CHAPTER 142

“Maybe I want to look like a hooligan,” he answered sulkily.

“You’re here for a reputation makeover,” Liam said. “I don’t think hooligan is what we were going for.”

“So what are you going to do, just shave it all off?”

“Yeah, nah,” Mia said. “If you think you look like a hooligan now, you’d look like an axe murderer with a buzz cut.” She stepped closer to him, angling him so he could see himself in the large mirror that filled an entire wall like a dance studio. “We’ll just take this ratty hair off the back and blend it up with the longer hair on top. Ideally, I like to see you with an undercut, but you need to grow some hair back before we can do that. In the meantime, we’ll go high and tight. Think David Beckham.”

Darius looked at himself in the mirror—his second favorite pastime after looking at his phone. “David Beckham?”

“Yeah,” Mia said with a nod.

“Alright. I’ll make it look better than Becks, though. That guy’s old.”

“If he gets to look like David Beckham, who