A/N: Okay, so I've never done a one shot, but I thought I'd give it a try! If you all like this I will continue it one day! Please let me know what you think. This is written for my sister Briana AKA Bree, who is in Beauty school and just got her hair hacked by her supposedly great stylist teacher, hence the haircut and the job! Oh, and the name of course! Love ya little sister and don't worry, your hair will grow back! ;-)

Crash Into Me

I was cussing about my new hacked of a hair cut job that I was pretty sure my boss did yesterday just so I couldn’t have any date for the next year when…bang! Or, more like crash. My head jerked forward, my hacked locks going forward with it. I stared at myself in the mirror. First, to study the abhorred hair on my head, then to get a glimpse at the damn idiot I was confident put a mega huge dent in my rear. Of my car, that is.

“What the hell?” I shouted, using the steering wheel as my form of anger management. I grasped it in my two hands, squeezing tightly. I let out an exasperated sigh. This just wasn’t my day!

It took me forever to get out of the car. It was the loser that hit me that came up to my car to greet me first.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you hurt?” he asked, a pair of brown eyes shining at me as I stayed put in my driver’s seat. I gave him an evil glare. What did he think? My hair looked like that of a soccer mom, making me look more like thirty than twenty.

“No! But I’m very pissed off to say the least,” I found myself fighting with the stranger.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just I should have been watching where I was going, but I was distracted by something.”

“Like what? Your lack of a brain?”

“No need to be snippy, miss.”

“Miss? Why are you treating me like I’m so young? What are you? Twenty four? Big deal!”

“Twenty five,” The guy answered, scratching the top of his nearly buzzed brown hair. I decided to get out of the car now, to see just how much damage this guy had done to my precious car. The one I had just bought a month ago. The one I saved all of my money to buy. The one that was ridiculously out of my price range, but was worth it. Or at least, it had been worth it. Now the car was just one with a large amount of damage to it, the back bumper about to fall off.

I placed my head in my hands and cried out, “No!” I was on the verge of tears. First, I get the haircut that looks like it was chopped by Edward Scissorhands. Then, I got chewed out by the same guy that ruined my cute girly locks, because I was a couple of minutes late to work. Now, to top it all off and add the cherry to the cake, my car is ruined!

The guy, who calls himself Jerry, tries to shake my hand to formally introduce himself, as if this were a planned meeting.

“Bree,” I shook halfheartedly. “What are you going to do about this, huh?”

“I‘ll be right back,” Jerry says, taking off to his car that’s still in the same spot behind mine, in the parking lot that’s practically empty in the section we’re in. All I wanted to do was pig out and go through McDonalds drive-through and forget my bad day, totally screwing up on my diet. Now, even that was messed up. I rolled my eyes.

I stood next to my ruined Lexus, crossing my arms while the guy leaned into his driver’s side, his butt sticking out of the door. Hmm. He didn’t have a bad behind. Well, that’s what he got for ruining my rear. I could stare at his rear now if I wanted to. He was wearing black dress pants, a grey dress shirt and tie. All business man like.

“So, what were you distracted by?” I asked, taping my foot rapidly, waiting for a reply. He seemed a little sheepish now, smiling to himself. “Well, if you must know, your dress was caught in the door, and I was going to get close next to you to let you know, but I clipped your car trying to.”

I was speechless. And embarrassed. My long flowing dress I ordered from Victoria’s Secret was hanging out of my door? I felt my cheeks warm up and I avoided his eyes when I said, “Well…”

“Here’s my information,” Jerry said handing me a business card. I looked at the name. He was my bosses son. What kind of alternate universe was I in today? Now he was probably going to tell his dad all about the girl he hit with car with, the one with her dress hanging out the side of the door. I mentally smacked my forehead, perplexed by this whole thing.

“What? You expect me to go on a date with you now?” I mean, he was totally scamming on me. He cared enough to stop me to tell me my dress was caught in my door? He was totally digging on me.

“No, this is my information. You know, because I hit you…” He got that sheepish look again. Err, I never got in a car accident. How was I supposed to know how it worked?

I felt like a moron. I laughed like the moron that I am, then said, “Yeah. I was just joking.”

