Jenna's POV-
For the next week me and the mystery guy met up at the same place every night. Tonight I showed up before him and I didn't even bring my mask, just my normal outer wear. Instead I wore black torn shorts, black tights (rose patterned), and a gray tank top with my combat boots. He came around the corner with his mask on. "You know, you don't always have to have it lit up. It's just me, you know," I said. He shrugged, "Cops. People. Suck. Everything sucks." "We've already agreed on that, hot shot. Take it off." "Typically I wait until I know the girls name before I take anything off, doll face. For you, just maybe," he took his mask off in the process and sat down next to me. "Then again it would be in a bed, not under here. That's not classy." "Oh shut up, asshole," I giggled. We passed the vape back and forth while we talked about life.
"Can I know your name yet, doll face? Or are you just going to be a mystery forever?" I sighed, and looked at him, "I'm Jenna. Jenna Dean. Nice to meet you, hot shot." He stared at me, "I didn't think you actually would. My name is Jace. Jace Young." We shook hands. It was quiet for a bit after. "So, Jace, where do you live. I mean, by now I know you don't go to West Side, and you've mentioned a gang, but where do you live?" Jace shot a look at me, "West Side? You go to West Side??" I slowly nodded. "I have to go." All of a sudden, Jace shot up, grabbed his stuff, and ran off. I sat in silence for a good 20 minutes. I started to get my stuff gathered up to leave when Jace came back. He plopped himself down next to me. "Are you okay," I asked. Jace nodded slowly. He sat down next to me and we passed the vape back and forth some more. We sat in quiet for a while. "I have to go," I said standing up finally. "Where are you going?" I nodded towards a club off in the distance. "Why there," Jace asked standing up. "I drum. I'm a drummer when I'm not busy with the gang. Tonight I have a gig. And no, you can't come watch. The people there think I'm someone I'm not actually. They think I'm a dude." He stared at me, "Why would they think that?" I lifted up my shirt, "I wear a sports bra while I play. Since I don't have much to offer up there anyway, they think I'm a dude. I also wear a ski mask while I play. I don't want them knowing who I am for a while." He nodded understanding what I was getting at. "I'm walking you there then," Jace said standing up. He came up beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. We started walking there in silence.
When we got to the club, he stopped before we got to the door. "Well, I guess this is goodbye for tonight," Jace said. I turned to face him, "Maybe my next gig you can come. Just not tonight. I get all hot up there and if you're there I won't be able to focus." "Why won't you be able to focus," Jace asked, smirking. "Because, hot shot, you're my friend and you're the only one who knows who I am." He shrugged, "Fair enough. I'll see you tomorrow night. Unless there's a meeting. Boss said that there's something going on at your school so he's been worried." I nodded. Jace walked forward and kissed my forehead. He turned the other direction and left.
I went in through the back door of the club, slipping my mask on. I quickly hid behind some parts of the stage that were taken down for us and took off my shorts so I could get off my tights. I shoved my tights in my book bag and slipped on my tights running out from behind the stage stuff. "Yo, Masky. You're late. Five minutes late for that matter. Where we you??" The manager of the place is an honest bitch. Even if you're late by one minute. "Sorry. I was walking here with my friend-" "Excuses, excuses. The people are waiting. Go. Now," the manager barked. I jogged out to my set. Everyone else was on stage already. "Are you ready?" the lead singer asked. All of us nodded and he started singing Suck It and See. I waited until my part came in and I started going at it.
Jace's POV-
I walked around listening to the loud music blasting from outside. "Are you gonna go in or just stalk the place?" a drunk asked. I sighed and made my way to the door. The guy let me pass him, and I went in. The room was heavy with smoke and the smell of booze. I made my way up towards the band up on stage. I located Jenna easily. She had changed her clothes some, but I knew it was her. She had on the same shorts, shoes, and shirt, just not the tights. She had on her black ski mask and was banging on the drums. I recognized the song almost automatically right when it started. I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor by Arctic Monkeys. Before they picked the song up officially (they were playing just the beginning guitar part over and over) Jenna took off her tank top. Just as she said, she had on a sports bra. Along the bottom of it, it said "PANIC! AT THE DISCO." Jenna scanned the crowd and her eyes fell on me. She didn't mess up, if anything, she hit the drums harder. By the end of the show, you could see how wet the top of the mask was. Sweat glistened her collar bones and was slowly dripping down to her bra. She stood up, bowed, and walked off of the stage. I walked outside of the club and walked home.
