Chapter 6: “You Are My Savior.”

Scarlet’s pov

“Girl, for someone who wants to be a makeup artist you sure don’t do a good job on yourself,” Denise taunts me referring to the deep bags under my eyes and my tired face. I am quite sure I even have some drool stains around my mouth.

The sleepover last night had taken a toll on me and my body.

We watched three horror movies while binging on ice cream and pizza like we always did. We discussed few things here and there and then finally Blu dropped the bomb about my plan around midnight. It had cost me five hours of my sleeping time explaining and arguing with Charlie. Even then he didn’t appreciate my idea, just like Blu.

Those two always teamed up against me!

“I just drove here from Charlie’s house.”

I said slumping beside her while pulling my hair up in a messy bun.

She laughed giving me a knowing look before taking out a Starbucks coffee from her bag and a cupcake.

I beamed at her gratefully.

She must have already known something like this would happen; after all she had been my best friend through thick and thin.

I reached out to take the food kept on the table in front of us when she slapped my hand away and gave me a face wipe first, while saying, “You look like shit. Clean your face before eating, people are already giving you disgusted looks.”

I laughed. I must have looked really bad if she wanted me to wipe my face.

“You would love me either way, who cares about what others think,” I said winking at her and then cleaning my face. It had a lemon fragrance that immediately made me feel fresher. I was thankful for that; god only knows my body was working on a zombie mode.

She chuckled, and her eyes sparkled as she shook her head and passed me the food.

I immediately took a big gulp of the coffee. It had been an unhealthy obsession of mine, but I wouldn’t be able to start my day properly without it.

“You are my savior,” I gushed at her when I felt the caffeine energy flowing through me.

Rolling her eyes at me but never once removing her smile she snickered, “Anything for my best friend.”

Denise has always been the ideal best friend a girl could ever wish for. She belonged from a very rich family and was brought up to be the perfect child. A poster kid. That was a façade she pulled off for the world, besides that the real her was so much more than a rich girl.

She had fought with her parents many times when they tried to break our friendship when she got in trouble because of me. They never believed that their child could ever be at fault and deemed me as a bad influence.

They might be a little correct about that, but she was no angel to begin with.

They had tried everything to break us apart, but she adamantly stood with me through all.

A sudden crash made me jerk my head to the left. Apparently two girls were clawing at each other’s face because one had cheated with the other’s boyfriend.

People had started gathering around them cheering for them while a few of them recorded it.

I scoffed at their stupidity. They had been fighting with each other like it was high school drama all over again. I certainly didn’t know whose fault it was that caused this fight but a voice inside me repeated that it must be the guy’s fault.

I didn’t want to make a half-assessed judgment, but my past seemed to have a better grip on my mind right now. The hatred inside me sparked again. I didn’t even think twice before hating that guy and sympathizing with that girl.

Anger simmered within me as I saw myself in that girl having gone through a similar experience. And before I could stop myself I said, “It was that boy’s fault I am sure.”

“Well I won’t decline that assumption, it could be,” Denise said from beside me as she peered over me to get a better look.

I felt my conscious prick, telling me that the way I have been thinking is anything but right, but I suppressed that thought as soon as it came.

“It’s good that they have somewhat calmed down, it’s almost time for the class to begin,” they had both been pulled away and been held by few people as they still threw insults at each other.

When one of them finally pushed her way out of the crowd and exited the hall only then did the people went back to do their respective works.

After around five more minutes Mrs. Fernandez finally entered the class and obliviously began teaching.

When an hour of listening to her lecture about different brushes used during make up she finally decided to end the class with giving us a group project to complete with another person of our choice.

Denise looked at me and grinned, “I’ll be there at your place as soon as possible. We are gonna ace this project.”

I laughed already predicting that but shook my head, “Not today, I have a date with Andrew.”

Collecting my things, I walked out of the class; I still had half an hour to spare before my next one.

Denise silently followed me, keeping quiet. I sighed when I turned around to see her frowning, “Come on tell me I know you want to say something.”

“You are ditching me for that boy.” She stated folding her arms in front of her chest while pouting.

“It’s not like I want to go I have to finish the first part of my plan,” I groaned realizing that she is most probably trying to guilt trip me into something.

“Okay, I’ll only let you go if you let me doll you up,” she negotiated giving me an excited smile.

I looked at her in horror, her makeovers were long and painful and even though the end result was quite lovely I didn’t want to put that much effort into my first date.

“No Denny, not today. I promise I’ll let you do that some other day but today I just want to go home and sleep.”

“But don’t you think you should look your best for your first date, to make him instantly fall for you,” she tried to reason as she pulled me towards an empty bench in the university’s garden.

“Denny he found me cute when I had only been wearing a sweat pants and loose t-shirt, I don’t think I need to put much effort for a movie date and don’t forget I am a makeup artist too, I can handle it.”

Maybe the tired look I was so languidly sporting made her change her mind, but she didn’t argue any further, “Fine, but you better call me and tell me everything.”

I nodded thankfully at her and she got up to leave for her next class not before waving at me like a maniac.

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*Interview time with the author*

Author: Are you looking forward to your date?

Scarlet: Of course I am. I can't wait for the first part of my plan to begin.

Author: Is it all you think about?

Scarlet: No that's not all. I have to worry about the next part of my plan too.

Author: Its useless talking to you today, I'll meet you again in the next chapter. Bye!

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Illustris ❤