He looked dubious. “Well, on the back of the card is everything else you need to know. I’m really sorry I hit your car.”

I crossed my arms again, looking away from him. He had a sincere smile and a cute dimple in his right cheek. He was handsome. I was just noticing it now that some of my anger had subsided. “Well, I’m sorry too. I like this car. I just bought it a month ago. From my boss. He said his son Jerry was going to buy his car, but you didn’t did you?” I gave him a look. He knew all along he hit his father’s old car.

“Well, you got me. I was actually following you for more than one reason. My dad pointed you out of the window, right when you were getting into your car. I wanted to meet you, but you took off in a hurry. That’s when I noticed your dress stuck in the door.” Jerry laughed a little at me.

“It’s not funny!” I countered. “So, did you enjoy hitting your father’s old car? Because like I said, I really like this car…and…” I had nothing else to say. I wanted more excuses to talk to him, because he said he wanted to follow me for more than one reason. He wanted to meet me. Did he want a date with me? Was his father about to set us up? And then we could get married one day and our children would have a dimple in their cheek like him…

“Bree? Hello?” Jerry waved his hand in front of my face.

I blushed and smiled at my idiotic self for zoning out. “Yeah?”

“My father mentioned you’re great at party planning and you planned the holiday party a few months back.”

Oh yes, the Christmas party. It was at a luxurious hotel overlooking the pacific ocean. My boss let me do everything; the catering, the raffle prizes. It was a pretty great time, I had to admit. Everyone was dancing around to Christmas music or the dance hits playing in between, drinking from either green apple martinis or red apple martinis to keep with the spirit of the season. Ah, that was a great party. But also the night my ex-boyfriend flaked on me, not showing up. I dumped him that same night.

I shook the bad memory away, giving Jerry a sweet smile as I said, “Yes, I did plan the party. Were you there?” for sure I would have remembered his incredible looks.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t make it. I was skiing in Aspen.”

I nodded my head. It seemed not only his father was wealthy, who owned a couple of fancy salons, like the one I worked at, but his son was wealthy too. Especially looking at the expensive Escalade that was hardly scratched behind me.

“What a shame. We had a DJ and everything.” I shook my head at him sympathetically.

“Well, then, you wouldn’t mind helping me out with a party of my own? I will pay you and everything,” Jerry asked with a desperate look in his eyes. Well, not only was he hitting my car, but he was also asking for favors.

Well, since he was paying…“Sure! Why not!” I forgot all about my car, the bumper hanging off and all.

“Great. It’s for my girlfriend’s twenty-first. It’s going to be in a Las Vegas theme!” He added proudly.

I wanted to roll my eyes in disgust, but me, being the ever so helpful one and like I said, an incredible idiot, I forced a smile and said, “Yay! Twenty one.” My jaw clenched tightly, trying not to look surprised at the fact that he had a girlfriend. Of course he did! Hotties like that didn’t stay single. It was impossible.

I touched my hair when I got into my banged up car, after I exchanged information with Jerry. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. So, that’s why my boss hacked my hair! Well, he said he needed someone to volunteer to give that short Victoria Beckham cut to. He set me in a photo shoot type deal and had pictures taken of it. He said it looked great on me, but I begged to differ. I knew he knew it would turn out awful. He wanted me to look ugly, just in time for me to meet his son. Maybe not, but I looked a lot less glamorous and gorgeous than Victoria Beckham did. I didn’t think it worked with my face shape. Why couldn’t he give me that stunning a-line he gave the other stylist Miranda?

I needed to stop volunteering myself to help others, because clearly, all it did was destroy my hair, get me an expensive, wrecked car, and be of service to the girlfriend that had the man of my dreams. I needed to learn how to say no.

“Oh, and Bree?” Jerry came running back to my car before I could drive off. I put it back into park, looking over at that amazing, tanned face, worthy enough to be in comparison to Gerard Butler.

“Yes?” I asked sweetly.

“Can you meet my girlfriend this weekend? To start planning? Here’s her number,” He slipped it into my hand.

Well, maybe I would learn to say no tomorrow. Because I already found myself saying, “Yes.”