"Tears sprang to my eyes. I blinked them back, grabbed some tissue, and started awkwardly trying to daub leftover dye into my pale eyebrows, praying it would make a difference. Through the mirror, I saw Tori walk in. She stopped. It would have been better if she'd laughed. Her look of horror, then something like sympathy, meant it was as bad as I thought. she said. Simon called in. He pushed open the door, saw me and blinked. Tori said. I said. Simon still shot a glare over his shoulder as Derek pushed open the door. Derek said. He looked at me. Tori hustled me out the door, brushing past the guys with a whispered "jerk" for Derek. she said as we walked. And so, Tori and I bonded over hair horror stories."