Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 4

STEVIE'S POV

I grumble as I open the door to my house. I kick my shoes off next to the shoe stand by the front door.

Mom will murder me if I walk on her white carpet with shoes on.

As I walk in I notice its whisper quite all the lights are off. The faint lamp light, and low muffle sound coming from the TV, lets me know my mother is still up.

I walk into the archway den, its the first right that's down the long stretch of hallway from the front door. I whimper a little, as I trudge my way towards the black leather couch.

God my feet are killing me. Obviously not used to standing for eight hours straight.

I slumped down on the couch my back meeting cold leather, as I look at my mother.

She looks up at me from some paper work she has scattered across the identical love seat across from me. She is stretched out on it. She has a small navy blue throw blanket across her legs keeping her warm.

Her reading glasses perched on her nose like a librarian. She takes a swig of red wine, she looks over at me with a small smile "How was it?" She politely questions.

I take a deep breath in "It was fine, V had this nice but annoyingly happy girl train me. I made a hundred bucks in tips and got hit on twice by someone older than grandpa." I say as a shiver runs down my spine.

Gross how old men see young women as nothing but someone to flirt with. I literally could be their grand-daughter, I cringe at the thought.

Heaven forbid we get treated like actually human beings with brains that have thoughts, and ideas.

She lightly chuckles at my displeasure of getting hit on old dudes. "Well I glad you enjoyed most of it besides the older men hitting on you. I am sorry about that, but hey look on the bright side they are twenty dollars short and you are hundred dollars richer." She says with a slight comical grin.

I laugh a little "I guess your right," as I pull out my tips.

It feels nice to make my own money. Not that I need any extra, mom makes plenty for us. It's just something about making it yourself, ya know.

She clears her throat a sign to tell me she wants my attention. "Sweety there is something important I have to discuss with you." She hesitantly says.

I can feel the nerves in my stomach flutter as I mentally prepare myself.

She called me sweety she only calls me that when she has something bad to say.

"What is it," I say the nerves making my voice come out shaky.

She sits up straighter as she clings to the glass of wine. "Well I have spent all day trying to find a good school around here to take you in. So you can finish your last year without falling behind." She says delaying the big news.

"Mom please just say what you need to say," I snap.

She tucks hair behind her ear as she responds not at all as confident as I would like her to be. "Not one good private school wants to take you in." She takes another sip of wine as she swallows.

"They have heard about what you turn in, as your art project and half the school board at these schoos are very christian women. With traditional views on the concept of their daughters having sex."

Meaning they didn't want their daughters having sex until they were married. No prestigious collard man of class would want a sexual ambiguous wife.

They were to be somewhat virgins until the wedding night. The less they knew about sex the better the men felt about not measuring up. It all came down to a man's ego.

I grunt my displeasure as I continue to hear my mother speak.

"They believe if they let you in, surrounding their daughters that you will be a very bad influence on them."

I roll my eyes as I crack my knuckles.

Clearly irritated that these stuck up wives think I some sort of sexual villain, who is going to mind rape their daughters to drop everything they ever believed in, and become some sort of a jezebel.

Give me a break.

I kick my legs up onto the little brown coffee table that's in front of me. While crossing my arms annoyed with these white women.

Bitch you are white too. Can you just shut up please. Now is not the time.

How dare these pompous women exclude me from going to a good school just because I could actually teach their daughters how to obtain equal pleasure in the bedroom.

Something I am very sure they probably have trouble doing as well. I would bet all my tips they were getting their rocks off to the gardener or pool boy as we speak, because the sex they have with their husbands were as dull as their boring ass lives that they like to paint as flawless.

Yeah doubtful. They were in hell and taking their daughters with them, but I refuse to be one of them.

I start counting my fingers, one two three, one two three. A nervous tick I have that my dad taught me before a panic attack comes. If I can get my brain to focus on something else then the feeling of panic will disappear. I grind my teeth, feeling the wave of anxiety and anger come off me.

I look up at mom "So if no school wants me, where am I going to finish highschool," I shamelessly ask.

"Well there was one school who did not care about you track record."

I feel the drop of nerves building in my stomach as I waiting for the ball I know thats about to drop.

"Which is," I whisper, scared to hear what's about to come out of her mouth.

She looks at me with assertiveness. "Somerville High, you start on Monday," she quickly says.

My stomach drops as I hear those words. Not Somerville High, I think to myself.

I know I shouldn't judge, but a upper class girl like me will stick out like a sore thumb. They are going to eat me alive.

No maybe they want know me, I mentally note trying to calm myself down.

I groan heavily as I get off the couch.

Irritated that I am now about to be apart of the delinquent calvary. It can't be so bad. It will be an adventure. Sure, filled with gangs and druggies, but something has got to be better than this.

Never know maybe I'll meant a gang member. No, maybe I'll join a gang. Even better.

I could just imagine my mother's face if I showed up with friends that have tear drop tattoos.

A smile curves my lips at the mental image. Talk about sweet victory.

Maybe this school wouldn't be so bad.

I say goodnight to my mother, as she pats my arm, her way of comfortly showing me I will be just fine.

I go up the stairs into my room, as I make my way to my bathroom setting the shower to the hottest setting.

Striping my dirty clothes, I step into the sweltering heat. If my skin isn't pink, then I am not clean.

I am still shocked, that I will be going to Somerville High. The school is notorious for drop outs, sinners and thugs. I definitely will stick out, but that just gives me an excuse to ransacked my wardrobe for something acceptable to wear.

I bath myself off then getting out to change into some sleep shorts and a big t shirt as I climb into my king size bed.

Pulling back my lavender colored comforter, I snuggle in. I clap my hands to make my lights go out.

The last thought before I drifted off to sleep was please don't let anyone know who I am at this school.

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AN- Yayyyyy. New school. Jk.

She gets to meet the guys tomorrow I am so excited I can't wait.

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