I woke up at the usual time just a little earlier and I heard water pouring. I got up quickly and looked out my balcony and it was raining. I love the rain so much.
I walked to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped down and walked into the shower. After 10 minutes I got out and changed into some leggings and a white long sleeved shirt.
After I brushed my teeth and brushed through my hair I put on some boots and put on some waterproof mascara and a nude lip color. I put everything into my bag and grabbed a coat.
I walked out my room and I heard no noise coming from my moms room. I walked down stairs and down the hall to knock on her door. After 2 knocks she still didn't answer. As much as I loved the rain I was not going to walk in it. "Mom! Get up!" I banged.
Tired of waiting I opened the door seeing Matthew with no clothes on. I closed the door as quick as possible. I blinked a few times turned around and walked away to the living room.
I was permanently scarred for life. I sat on the couch completely disgusted. My mom came out of her room in sweats and a huge sweater. She grabbed her keys and walked out signaling it was time to leave.
I walked out the door and went in the car. "Do you not know how to knock or what?" My mom asked focusing on the road. "Um I'm sorry. And for your information I did knock and you didn't even say anything so next time lock your door or something." I said in a harsh tone.
I got to school and walked to my first class and sat in my seat. I was 20 minutes so I went on my phone and texted my dad.
Me: Hey dad. I miss you a lot
Dad: Hey sweetie. I miss you too. How have you been doing?
Me: Bad. I just walked in on Matthew naked and people are spreading rumors about me.
Dad: What!? Don't listen to them. And I'm sorry that your eyes saw that. I have to work so I'll call you later after school?
Me: okay. Love you
Dad: love you tooMy dad and I are pretty close. I miss him a lot. I put my phone down and took out my supplies so I can be ready once the bell rang. "Stella, please come up." Mr. Carol said which scared me.
I grabbed my phone and left my other things behind. "Yes?" I asked standing in front of his desk. "You are failing my class right now. You don't turn in assignments and when you do there is no effort put into it." He took a sip of his black coffee.
"Yea um I know," I looked away avoiding eye contact and that's when Dylan walked in making eye contact with me. I instantly turned my head back to Mr. Carol. "I think I'm going to have to schedule a parent conference with your mom." I sighed. Seriously what am I 10?
"I don't think that would be necessary. Really. I'll bring it up." I begged. "Go back to your seat." I turned around and sat in my seat. I rested my head in my arms. The bell rang and I picked up my head and put my phone away.
"Good morning class, today we are going to write an essay on the previous book we've read. And you Stella unfortunately are going to have to read the book by next week so I'll give you extra time." All the teenagers groaned.
"Enough, enough. For everyone else I want you to brainstorm and then write your rough draft. Also I will be calling you up to tell you your grade in this class." Everyone scattered through their notes and started to work.
I pulled out that stupid book and started to read it. That rumor started to simmer down. I could feel eyes on me and I looked over and Dylan was staring at me and smiled. I somewhat smiled back and went back to reading that book.
"Stella." Mr. Carol said and I went up to his desk. "Yes? I already know my grade." Running my fingers through my semi damp hair. "Look I just contacted your stepfather Matthew.." Excuse me? Stepfather? I could feel my face heating up and I started to breath heavily. "Stepfather? Excuse me but he isn't my stepfather okay? Get your shit straight. Go ahead and have a conference I could care less."
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It's Complicated
FanfictionThis story is about a 17 year old girl named Stella Ramirez. Her parents are divorced and she's had a troubled past. Dylan and Stella knew each other for a very long time.