Together

•Twenty Five•

[ M I K A Y L A ]
Surprisingly, the plane ride was quick and I did at one point forget the I was even on the plane. Jace had just picked me up from the airport and is explaining what I had to do. "So we'll go to the school tomorrow at six. The game officially starts at seven meaning that you will be singing at six fifty-ish."

Jace's school needed someone to replace Beyonce at their national basketball game.

I know. Small town girl, Mikayla King was acting in place of Queen Bey.

The nerves slowly kicked in. "How many people are gonna be there?"

"Roughly three thousand," he shrugged and I gulped. Jace glimpsed at me and smirked towards the road. "Bae, no reason to be nervous. I know you can do it." He said, caressing my thigh which instantly calmed me.

The two of us got out of the car before getting into the elevator and he held the door to his apartment open for me. I smiled. "You have the cutest little house."

He laughed, shutting the door. "Well, I try to keep it as neat as possible."

A door on the left side of the house swung open and out came a girl with bright blue hair, walking out in shorts and a strapless croptop. She looked at me and smiled, giving me a hug. "You must be Mikayla."

My eyes widened but I forced a smile once we released. "Yeah. Who are you? Who is she?" I look at Jace with that you better not be doing what I think you're doing look.

He rolled his eyes at that. "This is Lula."

I nodded slowly and turned to her. "Well....uhm, you're way prettier than I thought you were. I don't know why everyone is just prettier than me these days," I shrugged.

Lula giggled. "Well, I'll accept the compliment."

"Where is she?" I turn around and see a guy. He was probably two or three inches taller than Jace with brown straight and short hair and brown eyes. A lot of stubble on his chin as well. His eyes locked with mine and he came up and hugged me. "Mikayla!"