Sketched Out

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Pre Chapter 1 -

( Joan's POV )

I woke up in the dimly lit, foreign room. My body ached and I didn't want to wake up, but I knew I had to. I glanced over where my one night stand slept peacefully, her back turned to me, she was completely nude beneath the flimsy white sheets that draped over her curvatious body.

I very quietly leaned up in the bed and slipped away the covers as I stood up, my naked body exposed to the cold air. I spotted my clothes near the beds edge and approached them, squeezing my dark purple skinny jeans on and slipping on my graphic tee from one of my favorite bands I had worn lastnight at the concert. It reaked of alcohol, musk and stale perfume.

Truth be told, I didn't expect to be hooking up with a girl tonight, I was just happy to attend the concert. But I wanted her, and had to have her.

I fumbled around in her room for a bit before I found a brush and began combing through my fire-engine red strands. I flipped my hair and smirked to myself as I began sliding on my shoes, black vans.

I stiffened as I heard stirring in the bed. The fake blonde

rolled over and gazed at me, a smile lighting up her face.

"Where are you going, love?"

"I have to work early today," I lied. "I don't want to be late."

She yawned sleepily as she propped her head on her palm, gazing at me with her chestnut brown eyes. "That's too bad, I was going to make pancakes this morning." she said, ditzy as ever.

"Sorry, babe." I replied, tying the shoelaces on my shoes.

"That's okay," she yawned, twirling a strand of her obvious fake bleach-blonde hair. "Will you call me?" she asked, the sheets slipping dangerously low to her breasts as she looked at me with a boggled expression.

I bit my lip, tempted for round two of the blonde, but I restrained myself. "Of course, beautiful." I lied again, heading towards the door. Poor girl, she was probably too tired to know she hadn't even given me her number.

She smiled and sunk back into her pillows, closing her eyes. "Good."

I smiled and headed out of her apartment for the first and last time.

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