Sketched Out

Chapter 1

(Joan's POV )

I was tapping both my feet anxiously against the wood-paneled floors of my English class floor, my eyes locked onto the lock. It was my third week of being a senior here at Richland High, and I was ready for the weekend. I was finally at the top of the food chain. Only one more dreadful year in Richland Highschool.

"Rider," my English teacher called out in that husky old man sort of tone.

I blinked as he withdrew me from my trance of watching the clock.

Flipping my hair, I turned over to peer at him politely. "Mr. Jenkins?"

"Stop daydreaming. You have about 58 minutes to pay attention and learn, Mrs. Rider."

"Sorry," I mumbled, sinking into my chair and picking up my pencil again to continue to take notes.

"Yeah, Joanie," a girl a desk behind me commented flirtatiously. "You're disturbing me." she added, giggling.

I glanced around my shoulder to smirk at her. She bit down on the end of her pencil and giggled again.

"My apologies, then." I answered quietly, turning back around.

The instructors voice droned on in the lecture, and as I glanced briefly to both sides of me I could see the other Seniors were just as miserable as I was, all of us anticipating the weekend.

Abruptly the doors opened, and the assistant principal appeared. She was tall and boney and scary looking. She held a clipboard to her chest as she began to strut down the room towards Mr. Jenkins' desk, and he paused the lecture.

I blinked as I realized no one was paying attention towards the front. I followed everyone elses gaze to the door.

Trailing behind the woman was a petite blonde, holding a few books close to her, her bright lavender purse pressed securely to her side. She was dressed in a black leather skirt that ended about two inches above her knee and a sleeveless teal cami that was slightly ruffled along the top. She wore a sterlington silver cross necklace, and her light, ash blonde hair fell in loose waves across her back and shoulders. Her skin was fair and she had large, electric green eyes with the prettiest set of lips I had ever seen. She was wearing closed-toe small heels that had a small bow on the tips of her toes.

The petite brunette followed the assistant principal to Mr. Jenkins' desk, her cheeks flushed with crimson.

I tore my eyes off the pretty thing to catch everyone else doing the same thing I was. Well, almost.

Groups of boys were whispering and snickering as they gawked at her, some of them whistling as she passed by. The girls stared at her with cold looks, most of them sneering and whispering.

"Wow, what a looker. Who is that?" my friend Derrick commented.

"Don't know," I replied, my eyes analyzing her again. "I've never seen her before."

"Looks like Joan Rider has a new target." Derrick said with a guffaw.

I smirked and leaned on my desk on my elbows, continuing to stare. "Mm. Dibbs."

"When you're done with this one, I get a turn." he said as he watched her, too.

I wrinkled my nose. "We'll see."

The assistant principal was talking to Mr. Jenkins quickly and quietly as she pointed to her clipboard, showing him whatever it was. The girl was occasionally biting down on that pretty bottom lip of hers, looking painfully shy as she was forced to put up with the endless gawking, staring and whistles from the pigs of the classroom.