Luckily Scott and I had no time to talk on the drive home because he took his bike so school that day. When we finally got to my house I got off the bike and handed him his helmet.
"Don't forget if dad asks your meeting me at the concert." I told him.
"I know." He answered.
I started to make my way to the door.
"I don't like lying." He called out after me.
"I can tell. You suck at it." I responded before opening the door and walking inside.
"Dad." I called out.
There was no answer. I looked around and there was no sign of him. He must still be at work.
I quickly jumped into the shower to make shore I got off all the dried blood. I washed my hair so many times I swear it was going to fall off. No matter what I did I could not make myself feel clean.
Once I was done I walked out of the bathroom not bothering to wrap myself in a towel. I knew I was the only one in the house. I made my way to my room and pulled on a pair of back underwear and my strapless white and black striped bathing suit top. I then pulled over my legs a par of shier black tights. I put on a pair of old jeans that I cut up into shorts. They were torn up in the front so the pockets where nonexistent. And they were all frayed on the bottom.
On top of my bathing suit I pulled a shier long sleeve shirt. That covered me but was see threw. I tucked it in to my shorts quickly not caring if it looked perfect just wanted it tucked in. I grabbed some silver bracelets and rings throwing them on then went to the bathroom to quickly blow dry my hair.
It only took about ten minutes for my hair to dry perfectly into its natural curls. I let them fall down and looked at myself in the mirror. Perfect.
I looked at my phone.
"They should be here soon." I said to myself.
I through on my favorite black boots. Grabbed my small black bag and went into the living room to wait.
It was not long until I heard my door bell ring. I shot up and ran to the door.
"Hey girl." Izzy said greeting me with a smile.
She was wearing a light peach color dress. It had thin straps and stopped mid-thigh. She wore black underwear and a black bra underneath that could be seen through the fabric. She had black panty hoes on that stopped rite before her dress started.
She blond hair rested on her shoulders. Messy but still nice. Her blue eyes like always were surrounded by her thick layer of black make up.
"You look good." I told her as I locked the door behind me.
"Well I know that. You don't look to bad yourself." She told me as she wrapped her arm in mine and started leading me towered a large van.
The back door swung open revealing Stella and Allen.
"Welcome to our tour bus." Stella said as I hopped into the back with them.
There were no seats back here just all of their band equipment. So I just found a spot on the floor and took a seat.
Allen looked exactly like he does every day. I wondered if he ever put on anything different.
Stella on the other hand looked amazing. She must have died her hair after school because it was an even brighter red then it used to be. She had on black jeans that rested above her belly button. She had a silver strapless bra type shirt that was covered I silver spikes. It looked like it would hurt if you touched it. She was wearing ankle high thick heeled boots. The heal of the boots where also studded to match her top.
"Stop staring at my girlfriend." Allen said playfully.
"I'm not staring." I told him. "Just admiring her top. You have to let me borrow that." I told her.
"No problem as long as you let me raid your closet." She told me.
"Deal."
The car started moving. The driver did not even bother to introduce himself. Stella quickly climbed on top of Allen's lap and the two of them started making out. I was sitting so close to them that I could practically join in if I wanted to. So I decided to give them their privacy and scooted over towered the front of the van. Where Izzy and the driver was sitting.
"Hi I'm Thana." I said to the driver once we hit a red light.
The driver looked over to me he had a annoyed look on his face. He looked like he was going to yell at me but his face relaxed the second his eyes met mine. His eyes slowly moved from my eyes to scan the rest of my body. He was not even trying to be discreet about the fact that he was checking me out.
I did not mind at all considering the man who was sitting in front of me was exactly my type. He was older than me I would say maybe 19. He had dark brown hair that was shaved short on the sides and longer on the top, but was jelled back so it looked neat. He had light brown olive eyes that where framed by his very dominate cheek bones. That lead all the way down to his strong jaw and perfect lips. He also had to little black piercings rite next to his right eye. His ears were gagged, big but not too big. He was wearing a tight black V-neck shirt that showed of not only his strong chest but the tattoo that covered his neck and chest. From what I could see from where I was sitting it looked like an owl. Its head resting under his chin, wings are spreading out around his neck, legs and tail spreading out down his chest. He had trouble written all over him, and I loved it.
