The Switch

Chapter Three: Pool Parties and Pretty Boys

Hey guys and girls! I wanted to pop this chapter up because well I won't have to time to post on 15th since well my sister graduates tomorrow, my bestirred turns sixteen tomorrow and I'll be at her party Saturday. I have to babysit on Tuesday and Thursday but atleast SCHOOLS OUT! 

I hope you enjoy this chapter. To be honest, Jess is a lot easier to write than Skylar but now you know why she acts the way she does. No SPOLIERS! I was going to say something  but then I remembered this is at the beginning! 

Hope you enjoy! 

Picture: Ryder and Justin

Video: the trick is what Jess did!

Love Lots,

Sabrina!

Without further ado I give you POOL PARTIES AND PRETTY BOYS! 

Chapter Three: Pool Parties and Pretty Boys

Skylar's P.O.V

It was now Wednesday and school was starting back next week. It has been a week since Ryder chose to lick the floor rather than kiss me. I still didn't understand why he would do that. Ugh I couldn't sleep because tomorrow was when I had to go with my mom to see my grandma. I haven't seen her since the day she told me I was a disgrace to the family. 

Well excussse the hell out of me. 

I kept tossing and turning all through the night. When ten o'clock struck the next morning, I was a walking zombie. My eyes could barely open and I was cranky. I was in my silky bath robe when I went downstairs to ask my mom to stay home.

My mom was in designer jeans and a purple blouse. Her blonde hair was done in a elegant bun with wisps of blonde hair framing her face. She was sipping her morning green tea when I walked in. She glanced up at me, scanning my face before shaking her head.

"Honey, are you ill?" She asks with concern lacing her voice. I shake my head no. "Then what's wrong?"

"I just didn't get much sleep. Do you think I can stay home? You know how Rosa gets when I don't look my best at all times."

 Rosa was my grandma but I was only allowed to call her Rosa. She was an uptight lady that had to be prim and proper all the time. She was why I only saw a glimpse of my mom in sweats and my dad's old t-shirts. Every other time I saw my mom, she was elegant and clean. All I ever wanted a caring, loving, mother. Sure, she was caring but I wanted to see her let loose from the buns and wear sweats with me, stuffing our face in pizza and ice cream. 

"Are you sure?" She asks, typing on her laptop. She didn't even glance at me before sighing closing her laptop. She stands up. "Yeah honey. Julia!" My mom yells at our maid. 

"Yes ma'am?" Julia whimpers, not wanting to catch the rash of my mother.