Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 1

AN-Pick of Stevie's aesthetic up top!

Chapter One
Stevie's Pov

"I am very sorry Mrs. Blake," says Mr. MacKenzie as he looks at my mother with some sympathy before giving me a once over glare.

"But we will have to expell Miss Blake." He pushes the end of his glasses up onto his face as his beady little eyes look at my mother kind of lustfully.

What a fucking pervert I think to myself as I bit my nails.
Disgusting habit I know, but can't seem to shake it.

My mother sighs dramtically as she faces Mr. MacKenzie "Oh, Well are you sure there isn't anything I can do to get the board to change their mind." She pauses "I will even write a check just name your price."

She crosses her arms and sits up in the little cushion chair across from Mr. MacKenzie clearly showing that she is annoyed.

I groan internally as I roll my eyes, and look to my right out the big glass paned window thats covers the entirety of the wall.

I couldn't stand being in this smothering room another second as they discussed me as if I were not right here in this very room.

I begin to question why they even wanted me in here to begin with I knew what I had done, but it wasn't even entirely that bad it's just this prudish school wouldn't appreciate art if it bit them in the dick.

I take the time to look around the room. I don't know why.
I have been in here more then I can count, and it's still as cold and distant looking as the first time I was in here.

It's stark white, surrounded with cement wall on one side. The huge window on the other. It has the atmosphere of a prision cell.

Or maybe it was because Principle dick for brains kept it like the antarctic in here.

In the middle of the room is Mr. MacKenzie mahogany desk surrounded by his degrees and pictures of his pretentious wife and their perfect two kids.

A picture perfect family.
Yeah right.

Everyone knows he has a bottle of Tennessee bourbon in the middle drawer of his desk. Where he loves to make his morning coffees Irish.

And his bimbo wife spends more time with her yoga instructor practicing the downward dog.

Let's not forget the fucking satanic twins. Talk about the devils literal span. But in the eyes of all the adults the darling angels who do no wrong.

People forget Lucifer was an angel too. Now look where he is. But I digress.

He sits in a black swivel chair, that creaks everytime he moves. Constantly weighed down from his big round body.

On the other side of it sits two navy blue cushion chairs facing him, so he can constantly scold kids at what he deems is as a good discipline.

On the top right hand corner of him is a huge roman numeral clock. It's persistent ticking as time seems to stand still in this unwelcoming office.

I know mother wanted me in here to suffer the repercussion of my actions, while also trying to salvage her reputation.

I know nothing she says will persuade lizard face Mr. MacKenzie to let me stay in this school.
He has had it out for me since I blew up condoms and taped them to every inch of his car.

I deemed it was justifiable. He thought otherwise.

Ever since , he has wanted me out of his school. So I couldn't taint the innocences of virgin girls and protect the prestigious reputation of Overland Academy.

Fuck him.

If only he would've been more open minded enough to have given a sex education course to the school.

Where it would help persuade kids into having safe sex, and benefit from having healthy open discussions about their sexuality none of this would have happened, like I said what a bunch of prudes.

As if it's not normal for horny teenagers to want to experience a perfectly natural thing that makes them feel good. If he would've agreed it could've benefitted both boys and girls.

But somehow I am a bad influence. Whatever at least I know where the clit is.

Sex is a natural thing and I am so tired of people treating it as if it's taboo.

Especially when it's their daughters involved. God forbid women actually might enjoy sex.

As long as everyone is of consenting age and in a healthy safe relationship, where you trust your significant other, then I didnt see what the big deal was.

I come back to as I hear my principle still droning on about me.

"I know Mrs. Blake, that you want your daughter to stay at Overland Academy, but this is her fourth strike, and I have already been lenient on her already just because who she is related too."

He stares intensely at my mother, but not before I saw him glance down at my mother's breasts

My skin physically crawled as I watch him leer at my mother.

" Asshole" I muttered under my breath. My mother shoots me a deathly glare before turning her attention back.

I look down at my doc martens as I bit harder on my nails, thinking when is this going to be over with. I have a large margherita pizza and an episode of Supernatural calling my name.

My mother starts to stand "Well thank you Mr. MacKenzie for the time, and I appreciate what you have done with what you could for Stevie,"

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the hundredth time.

Can she hurry this up. My ass is going numb from sitting in this hard chair. Cushion my ass, it's itchy and uncomfortable.

"Well of course Mayor Blake, if you need anything else at all please let me know," he responded smugly as he locks eyes with me.

I bet he has the smallest penis in the world I think to myself as I give him a little smirk of my own.

She turns her attention onto me "let's go Stevie," I get up and fight the urge to flip off lizard face as I practically skip out of his office. A big fuck you, Richard MacKenzie and another big fuck you Overland Academy.

You miserable pricks, you will not be missed.