Just Between Us

Chapter 1

Setfani's pov

"Stef, come on now. You said you were gonna be a good sport," my dad called from the kitchen.

He needs to shut the fuck up. For like- five minutes. Scratch that, the whole day. Just no talking. Matter of fact, leave me home. I haven't smoked a bowl in a while...

"Steffff you did promise to be a good sport, didn't you?" My dad continues to annoy me.

"I said that with the last one!" I called back from my room and my hand slipped as I attempted to make my wings with my eyeliner.

"Ughhhh!"

This is is just great.

Fucking fantastic.

I decided to get creative and used the smudge as a base to create an Egyptian looking outline for my eyes and it actually turned out great. The optimist and pessimist are equally matched.

I found my leather flip flops to go with my white toe nail polish and gold seashell anklet. It looked really cute with my braids and my ripped shorts with the off the shoulder white crop top shirt I had.

I had a small stride as I grabbed my bag and met up with my dad in the hallway.

"You look just like your mom," my dad took a moment and his soft green eyes met mine.

Whatever.

"Too bad I don't remember what my mom looks like," I brushed him off and he sighs heavily as he places a hand on my shoulder.

"Come on Stef, don't be like this," he pleads.

"Can we just get this over with?" I turned away from him. He just makes me sick. Money's a perk but it can only take you so far- like having full custody of your child far.

"I promise you, this one's a good one. She's the one," my dad's eye sparkled with- I think that's what hope looks like. Please.

"You said the same thing about the last one," I crossed my arms.

"Okay, but this one's different," he shrugs.

"You said that with the last one as well- and the one before her- and the one before that one and.... how far down the list do want me to go? I can't even remember their names, or the one from last month. Come on dad, really?" I rolled my eyes and he sighs in defeat.

"I'm trying," he holds the door open for me as we go out to wherever he decided to make arrangements to meet his fiancé aka: my new step mom.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah and I want a stranger to come in here thinking I'm just gonna call her mommy for a rouse," I rolled my eyes as I scrolled around my playlist in the car.

"Stef..." my dad tried to reason.

"Kent..." I blinked at him with the slightest clue on why he's giving me such a hard time.

He groans in frustration and I couldn't help but smirk as I know he has no say in this. He's such a loser, I don't care how much money he makes. To me, he's a loser. He separated me from my mom when I was a toddler. I'm nineteen and a weed addict- maybe I'm overdoing it with the 'weed addict' thing, but I practically smoke every day because he's working... everyday.

And it's very relaxing. Ten out of ten, highly recommended.

I tried the 'nic' trend and that's not for me. If it's not organic, I'm gonna panic. Nicotine makes me wanna barf and that's probably because it's man made. So the buzz is shitty.

I hadn't realized the car stopped infront of, I don't know what this. A parlor? It's a dock with a whole bunch of boats..

"Are we boat shopping?" My brows scrunched unimpressed with his efforts to swoon women.

"Yacht. I rented a yacht for us to have lunch with Lillian. Now I believe you promised to be a good sport," my dad gave me a careful look.

"Fine- whatever," I groaned and he clapped his hands before getting out.

The sun was overbearingly bright as we walked along the wooden docks. I liked the way the water would sound as it crashed against the banks. There wasn't a lot of seagulls so it was perfect for me to tolerate, even enjoy. It was actually pretty decent until five minutes later, sailors started yelling from ship to ship and I just wanted to leave all over again.

"Edwards? You're a tad bit behind schedule," a waiter aquatints us from outside the yacht my dad rented out for the day.

No wonder he has his trousers in a twist. He fucking hates the water. I, on the other hand, love it. He even has little sails on his Ralph Lauren to match his cargo shorts. I'll let this man indulge in the act. For now at least.

"Yes; sorry. Cant help but be fashionably late, am I right?" He laughs lightly and nudges me.

I nudge him back but in a more 'don't fucking touching me' type of nudge.

Taking note of the interior, I became bored. The dark wooden floors were well polished. Everything practically shined from furniture to plates, it all sparkled.

I'm gonna be sick.

The smell of pine wood floor polish overwhelms me and I could feel my cheeks get hot. Slightly swaying side to side on a boat definitely does NOT go in my favor.

"Dad, fresh air- now," I emphasized and he points out towards the deck.

Rushing out of that hell hole, I leaned over the rails and soaked under the sun as I smelled the salty air.

That's more like it.

I indulged a bit longer but I could feel my vein twitch as a set of footsteps stopped near me. Not entirely next to me but from a distance.

"You must be Kent's daughter, Stefani, I'm Lillian," a woman with skin that practically looked like a fresh made vanilla latte with sweet foam coated on top. Her brown hair had slight highlights to them but they weren't over done to a sense that they'd be noticeable. It was actually good for her complexion. She had a white button up top with a collar and the bottom half of the shirt was tied to give her ivory white dress pants a high waited look and her heels were sand brown with a straw hat having a black band around it...

"Uh- right, he did say you could be a little stand off-ish, but not to worry. I can't imagine what you must be feeling meeting me only to find out that I'll be your new step mom," Lillian's blue eyes were intimidated by my presence and she snatched her hand back realizing I wasn't going to shake it.

Her pink lips curled in a nervous smile as her blue eyes wandered in every direction trying to find something- anything that could take the awkwardness that her mind is drowning her own self in...

I, on the contrary, isn't bothered by this at all. I've heard this a hundred times.

She's pretty, but it's only a matter of time before she leaves. My dad is never faithful. I say month tops. I wouldn't blame her for leaving.

"No need to worry, that's what every woman before you said and here we are... I'd honestly be doing you a favor if I show you out," I leaned over the rails again to find tranquility in looking at the waters.