Chapter 2 - Ruined Sunday

There are two things you should know about me. At eighteen, I was still a virgin and second, well you are about to know it soon.

“I HATE SHOPPING”. I shouted at the top of my lungs with annoyance.

There, now you know the second thing about me too.

Yes, I know it’s a very simple and last sentence in the world whom almost every girl of my age that I know never thinks of saying.

Guess I was built differently.

Now it’s not like I always dreaded shopping. I won’t be wrong if I would say that I can shop online for life.

For me, online shopping is a blessing in disguise. If you tell me to shop for books, I would give you my heart right at that moment.

In case you haven't already guessed, let me disclose ladies and gentlemen, I Skylar Carter love books more than people. In short, I am a nerd, and a proud one too, thank you very much.

My friends always wondered why I hated it so much? Well here’s the brief version.

Calculating my monthly budget every time I select something to try on or end up buying is truly exhausting, makes me feel like I am walking on some minefield or straight into a war zone.

When you belong to a lower-middle-class family, trust me, money is always the permanent concern before anything else.

My one and only family member, my beloved Grandmother knew exactly how much I hate it, but still, I don’t know why she was constantly insisting to do so.

I know why. So you see three days ago I turned eighteen. Yay! *pops champagne cough cough underage alert! Coke*

So what’s so special about it? Well, coincidentally that day I also received a mail that gave me one of the greatest pieces of news of my life. So before summer vacation, I applied to transfer myself from my previous school, and guess what! I got selected to enrol in Archibald Academy for my senior year and the cherry on top was with a full-on scholarship ride baby.

Guess my high school life just got bigger and hopefully better.

So yeah I will be freaking pop up some expensive champagne shit, at least in my mind so piss off.

Archibald Academy was one privately owned top tier school, not only in Boston but also in the whole USA.

It’s a school for the elite or you can say rich, spoilt brats who only know how to spend money.

And you can enrol there on three ways: first, you need to be rich like you must belong to the apex level of 1% filthy rich community.

Second, you have to be in contact with someone from the inside higher authority circle of the academy.

And third, you have to be one mad genius or some freaking promising next in future ‘Einstein’ level scholar.

And I am none of the above, I got in there with my 4.5 GPA academic background and national level athletic track record.

Yes, I love to play and read.

Not only the academic program, like their tagline ‘Aim For Excellence’ the institution itself has top-notch benchmarking performance.

Archibald Academy has set a record of 100℅ admissions into ivy league institutions for its scholar students program in which I was more than interested to enrol in.

And don’t even make me talk about their library, I can spend the rest of my life there without any complaint.

It’s like a dream come true for me.

No matter how much comfort I may feel in my hoodies, jeans, sneakers and well sports shoes, According to my Gran, for me to ‘fit in’ in that school, I seriously need to revamp my wardrobe.

Ugh, do I need to though? I should convince her more politely I guess.

“Gran you should be watching your cooking channels, stop this shopping shit“ Yes that’s exactly how I convince people while being polite.

I tried to divert my Grandmother from her make 'Sky suffer' mission.

“Shut up Sky, I have already planned out everything, all you need to do is go to the mall with Chris and have some fun. And don’t worry about money, it’s a present from your ‘ God rest his pure soul in peace’ Grandfather and me.”

Guess 'mission Sky suffer locked and loaded.

Oh, my Grandmother never backs down. At seventy my Gran is all healthy and active. Sometimes I believe she is much more lively and energetic than me.

After the death of my parents, and my little brother three years ago, she was the one who took care of me, unconditionally.

My social life has never been as active as my Gran’s, so she expects to bring some ‘spiciness’ into my life. But I have no time to stick into a relationship. And yes, at present I don’t have time for this shopping shit.

“Wait, what with Chris! You old lady you want to fix me with my best friend?”

I forgot to tell you about Chris, well he has been one of the most important people in my life. Tall, tanned, freakishly smart, super cool and handsome, and filthy rich, also he goes to Archibald Academy as well.

“Oh young bird, age is just a number and I am not old. Not yet. Skylar Josephine Carter, at your age this old lady had at least had three boyfriends and all were handsome hunks, but look at you, you don’t even have one, what’s wrong with boys by the way ?”

God, I wish I could answer her question honestly, but as I don’t know what to say so I looked down to the floor.

”Answer me Sky, wait don’t you like boys? I mean are u a lesbian” Gran fired back to me.

“No Gran! I am not a lesbian, I do like boys, but never really got attracted to one.”

I did date some boys during my sophomore and junior year, but seriously, I could not even find an ounce of attraction between them and me. Well, particularly I don’t even know that what I have been looking for and what I want in a boy to stick into a relationship.

Looking at my stillness, Gran laughed at me .”Easy Sky, just kidding, although I would proudly support you even if you go for girls besides why don’t u date Chris? He is a handsome guy” Gran spoke dragging the quilt away from me to wake me up.

“Gran, I know he is very good but he is my bestie, nothing more than that, and if you are talking about a relationship, then sorry to burst your bubble, I don’t have any time for it,” I said making a disgusted face.

Chris and me! No way. My close ones have always mocked me to hook up with him, but that sounds kinda ridiculous and I know he feels the same way too.

“Anyway he is here, You are going shopping and that’s final.” Gran declared.

Chris is here?

When did Gran call him? No one even cares to inform. Gran has lost her mind. Without a word, Gran left my room. Now her mission was accomplished, she was grinning and humming down the stairs.

I got out of my bed and head for the bathroom to get ready and guess for what? SHOPPING'!

Welcome to Sky’s ruined Sunday y'all.