PART 2:

The day had arrived. Students at Dale university rushed into the auditorium. The same auditorium they had seen the two candidates for class President, Rose and Anna, trade personal jabs at each other a week prior. However, the stage was set up a bit differently this time around.

Rose and Anna were already on stage, both looking apprehensive. Between them was the Dean, holding an envelope. Inside said envelope was the fate of the girls' red hair.

Rose was wearing her field hockey uniform, she felt it was fitting since Anna had taken a dig at the team during their debate. Her teammates were in the front row cheering her on.

Anna wore a simpler attire of jeans and a white t-shirt that said "save Mother Earth" on it in big blue letters. Perhaps a bit on the nose for her, but her four friends in the back of the auditorium certainly had her back. Her friends were not the highest on the social food chain, but they were loyal.

The biggest change to the stage was the contraption behind them.

It was incredible to see how the student body came together to make this election result reading a spectacle. Flyers were made, a hashtag was started on Twitter, and the yearbook club had their cameras as the ready. But the biggest contribution came from the universities' engineering majors.

They had been busy all week constructing their own version of a salon chair. It was black and featured a basin at the top for the loser to put their head in. It ensured that no slop would hit the floor. Whatever didn't stay in the losers head would just rest in the basin where the loser would soak in it. However, the most intriguing, and daunting, part of the makeshift chair was the straps on the arm rests. How they managed to convince the Dean that was okay was a mystery, but it appeared the runner up would be bound as well as shampoo'd.

Finally, there were the buckets. Six in total, they contained: A mix of ketchup and mustard, mashed potatoes, mushy peas, spaghetti in tomato sauce, lumpy custard, and a bucket of chocolate milk.

Both candidates looked at this surreal stage setup and wondered if they had bitten off more than they could chew. Rose put her hand through her shoulder length light red hair, and Anna did the same with her fire red hair that went down to her mid back.

The Dean snapped them out of their trances by speaking into the mic.

"Good afternoon students! As you know, this is the moment we reveal who your next class President will be. Both Anna and Rose brought same great ideas to the table, and I for one am so grateful for they're ability to get so much interaction from our student body." She then looked at the chair

"Now, this year we've added a bit of a friendly wager the results, and I'm sure both candidates are prepared to hear the results in good faith and be good sports about this whole thing."

Rose and Anna nodded, there was no going back now, as much as they may have wanted to.

"So, let's just skip to the reason we're all here shall we? Are you all ready?"

The students cheered wildly

Rose and Anna watched nervously as the Dean fumbled with the envelope, they were seconds away from either victory or the most humiliating moment of their life.

Finally, the Dean took out the slip of paper and scanned it, she took a deep breath, and said:

"After a week of voting, I can finally reveal that-"

Rose and Anna's hearts were in their throats.

"It is Rose-"

Anna panicked, Rose was about to jump in celebration until

"Rose that has to take a seat! Because Anna is your new class President!"

The auditorium went wild, the social hierarchy had been toppled! Truly the nerds had finally won one, and it was a big one, as signified by Anna's deep breaths of relief.

Rose on the other hand, was looking around panicked, looking for any kind of appeal. But there was none, democracy had prevailed, and the result would be her complete humiliation. Anna grabbed the microphone with a new found confidence.

"Thank you all so much for this honor! I promise to always put my best foot forward for you all, and the environment. And, I just want to give a shout out to Rose for being such a good sport!"

Rose was seething, this was anything but genuine. This was confirmed when Anna went in for a hug and whispered into her ear:

"Looks like there's only gonna be one top redhead on campus when this is over."

Rose didn't have to time to react, because she was soon grabbed by two engineering majors and strapped into the chair. She already felt humiliated and the worst part hadn't even begun.

A low hum of anticipation took over the room. Here was this beautiful athlete at the mercy of the new class President. Anna was tired of waiting, she began the festivities.

"My fellow classmates, it is now time to demonstrate just how gross our leftover slop situation is. And Rose here will be demonstrating the effects it has on ones hair."

Anna walked around the chair and picked up the first bucket, Rose couldn't see but her whole body had tensed. Her head was resting in the basin, she closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.

She felt something smooth hit her forehead and dribble backwards into her hair. Whatever it was, it was quick to make a home in her roots, what gave it away was the smell.

"Oh my god ketchup!" Rose yelled

"And mustard!" Replied Anna laughing

Anna (sporting gloves) began to massage the condiment sundae into her defeated opponents hair. Rose could only whimper and struggle against her bonds. The sauces were sliding through her hair and resting in the basin, she could feel some on the back of her neck already.

Rose would have no time to breathe as Anna yelled into the mic "onto bucket number two!"

The crowd was already in a frenzy.

Next Anna chose the bucket of mushy peas, oh how it smelled terrible. Anna knew the stipulation of the bet. But since Rose was bound, she felt she could call and audible.

Anna was walking with the bucket when she faked a slip and gave an exaggerated "OOPS!" As she spilled the bucket all over the front of Rose

"Oh my god no! Oh this is so gross it's going down my top!" Rose whined as she cold feel mushy peas slowly dripping down her body.

Anna gave her little time to catch her breath as she quickly deposited the bucket of custard over Rose's head. Rose felt every lump pass through her hair and she felt them squish as Anna smushed them into her scalp. She was ruined.

Anna grabbed the bucket of spaghetti, and poured it on Rose's forehead. Rose fought against her bonds as the pungent pasta seeped onto her face as well as her hair.

"Well no spa treatment is complete without a facial!" Mocked Anna

"I hate you so much." Said Rose through gritted teeth

"Well, being hated comes with a position of leadership I suppose." Responded Anna.

Anna moved on to the mashed potatoes, she took off both of roses sneakers and proceeded to fill them with the cold, lumpy potatoes.

"Please do not do that!" Begged Rose

"Oh hush, I've heard potatoes are a natural foot cream" this was of course, not true in any sense. But Anna wasn't used to having such power, and she couldn't help but relish in it.

Rose squealed as Anna placed her shoes back on her feet. The mashed potatoes seeped through her sockets immediately and found there way in between her toes. The feeling was truly dreadful.

Rose had been reduced to a mess. Her hair was heavy with foul smelling slop, the basin put her up to her ears in leftovers as well. Her body was coated in mushy peas, her shoes filled with mashed potatoes. And her fellow students were loving it. They had voted for this to happen to her, she felt betrayed.

Anna grabbed the final bucket, the off date chocolate milk.

"And now it's time for your last bucket Rose. But, I have to ask one favor from you."

Rose did her best to hear despite the leftovers surrounding her ears in the basin.

"I'm going to pour this right over your face. And as President I demand you keep your mouth wide open."

Rose heard this, and knew right away she wasn't going to do it. That was until the Dean came over and placed a hand on her nose and chin, opening her mouth wide.

"We always honor our bets Rose! And it was an order from your class President!"

Rose could only groan as the milk hit her face and fell into her mouth quickly. Thankfully, it was over quickly. But between the coldness of it, as well as the smell, the damage was done.

As a final indignity, Anna invited the photographer form the university paper up on stage for a quick photo op of the new president and her defeated opponent. Rose just held her breathe and waited until it was over.

She also had to wonder what her next hair color would be. Perhaps blonde? Maybe Brunette? All she knew was that her red hair was ruined.

**END**