Karin is in high school. She an outcast and everybody at school thinks she's a weirdo. She doesn't party, she sticks her heads in the books and tries to focus on getting out of school.
She meets r&b super star Chris brown giving her boring life s...
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The show was amazing. The crowds energy had me on cloud nine, but the night wasn't over. I had a little meet and greet/kickback vibe going on backstage. Usually I'd move to a hotel for the after party but since this was the last show for a minute, and in my home city, I decided to end things off here so I can go home and crash afterwards.
The two girls I saved from Paul were quiet at first, but after awhile the dark skin one was floating around talking to any and everybody. She naturally fit into this scene. The other one, stayed quiet and just sat there observing her surroundings.
I can relate. I can't get comfortable around strangers. I have to feel the scene out first.
My boy Mijo passed me a lit blunt and I smoked it while drinking some Jose Cuevo.
I couldn't help but stare at this girl. She was simple, cute, and chill. Something about her was intriguing me so I said fuck it and went over to talk to her.
"You alright?" I spoke while sitting next to her. She looked up, her mouth opened but nothing came out.
I laughed, "Take your time, I'll wait."
"I'm sorry. I just can't believe this is happening and I'm a little star struck." She said shyly.
I nudged her arm, "I'm star struck too shit, I ain't meet a girl as pretty as your are in a minute." I hit the blunt.
She covered her face to hid her smile, "That can't be true. But thank you."
Her smile was gorgeous, she had deep dimples in her cheeks. She pretty as hell, damn. Not a lot of makeup on, simple ass fit, sneakers, hair laid. I was impressed.
"It's kinda fucked up that you know my name and I don't know yours..."
"Oh wow, sorry. I'm Karin." She blushed.
"Nice to meet you Karin. You smoke?" I lifted the blunt up to her. I figure it might help her relax.
She took it pulling a long drag and blowing out O's. "Okay cool guy I see you." She laughed at me hitting the blunt once more before handing it back to me.
"Thanks, my anxiety was on 1000." She admitted.
"Who you telling that's why I smoke 40 blunts a day."
Her mouth dropped, "40?? No fucking way. That's gotta be cap." She laughed.
