School Blues - Ryan's Sticky Situation by Boi

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After my fun "incident" with Calvin, I was raring to go for more fun. That was honestly one of the funniest things I've ever seen, that old geezer struggling with Calvin's hair. And the end result buzz cut was simply wonderful.

I mean, on top of being one of the officers for my cca, I was one of the prefects on the student council. And with that came a lot of power and authority that I totally don't abuse.
Besides, the only way I get to keep my hair is being the authority that enforces it. I am above the law in my school, put it simply.

Anyways, Calvin added fuel to my fetish, and I was out prowling for a new victim. And boy did I find one. I was in the toilet when I saw him.

He was fixing his hair, and man did he have a lot. He had a slightly grown out undercut, but with the part on the right slanted, ending near the middle of his eyebrows for an edgier look. The bulk of his hair was styled towards the back and side, but being so thick and long, it flopped over on the left side, covering the spectacles handles and almost his entire ear. His left side was almost completely covered, leading to a rather long undercut back, showing a bit of the shorn sides near the base of his hair. He was adjusting his hair, adding more product. With more clay, he tried to push it back into a pompadour, but it was too heavy already, and it seemed to not work at all. His hair was also very well layered, which became more prominent the more he tried to style his hair. After finally seeming to get it in place, it lasted all of 10s before it fell onto his spectacles and over his ear again.

He was in his physical ed attire, so he was prolly trying to tidy it up. This was my opportunity to strike.

Hey bro, you seem to be struggling there.

Yea? He turned around to face me, with a joking look for a split second before a much more worried look crept on his face.

Oh yea, I forgot I must've been wearing my prefect tie and badge.

Before he could say anything, I continued, "Dude, relax. Here, take this" Luckily for me, I always keep a hair band in my bag for my casual use when I'm playing sports.

Oh, thanks man. Yea, kinda hard to get it in order some times.

How about this. You just use it first, then afterwards I'll meet ya at the gym toilet to help ya with your hair and you can return it to me.

With the band on his head already, he couldn't really reject my offer. Sure man, I end at 4.30pm. So, meet ya then?

Sure, see ya then.

With that, he zipped off for his lesson. The trap has been set. This ought to be fun. Pulling out my phone, I quickly messaged 2 of fellow prefects under me, JH, GZ and CF.

Boys, get your disguises, and a pack of chewing gum. Meet me at the gym toilet in 10min. We're gonna have some fun.

One of the many privileges that come with being in the school council is the freedom of using staff facilities. Considering the gym teachers don't actually shower in school, the teacher's locker/shower room are completely deserted. After meeting up with the 3 of them, we let ourselves in and locked the door behind us.

To start off our "meeting", I showed them the recording of Calvin's shearing. By the end of it, it was clear all 4 of us were, bluntly, excited by the video. Like me, the other 3 all have a hair fetish, and I may have pulled some strings to get them into a position of power too.

Anyways, after that, they were raring to go. So, I explained my target and my plan. The last run with clay went so well, might as well up the "product". Within less than 5 minutes, we had a solid plan and headed out to our positions.



Ryan's POV

Well, today went surprisingly well. Seeing the prefect was a shock, considering rumours of a squad of prefects out for catching guys breaking the rules, especially on uniform and hair. Then again, my hair was overdue, even by my standards. My fringe was already at my lip, and I decided to try one cut without thinning out my hair the last time, which resulted in this ridiculous bulk which try as I might was near impossible to make it look passable by school standards. Then again, I enjoyed it at this length and thickness, just that it was extremely risky in my school to maintain it at this length. Especially with gym sessions, where it would fly all over the place when I run, usually blocking my vision entirely and occasionally getting a taste of clay covered hair.

The hair band offered by the prefect worked perfectly, and other than a few comments calling me girly, gym class went surprisingly well.

Of course, now came the weird part. He wanted to show me how to style it better? I honestly had no idea, but it seemed intriguing at the very least.

Making my way to the gym toilet as the rest of the class headed home, I could spot him at a distance. He had a rather distinctive look, with a freshly cleaned up slick back undercut. He gestured towards the teacher's showers, and started walking there. Wasn't it restricted to only teachers?

Before I could say anything, as if he read my mind, "don't worry, prefect privileges", and with a smirk continued onwards, opening the door to let me in.

The showers were easily cleaner than any I've seen in the school so far, and looking in the mirror, I could see that the hair band had done its work. Taking it off, my hair had finally been tamed to a slick back, similar to the prefect's. To be fair, it was held by twice the amount of clay I normally use and a lot of sweat matting it down. Running my hands through it get back some of the normal volume, it ran into a few knots and honestly felt horrible with my hand being coated in clay afterwards and with a musky smell too.

