Author's Note: I was getting a serious craving for some good Sprace. AHH. I dunno how this fic is gonna turn out, but I'm giving it a shot. Just a prologue so far, but it's eventually gonna be more. Hooray!

Disclaimer: I own Donna Cadnum ... and that's it. Heh. Pathetic.

Dedication: To singin'-newsies-goil, 'cause her birthday was on the eighth and I missed it! I have the idea for her one-shot, but it's probably not coming out for a while, considering the load of homework and crap I've been dealing with lately... ;-) Forgive me, Liz?

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It was the day after his friend shaved his head that Spot Conlon's popularity ended.

No, I mean it was seriously gone. Nonexistent. Dead.

His troubles all began on that fateful Wednesday afternoon in the middle of February. He was in the locker room after hockey practice, listening to his friend Oscar retelling the story of how his girlfriend dumped him last Friday — and, being the arrogant bastard he was, Spot decided it was necessary to inform the entire team that he had yet to have a girl break off a relationship with him. Cocky grin in place, teammates squirming with envy, and he was feeling fine. He flexed his incredible abdominal muscles a little to add to the effect.

Jack Kelly had never liked it when someone was feeling happier than he was, so he decided to hold Spot to his word. He made a bet with Spot that his current girlfriend, Donna Cadnum, would dump him before the end of the week — loser has his head shaved. And, being the arrogant bastard he was, Spot decided to accept.

The next day, Donna (with long, auburn hair at the moment) took him aside in the hall and said quietly, "We need to talk." It was those four simple words that sent a chill to his heart — not because he cared about Donna (he had been planning on dumping her just to see how she would react, anyway) but because he was going to have to lose all of his beautiful, silky, light brown hair that complemented his clear, gray eyes so incredibly well.

Damn...

Spot had never been dumped by a girl before. He had never had his head shaved by an 18-year-old boy with a Norelco before, either, and neither was an experience he was eager to repeat.

So saying, the next morning he was determined to wear a thick sort of beanie to hide his new hairstyle (or lack there of) all day. Unfortunately, school rules proclaimed that he must remain hatless throughout the entire school day, so he was forced to show the world his smooth, white head.

Within an hour, he realized that he had just been shoved from the top of the social pyramid to find himself hairless, girl-less, and sharing a lunch table with the social outcasts of the school. Needless to say, he was feeling very sorry for himself by the time dismissal came around.

This was going to take a lot of adjusting.

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Author's Note: I just realized how similar this is to "Mirror, Mirror". I'm really running out of plotlines, aren't I? Lol, anyway, please leave a review! (More coming soon.)

-Saturday