Jolene pulled her red Suzuki motorcycle up to the front parking spot in the school parking lot. She knew that Patrick was behind her somewhere, but he'd chosen to obey the speed limits. That made her laugh. Her brother, law-abiding. As she straightened up, she looked behind her to see the '64 mustang pull into the lot. She waved and climbed off of the bike, adjusting her backpack which held all of her books. With a smile, she waited for her older brother to get out of and lock up his car, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder.

Patrick couldn't help being annoyed that his little sister refused to accept a ride from him. Did she always have to drive that stupid motorcycle? It was dangerous, didn't she knew that? With a sigh, he walked over to his sister, momentarily tsking at the outfit she was wearing. Tight leather pants, a black tank top and a black leather jacket, with black high heeled boots, she could do better. Somehow she didn't look trashy like some women would, which was something he was proud of, she made everything look elegant. He was wearing simply a t-shirt and jeans, both covered in Lobo's white and black fur.

"Are you coming?" She called, tapping her toe. "You are going to make up late for school." As she said that, he could see a smile forming on her lips.

"Yeah, yeah. You're as bad as a wife." He teased her, coming up and putting his arm around her shoulder.

"You wish." She said, before shrugging off his arm and starting off. "You wish you could find a girl as good as me." She told him as they walked for the school.

Jolene and Patrick walked to the school, stopping when they saw the group of people kneeling down to pick up books. Jolene recognized Arabelle and Tabatha, but not the guy. "Is this some kind of game?" She asked as she leaned down to grab some papers that had fluttered out.

Patrick couldn't help but smile down at the blonde. There was nothing for him to pick up, so he just took in the view. "I knew this school was haunted." He joked. "Something tipped your bag, right?" He said, cracking a charming smile as he tried brushing off the course fur. "Damned dog."

"That's what you get for having a wolf as a pet." Jolene commented as she held out the papers for the blonde. "Do you need help to first period, Arabelle?" She asked, since they had first period together.

Patrick enjoyed the smile he received from Arabelle. It was cute, and he always liked sweet, no one was sweet around him. All the girls, it seemed, tried to compete with his sister. But why would he want someone like his sister? That was just gross. He glanced at Micheal and threw him a stiff smile and a lift of his chin in acknowledgment. Then, he let his eyes land back on the blonde, his smile turning devilish.

Jolene went with Tabatha and Arabelle, waving back at her big brother. "Sorry, Arabelle." She said in a whisper. "He's such a geek, jokes about haunted places? He must be stoned or something." Though she knew that her brother didn't do drugs. "How are you two doing today?" She asked the two.

Jolene reached around Arabelle to rub Tabatha's shoulder. "Please don't worry, honey. The more you worry the sicker you will get." She told her, smiling pleasantly. She had to laugh at being called a queen. "Ah, my peasant. I am.. Well, I will live. I had yesterday off, so I got to do all my homework. Finally, I won't be behind on an assignment." She said, beginning to laugh, just as one of her co-workers ran into her, knocking her off of the chain and forward.

"Oh, Bryson." She said, flashing him a smile after she corrected herself. "Hey, how are you doing?" She asked, reaching for Arabelle again as she looked at the boy.

Jolene had decided to go to the library first period instead of staying in class the entire time. With her books in hand, she made her way into the library, more than happy to be away from the learning and with the books. As she breathed in, she couldn't help but smile and absorb the smell of new books. It was her favorite smell, that or new car. But, she never had new cars, she enjoyed fixing up the old ones and driving them. Finding a comfortable chair, she sat down, curling her legs underneath herself and opened her book.