Stella Carter was somewhat the Hannah Montana of the Outerbanks, she had the best of both worlds. Although, without the good relationships with the Kooks.
When the Summer she was promised to have a good time the whole time, became a task to survive...
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Stella sat at the chair opposite her fathers in the mans office, awkwardly tapping her knee up and down as she bit down on her lip and observed the room carefully. A smile was risen to her lips with the sight of a family portrait, a warmth entering her heart that the photo remained on his wall despite the parting of Angelina and Marco.
Looking down at her phone to see that her best friends were waiting outside, Stella raised her brows to her father who rolled his eyes to the conversation on the phone and mocked the man; causing his daughter to let loose an amused laugh.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm listening now," Marco put the phone down, ("Your phone call?") Stella spoke over him and raised a brow. "It was just Ward bickering on about something again, and from the look on your face you seem desperate to ask me something."
The blonde girl nodded, "Right, well, tonight I was wondering if I could go to Charleston — "
" — You do realise that it is a school night and your mother would fly the first plane here to strangle me to death if she found out." Marco cut her off, raising his brows to his daughter who sighed.
"Okay, so mum doesn't have to know?"
Marco inhaled a deep breathe through his nose, "Stella I'm not going to lie to your mother. Why the hell do you want to go to Charleston tonight out of all weekends I've asked if you want to go?" The man asked.
Stella creased her lips into a thin line before responding: "Because something bigs happened, Dad and this is the only chance that we have to clear John B's name," She admitted, watching as Marco looked taken back.
"Honey — "
" — Please." She cut him off immediately, "Please, Dad. Just one night and I promise to be good for the rest of my life." She reached over the table and took his hand into hers, furrowing her brows.
The older Carter stared at Stella for a second, hesitating. "When you say we I presume it'd be — "
" — Kiara, Pope and JJ... my best friends and quite literally the only friends I have," She muttered a reply, "You'd do it for Ward." She raised a brow to the man.
Marco sighed, dragging his hand through his locks. "Fine, but you better keep your promise, kid." He pointed to Stella as she rose from her seat and embraced him, "Back tomorrow though. I mean it, Stella Carter."
Stella smiled with a nod, kissing her fathers cheek. "You wearing that shirt too?" He raised a brow and watched as she took her bag from beside his seat and turned to face him one more.
The girl's hazel eyes transferred down to the cropped, black tee, smiling at the writing that displayed 'FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK' written in bold, silver glitter. A grin laced her lips as she nodded, "You know, to tell the douchebags to read the top," She shrugged.
