The Quest

It smells like jealousy

Hey, I have been gone for so long but I've been going through some stuff. I've written this chapter so many times from different angles, but I've hated each and every version. But I like this one so yeah. This chapter might be all over the place sorry. But I hope you enjoy and it and let me know what you think.

Lesson 4: Don't let emotions cloud your judgement. No matter how beautifully packaged someone is, not all that glitters is gold. If they show you their true colours believe them.
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Karin 👑

I woke up with a frown on my face. Monday with biology first thing in the morning. Great. I quickly hopped in the shower, scrubbing my body and allowing my Malaysian hair to get wet and revert back to its natural state. I hopped out the shower, brushed my teeth and began to moisturise my body with my home made shea butter and coconut oil whip. I sprayed deodorant and body spray then quickly got dressed into a plain white shirt, checked cigarette pants and suede black loafers. I put conditioner in my hair and scrunched it and decided to let it air dry.

I looked at the time and kissed my teeth. I'm gonna be late. Kmt. I looked in the mirror with a frown on my face and proceeded to do my everyday makeup routine, which consisted of a dab of concealer under my eyes and nose, and lipgloss. I brushed my perfectly threaded eyebrows in place with clear eyebrows gel, set my concealer with my Ben Nye Sienna powder, applied my Mac lipglass and sprayed my face with rose water and then sprayed myself with perfume. With a frown still etched on my face I grabbed my black River Island bag, my black jacket and my iPhone and made my way to Liza's house.

"Who crawled up your ass and died?" Liza asked as she opened the door and saw the thunderous look on my face.

"Girl I'm not even the mood."

"Ohh you still mad about Friday?" Once I didn't answer she chuckled "Girl don't be silly it was just a kiss!"

Friday night
I was tired. All I wanted to do was go home but my friends were still in the partying spirit. I had spent all day at a University's Open day and I was forced to come out and party all night with my friends when all I wanted to do was sleep.

I made my way over to the toilet and checked over my makeup and hair. I looked in the mirror. Not to toot my own horn but I looked good. From my jet black hair straightened to perfection in a straight middle part to the gold sparkly dress that hugged my body. I brought out my gold clutch bag which consisted of my little essentials and lightly blotted my Ben Nye sienna powder under my eyes and on my nose, the places on my face which had gotten oily during the course of the night. I wiped off my brown lipstick which was fading and crumbling and put on my all time favourite nude lipgloss Mac spite lipglass. Satisfied with my appearance I sprayed myself with perfume and walked out of the toilet.

Instead of returning back to my table I settled on the bar which was sort of empty as everyone was on the dance floor. Everyone was here, from your local road man to your local insta thot. The venue was packed with young adults all celebrating Kamari's 18th.

"Little Miss Karin." A voice said. I rolled my eyes and groaned internally as I recognised that antagonising voice over the bass of the loud music.

This boy had irked me on a whole another level and he done it without even speaking to me. I walked into the venue with the intentions to slay every single bitch up in this place when my eyes landed on him and it.

It being Kamari. Now you're thinking, if you don't like the girl then why are you at her party? It's a long story. But I've got time to explain it.