Hey man, name's Jason by the way.

Oh, I'm Ryan. So...about your offer…

Oh yea, why don't ya wash your hair first. Don't think adding any more clay to that would help.

Oh sure. Man, the showers actually look pretty decent, unlike the overused student toilets, so I wasn't complaining. Taking one of the towels that were under the sink (like a hotel), I headed towards the nearest cubicle.

Just as I was about to turn on the showerhead, I heard Jason shout.

Hey, i have something quick to settle. Be back in 5. Take your time and enjoy the hot water. If you want a head start, just help me dry off your hair first. There's a hair dryer at the side.

Sure, got it.

Wow, this place was fancy. And they even had shampoo dispensers inside the cubicles.

I took my own sweet time working the lather through my thick hair, and it was well over 5 minutes by the time I was done. So, I just started blow drying it, which due to the length and thickness took quite a while.

The door finally swung open. Expecting Jason, I didn't really look over but said hi. Next thing I knew, I was being grappled by 3 guys wearing masks and school uniform. Before I could react, one got behind me and grappled me to a cubicle, immobilizing me, locking my arms and legs in place.

Struggle as I might, I couldn't free myself. In the tussle, my hair was all over my face, obscuring my face. All I could see was 2 silhouettes approaching.

"Help! Anybody!"

Before I knew, I felt them place something slimy and sticky in my hair, and rubbing it in, mixing it about, while covering my mouth from screaming. All I could do was keep struggling, to no avail.

"Please stop, I'm begging you, what do you want?" Only to be met with laughter.

I was feeling tears starting to well up from desperation, when finally, I heard the door slam open.

"Hey, what's going on here!"

Hearing Jason's voice, they immediately scrambled, running out, with him shouting at them on the way out.

Coming over to the cubicle, one look at me and all he could say is "oh no…dude, ya alright?"

Yea, nothing much I guess. U know who those are?

Well, there have been cases of prefects getting targeted by the more troublesome students, and considering only teachers and prefects use this toilet, I wouldn't be surprised if it was one of those idiots. I've been trying to hunt them down, but not much luck. Anyways, if you're feeling alright, you...might wanna look in the mirror…

Helping me up, he supported me to the sinks, where I had a full view of the problem…

That slimy and sticky things earlier was bright pink chewing gum. They had managed to get most of my thick hair tangled with it, with a massive wad in the middle, along with some spread out.

Oh s**t. Oh no oh no

Hey, hey, calm down. Relax. Take deep breaths. It looks bad, but I'm sure there's a way to fix it. Let me call up my barber, then we see what can be done, how about that.

With not much options left, I just nodded feebly. There's no way this was salvageable. I could see some gum near the roots of my hair. As Jason left to make a call, I tried to pick at the biggest wad. I managed to get abit off, but in the process somehow causing my hair to be more tangled in it.

Hey, dont pick at it. It's gonna get worse. Look, my barber says he can try to fix it. What d'ya think. It's up to you.

Yea, sure I guess.

Alright, give me a sec. I think I left a hat in school.

Looking at that mess in the mirror, I honestly just resigned to my fate. I just tried to have some hope that the barber can fix it. Why did I have to be the unlucky one.

Alright, here, maybe try to slick it back and wear it. I doubt any teacher would say anything with me around. Plus, its after school hours. The barber is near the school anyways.

Trying to avoid touching the gum, I just pushed back my hair and put the cap on. It was abit right but beggars cant be choosers.
I got a few stares on the way out, wearing a cap and red eyed, but a glare from Jason turned them away.

Within 10min from the school, we were in front of a small barber shop that had. The shutters were closed and the door sign said closed.

Jason?

Dont worry, he said, while pushing the door open.

The shop inside was quite small, with only 2 seats inside as well as a small sofa as a waiting area. There was also a small basin at the end for hair washing, as well as a cabinet storing supplies I assume.

"Hey, give me a sec eh? Jason, make yourself and your friend comfortable". Apparently the barber was in the backroom.

I asked him to close it up for abit, so you can have some privacy. Don't worry, you can trust Mitch. He's been cutting my hair for quite awhile. Take a seat first I guess.

Ah, you must be Ryan. The barber was rather young, seemingly in his early twenties, with quite a baby face. He seemed quite well built, and with a voluminous quiff that really suited him.

Take a seat man, I heard what happened. Let's just see how bad it is first before we move ahead with how we can fix it.

Nodding, while on the way to the seat, I tried to remove the cap, only to have it stuck, accidentally yanking at my hair instead, causing me to wince.

Oh no, just sit first, I'll help u take it out.

