dave had changed more. Another let down had been his meet up with Kayla. After just five minutes, she had become so flustered, she had quickly left.
With these troubles, Deion found himself in the weight room, throwing everything into his routine. Working each and every muscle group to the max, just trying to take his mind off or his worries. That was where Savannah, one of the black cheerleaders, found him, even after the rest of the team had left for the day.
“What are you still doing here?” Savannah demanded, ignoring the chocolate muscles the Deion was displaying by not wearing a shirt.
“Working out. What’s it look like?”
Tsking at his reply, Savannah ordered Deion to sit down.
“Why?”
“Because that afro will not do?”
“Okay…” Deion said, sitting down, but making sure to grab some dumbbells so he could work his arms while Savannah did whatever she planed to do.
Sitting behind his back, Savannah went to work on Deion’s hair, quickly changing it from an afro to a series of thin cornrows. Starting in the front, numerous rows flowed back over his scalp. When she had finished, Savannah stated, “There, now you look like your ready for the game tomorrow.”
Not sure how to respond, Deion simply thanked her and the mentioned that he needed to head home. As Deion left, not bothering to take a shower, he did not notice Savannah bight her plump lower lip, enjoying the way the light reflected off of his sweaty muscles.
Upon arriving home, Deion headed to the bathroom and fully examined his new look. While he would have never considered ever wearing his hair in such and ‘ethnic’ fashion before, Deion could not help but appreciate the way the cornrows changed how he looked.