"Jared." He answered once his eyes found their way back to mine.
"The light is green." Izzy snapped annoyed.
"Nice to meet you." Jared said completely ignoring Izzy.
He did not take his eyes off of me and start driving until the horns started to blare behind us.
A few minutes later we arrived at the club. From what I could see there were TV screens outside of the club that showed what was going on inside to anyone walking by. It was actually a great idea to get people into the club who did not know what was going on otherwise.
Jared pulled around back and everyone pilled out.
"I'm going to go call Tiff she should be here by now." Izzy said as she walked inside.
"I guess I'll start setting up." Allen said as he grabbed a speaker and walked inside.
"Who's Tiff?" I asked Stella.
"She's our other lead vocal and totally unreliable." Stella sounded really annoyed.
She grabbed a guitar and fallowed Allen inside. I leaned against the van not shore of what I should be doing. I pulled a cigarette out of my purse and placed it in my mouth. Were it remained while I frantically looked through my purse for the lighter I was starting to think I left at home.
I was about to give up when a zippo was held to the end of my cigarette. I lit it and then looked up to see that the lighter belonged to Jared.
"Thank you." I said to him as I exhaled my first drag.
"Not a problem." He said as he lit up one of his own.
We stood there in silence but I could feel his eyes on me.
"Why don't you stop flirting and help us set up." Izzy yelled as she came back out to grab some stuff form the van.
He just chuckled and continued to smoke his cigarette with me. She huffed and started to walk away.
"By the way I can't get in contact with Tiff." She told him before she stormed off.
I could see him tense up he was obviously very angry that this Tiff girl was not answering his phone.
"Can you help them set up?" He asked me. "I have to make a phone call." He told me before walking off.
He did not even wait for me to answer but I really did not mind helping out. Stella and Allen came back outside and around to the van.
"What do you need help with?" I asked them.
Allen turned around with part of the drum set in his hand and handed it to me.
"Carry this in." He told me placing it in my hands.
"Okay then." I said turning and then fallowed him and Stella inside.
Once everything was inside the three of them started to set up everything on stage.
I had not seen Jared sense we came inside. I could not help but wonder where her was. We only talked for about a total of five minutes but I found myself wanting him around. I know when I want something and I always get what I want. Rite now what I wanted was Jared. And I decided that one day, and one day soon he will be mine.
"Were the hell are they?" Allen yelled.
This was the first time I have ever heard him raze his voice.
"We have to go on in less than an hour and both of our lead singers our missing." He continued.
As if on cue Jared walked into the room slamming the door shut behind him.
"Where is Tiff?" Izzy asked.
"She's not coming." He said in between puffs from the cigarette he just lit.
"What do you mean she's not coming?" Izzy snapped back at him.
"I mean she's not coming. She quit the band." He said before putting his fist through the way.
"Hey calm the fuck down. We don't need you destroying another dressing room." Allen yelled at him.
"I told you." Izzy said in a calm voice.
"Shut up Izzy." Jared responded.
"No I will not shut up. I told you not to sleep with her. That she was too sensitive to deal with your shit. What is this the third singer we have gone through because you can't keep it in your pants." She yelled at him.
"So it's my fault that she is a cling bitch." He snapped back.
"Enough. We don't have time for this. We go on in forty minutes and we no longer have a set list." Stella said.
"What are we going to do?" Allen asked.
"We will just sing something else." Jared said.
"What? We have not practiced anything else." Allen said.
"I could sing Tiffs parts." Stella said.
"No we need you on drums." Jared said.
"What about Izzy. You know the words." Allen said.
"She does not have the voice." Jared answered for her.
"Thana." Izzy said.
"What?" I asked her confused.
"Thana can do it. She has an amazing voice. Rite guys?" She asked Stella and Allen.
"It's true." Stella said and Allen nodded in agreement.
"The only problem is she does not know our songs." Jared said.
"I can teach her. I mean I did help write them." Izzy told him.
He seemed to be looking me over trying to decided what he should do.
"Fine but if she screws it up it's on you." He said to Izzy.
"No if she screws up it's on you." She snapped back at him.
He walked away and out of the room.
"Come on." Izzy said calling me over to her.
"How many songs are there?" I asked.
"Four but you only will be singing in three." Allen said.
"Don't worry we will help you." Stella said.