Feeling hopeless, I plopped myself in the comfortable leather chair, before Mitch started gingerly lifting the cap, sticking his fingers underneath to try and maneuver it off. After quite a bit of yanking and pulling, he managed to take it out, giving me a view in the mirror how bad it had gotten.

With the cap compressing it, apart from a few parts sticking out, most of it was still stuck in a slickback, held together by gum. If not for how disgusting it was, it looked like I had gotten pink highlights.

Mitch tried to "unslick" it, causing quite a bit if discomfort but not too bad as he was rather careful. In the process, he lifted it to its full length, easily 6 plus inches in total. Unfortunately, it stayed there, as he examined the big wad that was left.

Well, unfortunately, it spread quite alot, as you can see with your current "mohawk". Plus, that wad is quite near the roots. Normally, we could use hot water, but I doubt it would work on that wad, even if we could get it out of the rest. So...the most logical way to tackle it is to cut it.

I could already feel the tears welling up, I just nodded my head and looked down.

Sorry man, didnt expect the cap to worsen it. Look, I'll track down the idiot that did this and get them sorted out, alright?

It's not your fault, let's just get this over and done with.

With that, Mitch took out a paper towel and caped me up, before turning me away from the mirror.

Erm, we also have to take the sides and back down too, to make it proportional, you alright with that?

Yea...just make it quick.

Taking out his scissors, he began cutting around that biggest piece, struggling as his scissors got caught and he had to manually remove some gum before continuing.

Sorry…

Before long, he succeeded, letting it fall on the cape, with the long strands attached to it letting me see the damage done. Wiping off the scissors, he pushed my fringe down, maybe in an attempt to hide the damage that's gonna be done next from me. Seeing the pink gum in my fringe didnt help at all, and tears started rolling. He started working on the top, with large chunks of hair falling down to the cape. I could slowly feel the breeze from the aircon on my scalp, and the thought of the damage just caused more tears. Next, he started attacking the sides, which were only slightly overgrown, and the length of it falling off seemed rather drastic. Lastly, the back, while mostly unaffected, he said had to be shortened to match the sides. The next thing I knew, I felt the vibration of the clippers run from the base of the neck to the crown in one smooth motion, followed by a cascade of hair on the floor and cape. Within a few more swipes, he was done.

Taking out the scissors for the last time, he went under my fringe. Seeing it go above my eyebrows, I winced as in 2 quick snips, the world went bright again. The pile of hair on the cape and the floor was ridiculous, considering how bulky my hair was. He continued working on the top, but there was barely any hair falling at this point.

You wanna see the mirror?

I thought I was ready, but I was so wrong.

Turning the chair around, I burst into tears. The sides were a number 1, and running my hand up the back it was the same all the way up to. The top was barely an inch long, but seemed to have been thinned out, my previously thick hair left thin and lifeless.

Erm…

Dont worry, I'll settle it.

Jason asked Mitch to quickly uncape me, and sweep up the bulk on the ground. He tried his best to calm me down, and eventually, after a while of coaxing, I managed to control myself.

Hey, hey. Dont worry, I'll make sure the culprit suffers the same fate. Alright? Come on, this one is on me. Supporting me, he proceeded to bring me back to school, reassuring me all the way back.

Thanks to him, I managesd to come to terms to what had happened, like he said, it wasnt permanent. He also assured no teacher would bother me for a while, so dont worry about hiding my hair while growing it out to its previous length. Noticing I was finally better, he gave me his number if I needed help or recognised the culprit, then went off for a prefect meeting. Well, at least I made a friend, I guess…

Jason's POV

Walking away from that mess, I couldn't help but laugh my way back to Mitch. I honestly couldn't believe it worked. That fool, so gullible. Watching that hair cut was so satisfying, and thanks to Mitch, was recorded too. I was just lucky he didnt notice my hard on when I was "reassuring" him at the end.
Sending them a text congratulating my team on their good work, I made my way to Mitch.

The thing is, Mitch also had a hair fetish, and was the first I met. He helped me find my style and all, and also in setting up my squad.

Finally, I made it back.

Mitch had an insane smile on his face, and in his hands were mr bubblegum's remains. Other than that ugly wad, the rest of it just looked like he had awesome pink highlights.

You're nuts, you know that right, jason? Cant believe you pulled this off.

I went off where the idea came from, while also playing with Ryan's thick hair, then showing him the incident with Kelvin.

Good job kid, I'm impressed, I'll send ya the video of ryan later. In exchange, I need that clip of Kelvin's cut eh. I would be pissed at u "cheating" on me as your barber, but I'll make an exception this time. Anyways, you want pink highlights during the holidays?

Seriously? I'll be honest, I'm tempted.

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