This Was Not Planned

Chapter 1

This was not planned. Stella was supposed to come home with nobody there. She was supposed to spend the evening curled up in her bed, binge watching Game of Thrones or Mr. Robot, eating pizza and ice cream and enjoying a peaceful Friday night. But instead she comes home to obnoxiously high-pitched laughter, the smell of at least ten different perfumes and six pairs of designer shoes sprawled out on the floor. It was in moments like this, that Stella regretted not moving in with her three friends. They had offered her a room, but she had planned on staying with her family until her study of performing arts was over. What at the time had seemed like the perfect idea to save money for later, had turned out to be pure torture, because living with her family meant living with her younger sister, and living with her sister meant dealing with her sisters friends.
Those girls, all from the upper-class of New York, could give Regina George a run for her money - character and intelligence wise. It was okay though; they weren't supposed to be smart anyways. They were all destined to do nothing for all of their childhood, then marry some old CEO, appear by that CEOs side for all those extremely fancy events, then give the CEO some kids (preferably a boy) and after six years of marriage the CEO would die in a mysterious fashion and leave back a "mourning" widow. But until then they would spend their days shopping and their nights fangirling over Ryan Gosling and whatever boyband was in at the moment. Currently that boyband was Standing Third Revolution. Under normal circumstances Stella would have loved that band. It was her taste of music - punk-rock with a hint of alternative - but since the public declared them to their new One Direction and had the faces of the band members plastered on every magazine and street corner, Stella had grown to detest them. She even stopped listening to Green Day because they went on tour with Standing Third Revolution.
Her younger sister though, was obsessed. And by obsessed she didn't mean the kind where you collect posters, own all albums and read innocent fanfiction. No her sister was OBSESSED. Her room was covered with the faces of the band members, she could quote 50-minute interviews they gave for the Zach-Sang-Show, after she met the drummer four months ago she didn't wash herself for three weeks, and if it hadn't been for her teacher Mrs. Radley she would probably still smell like she bathed in the canalization of New York City. Hell, her sister was so obsessed with the band, that she even listed the Standing Third Revolution fanfiction that was based on Fifty Shades of Grey as her favorite book.
Huffing, Stella placed her shoes next to the door. An encounter with her little sister and her minions was the last thing she needed, so she decided to attempt to get to her room, without anyone noticing. She had almost made it to her room when her phone went off, blasting Guns and Ships from the musical Hamilton. "Fucking Alexa", Stella muttered under her breath. She loved the girl to death, but she had a habit of calling in the weirdest moments, which is why Stella decided to personalize every one of her friends' ringtones, so that she knew, when to ignore and when not. "Listen you weirdo, you probably just cost me my free night so please, have a good reason to call", Stella harshly whispered into her phone. She could hear Alexa laughing, "hello to you too my dear friend." Faint footsteps could be heard from the kitchen. "HA! I thought I had heard someone", Stefanie, her sister, appeared in the door, wearing a knowing smirk, "weren't you going to say hi to us?" "I would love to, but I have to go, I have this project I'm working on with Alexa", pointing to the phone, Stella grabbed a couple of random books that were lying on her desk. Stefanie raised an eyebrow and pointed to the books on Stella's arm, "what kind of project do plan on working on, that includes a book about algebra, the farming of bananas and a...", her eyes widened in shock, "...Kamasutra? Damn, sis, I didn't know you were that kinky!" Stella looked down in shock, just to see that she had indeed grabbed the mentioned book. "Uhm yeah, we're writing about developing new positions for banana farmers by using algebraic calculations", Stella turned red, inwardly cursing Lorena and Malin for gifting her with the Kamasutra for her twentieth birthday. They had said that it's to spice up her love life. More like make things awkward with her anyways annoying sister. She could hear Alexa and who she assumed to be Lorena laughing on the other side of the phone. Those two were in a hell lot of trouble once she made it to their apartment. "Interesting", Stefanie smirked, "well I don't want to be the reason why some banana farmers don't get laid, so don't let me stop you, and tell me when you've figured out a new position." Glaring at Stefanie, Stella fled the scene, feeling absolutely humiliated. Stefanie would most likely tell her parents, which would lead her to have the weird mother-daughter conversation, which she had been successfully avoiding for the past five years.