Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 2

AN- Pic of Stevie's house. Not exact to what I imagined, but close that it will do.

Stevie's POV

"I CANNOT! believe you went and got yourself into this mess Stevie," my mother seethes as she pulls out of the parking lot of the school.

I finally take my eyes off the passing trees to look at my mother.

Her jaw was locked as she grinded against her teeth, something she did when she was clearly upset. It was the only thing I inherited from her.

My mother was actually quite beautiful. She had sharp features across her face. High cheekbones, full prominent lips, button nose, and the cherry on the cake a sharp jaw line. Her short dirty blonde hair surrounded her heart shaped face as her hazel eyes stand out around her slightly slanted eyes. Half japanese on her father's side.

She was fairly tall for a woman standing at 5'10ft. She had the palest skin kind of like milk, smooth and creamy. Following by a narrow waist, and long legs. My mother was model worthy beautiful. Really.

As I child I would just watch her as she would do her makeup hoping that I could be as perfect and beautiful as her when I was older.

Atlas God had different plans for me. My Mother and I look nothing alike.

I am pale, like her, but with the contrast of my wild brown hair makes it makes me look sickly.

Never learning to contain my curls I inherited from my Irish father so its almost always up in a bun.

The worst of it all is height, how I wished I got that from my mother, but nope standing tall at a whopping 5'5ft. Supposedly my height is from my grandma on my mother's side, but the rest of me I am the spitting imagine of my father.

My eyes are the only thing I love about me. The palest blue grey. I had a boy at summer camp tell me that the were like looking at thunder clouds when lightening strikes.

But I think it was a pick up line because after he asked if I could give him a hand job.

"STEVIE!," yells my mother as she pulls me from my thoughts. I quickly snap my attention to her as she darts her eyes to me before going back too watching the road.

"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?" she questions.

I cross my hands over my chest amplifying my very much large breasts another thing I did not get from my mother as I let out a deep breath.

"Not really,"I say candidly.

She glares at me as she turns into our driveway. She parks and turns off the car as she turns her full attention on me.

"What do you mean not really young lady. Do you have any idea what this will do to you. Do you care at all about your education Stevie," disappointment leaves her mouth.

I look away from her I can't really look at her when I know I have disappointed her. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

I close my eyes as I picture my father. God I wish he were here right now. He would understand.

Don't get me wrong I love my mother, but me and her don't really see eye to eye on alot of things.