Stunning Stella Chapter 1

"Stella...can you not please explain to me...how the fuck you got expelled from college?"

There I sat looking like I just got swept away by a hurricane. Being questioned my father Quentin. And surrounded by his other lovely crewmembers. My god I'm embarrassed. Here I am making a fool of myself. I can't even look up; I think I'm going to die from embarrassment.

"Well you see...father before I explain let's remember that I went to one of the best colleges in America and I am at the top-"

"Was Stella. Was. You were at the top your class till you somehow managed to get yourself expelled which you still haven't revealed how you got yourself in that situation!"

"I'll tell you...just not in front of them?"

"No! You will tell me this instant. My patience is very short right now."

"Right...well you see the United States had their...Secretary of State visited Harvard...and well I was had a bit of drugs in my system and bit to much to drink...I wasn't drunk I was just...buzzed."

"Yes yes get on with the story!"

"Okay so the Secretary of State was visiting and well I thought it was be a good idea to strip down to the day I was born...wear a mask to hide my identity and run past him and the Dean screaming bloody murder and try to run for my life and not get caught."

"That is bloody brilliant! Job well done!" Said a pudgy man with glasses. He started to clap and everyone else followed minus dad who looked like he was about to pop a vain.

My god I'm like a wounded animal someone just please put me out of my misery.

"Anyways. I didn't get caught. I made it but you see my roommate who hates me, uh her name is Eda is uh well- is jealous of my academic achievements at school and she always finishes second to me. And err...she pointed the finger at me and well the Dean doesn't like me much so they decided to take her word against me and kick me out of school."

"What! That's a load of bollocks! What a wanker!" Said a tall blond man with sunglasses.

"Yes Stella, darling wouldn't they need more evidence to kick you out?"

"Well you see I've done many...illegal things, uh wait no no troublesome things but they've never been able to catch me because there wasn't any evidence." A round full of chuckles went around after my shitty explanation.

"Sweetie! Then why in god's name would they think you were responsible for it!"

"Hmmm...I kind of left some kind marks behind that point the finger at me to let them know yes it was me but uh ha ha you don't have any evidence to say I did it. So I guess I was kind of a tease to authorities."

Loud claps rang through the dining area. I was being applauded and my face was burning. I didn't dare to look up from my hands.

"Stella may you name some of the things they think you are responsible for?" Looking and only looking at my dad I said,

"You mean the things that I may or may not have done that they have no proof that I did but think I may have something to do but I'm innocent till proven guilty?"

"Quentin I live this kid! You sweetheart are just something else!" Said a blond man on the heavier side.

Shying away I looked back at my lap. "Well they think that I started an underground newspaper and was in charged making underground rock concerts. Getting majority of the school to get involved in a marathon...that had all participants to run naked. Put the Dean's car on top of the highest building at school and well the list goes on and on."

"Brav-fucking-o! I think you've managed to sweep me off my feet and now you're the only woman I can possibly love! We must be soul mates!" Said the tall blond man. A round of chuckles went around the room.

I had all my focus on my dad and didn't dare look at anyone else. He had a serious look on his face. He finally looked at me and all seriousness left his face and was replaced with a huge grin. I was beyond confused wasn't the man suppose to yell at me?

"Stella. My god my sweet baby girl. I'm proud of you. You've-"

"What the fuck! You're p-proud of me?"

"Yes! Stella I'm proud!" He leaned in and grabs my hand and squeezed it. "You've come so far. You used to be beyond shy! Still are but you let people in once they get to you. Anyways you only used to talk to your mother and me because you were bullied for your rare eye color-"

Why did he have to mention in a room full of strangers that I was bullied when I was younger because of my purple eyes?

"You only stuck to books and music and hardly left the house. And I'll admit I was afraid that you'd die alone and only surrounded by books and music. And was scared shitless when you decided to go to the states for college-"

"I wrote to you everyday."

"Yes that did help calm my nerves. But I thought you would only attend classes, stay in your dorm and only go out to go get food and get books from the library. But look at you! Stella! You my dear have a wild side! Causing hell for everyone! Oh I'm beyond proud of you Stella!"

"T-thank you?"

"Now your mother has decided to dump you in my lap. So assuming you have no where to go or money or a job would you like to stay on the ship?"

"Well I kind of have a job. I write as a columnist under a fake name known as James Shepard for the Daily Mail and the New York Times mainly voicing my thoughts on everyday life and foreign affairs and really whatever I feel I'm in the mood to write. But I uh don't have a place to live which I'm willing live here if you'll have me. And I won't bum around I can clean and cook and whatever you're willing to have me-"

"Stella stop talking. Breathe. That's brilliant that your writing knowing so much you enjoy getting lost in your thoughts and writing it down. And yes I think I'm-we is willing to have you join us on the ship. Just one question." Raising a hand to try to get through my hair and utterly failing he asked, "what in gods name happened to you? You look are a complete wreck!"

"That's a funny story."