Sketching June

02

June Hopps
I search though my closet looking for anything to wear to this stupid party. Even though I didn't want to go I figured I'd be a good friend and go to support Sawyer in his attempts to find a boyfriend. I settled on a white skirt pink crop top and a throw over. Good enough. I sigh thinking to myself.

I text Sawyer real quick telling him to come pick me up.  He didn't live very far away so it didn't take him long to get here. Mom didn't even notice the door opened, like usual she's more enveloped in other people's lives.

"Damn girl! That's cute as shit!"

"I literally just trashed my closet and threw on what ever looked good." I chuckle.

"June you're closet is like every girls dream shut up." He rolled his eyes throwing the truck in drive.

               Kolin Thatcher
"Kol. What's this?" Trev knocked on my door opening it slightly.
"What?" I asked not looking up from my sketch pad.
"This address... party at 8? Dude you got invited to a party?! And you're sitting here?!"
"Well yeah... why the fuck would I wanna go to that shit, all it is, is a bunch of kids getting drunk, making fun of the losers -me- and smoking pot." I scrunch my nose up in disgust.
"You're not a loser people just don't know how cool you are yet." He smiled. "Besides you smoke pot."
"Yeah but not with jocks. Jocks get Fucking stupid when they're high." I roll my eyes.
"Just go." He ordered
"No."
"You'll regret it!" He said as he left my room.
"One can only hope." I sigh as I continue my sketch.
30 minutes pass and I sit in my room completely bored out of my mind and out of weed.. fuck it. I think jumping out of my seat and making my way over to my dresser a pull out a black Tank-top styled like venom from Spider-Man and a black hoodie I grab my car keys and walk out of my room.
"You going to that party?"
"Fuck off Trevor!" I grunt.
"Have fun!"
"Okay I'm gonna go get high and drunk now!"
"Okay don't die! Unless you want to then cool shit bro."
"Wow... guardian of the year." I say standing in the door way.
"Get the fuck outta here!" He yells throwing a spoon at me.
"Ow fuck okay!" I yell "I love you!" I say quickly before closing the door behind me and running down the stairs. I jump in my car starting it up, 9 in the afternoon blaring across the radio as I sped down the street. I look at the slip 42 Harrison ave. shit.... that's where all those rich kids live.. I shake off that bad feeling and keep driving so what... the kids rich where'd I think the party would be?
I turn onto Harrison ave and the place is packed you can hear the music from down the street. I park in the first spot I find and get out I lock my doors-not that anyone would wanna steal this piece of shit- and I walk up the sidewalk. I walk up to the door of the house with the flashing lights and loud ass music. I knock lightly hoping no one will hear but sadly the door flies open to reveal the jock from earlier..
"HEY!!! Kolin!!" He yelled the alcohol prominent on his breath.
"Kennedy? Right?"
"Yeah man! Common in!" He grabbed me by the nape of my neck and dragged me inside closing the door behind us.
The place was loud and obnoxious but for some reason everyone's eyes fell on me and went silent.
"HEY EVERYONE THIS IS KOLIN!" Kennedy shouted. It was dead silent for a few minutes and then everyone broke out into a drunken cheer.
"S-So where ya from?" Kennedy slurred.
"Queens." I yell over the music.
"Like New York?!"
"That'd be the one." I say sarcastically. I walk aimlessly trying to find the kitchen, I walk through a cloud of smoke and stop.
"Yo can I get a hit?" I ask the little blonde wearing way too much make up and a push up bra to make her A cup look like a C.
"Uh... Neal? Who the fuck is this?" She looks me up and down.
"Kennedy invited me." I explain to the tall guy now towering over me.
"Name?"
"Kolin. Thatcher. I'm new.." I say making dead eye contact pretending like I wasn't about to piss my pants.
"You smoke?" He questioned eyeing me up and down.
"What my look doesn't scream 'I smoke'" I chuckle a little nervously.
"True... true. Only someone high would wear a shirt like that."
"Actually I wasn't high. I'm sober right now trying to get high." I snap a little. Insult me all you want but don't fuck with my comic book villains.
"Whatever you ain't getting none of my weed kid get the fuck outta here."
"Okay okay! I get it. New kid ain't welcome." I smirk throwing my hands up like the smartass I am as I walk away. I continue my journey to the kitchen where I find about a million different alcohol types siting on an island. I grab a $60 bottle of rum and throw it in some sprite. I turn around immediately bumping into someone knock my drink all over them.... it was a girl. THE girl. The one from Art class.
"Oh my god I am so sorry." I yell flustered trying to put down the cup and look for paper towels she just stands there with her arms spread out with a shocked expression on her face.
"What the hell!" She groans.
"I'm so sorry I swear I didn't mean it." I babble still frantically looking for anything to clean up the mess.
"It's fine forget it!" She slams her hands against her sides. "Nice white skirt.. ruined." She sighed sitting on a bar stool. "I told Sawyer I shouldn't have come... this party is such a drag.."
"Pft.. tell me about it." I cross my arms leaning against the counter. I hesitate for a moment. "Uh... here!" I say taking off my sweatshirt passing it to her. "Is it long enough to cover that stain?"
She takes my sweat shirt and slips it on "I think it'll do the trick.. thanks even though it was your fault." She smirks crossing her arms.
"Yeah... sorry about that." I chuckle rubbing the nape of my neck.
"D-Do you want me to take you home?" Her eyes widened, and then I realized how that sounded
"Oh god no! Not like that I meant, you said you weren't having fun and I just thought maybe I could give you a ride home cuz I ruined your skirt and now I feel bad because now you wreak of alcohol and it's all my fault a-"
"It's fine!" She giggles cutting me off "I get it." She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear "I would but my parents always told me not to get in a strangers car."
"What?"
"Your name might help." She leaned in and whispered.
"Oh shit! Yeah yeah yeah! Uh my name, it's Kolin. Kolin Thatcher." I extended my hand to her.
"Hello Kolin Thatcher, my name is June Hopps. But everyone calls me Junie." She smiled.
"Okay.. hi Junie. Can I take you home?"
"I'd be honored." She smirked as she courtesies.
"Then please Ms. Hopps lead the way." I smiled as she walked by me towards the exit.