Dear Jane Doe

“Hey Alec” Jo looked up briefly from his position behind the large drum set. College had just ended for me and our band was having a quick meeting. I say quick because I would soon disappear to wait eagerly at my bedroom window.

“Hello you guys” I nodded at all of the band members, hurrying over to the guitar where my hands struck the cords delicately. It wasn’t a song but merely a warm up to let the calming tune wash over us all. “So what’s this meeting about then? You know I’ve gotta’ be home soon.” I caught their dubious glances at each other.

“Well we’ve got us a gig…” Tom, the bass player, trailed off.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to call it a gig Tom” Jo piped up.

“Come on guys spit it out.” This was starting to become annoying, merely taking up my time before I could see her again.

John pulled away from the microphone to answer “it’s at the local high school. We thought it’d be good to get a wider fan base.” Nobody noticed as I choked on my own shock.

That was where my Jane Doe went to school. What if I actually saw her? Saw her without the two inch glass separating me from speaking to her. The shock rapidly passed over to nerves.

What would I say to her?

What if she hated me?

What if she thought I was some creepy stalker?

What if I couldn’t hold back the temptation to ravage her right there and then?

“Alec?” Jo waved a tentative hand in front of my face “earth calling Alec.” I snapped back to reality and realised I’d been staring into space… imagining her eyes. This was wrong. This couldn’t be happening. This was all too much.

“You can go right? It’ll be instead of college tomorrow and we all know how much you’ll miss those janitor closet girls.” They were all laughing at me although deep down they envied my ability with girls. None of them had so many girls chasing them.

They could have them, I just wanted her.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Forget her. Forget her. Forget her. Move on. Move on. Move on.
No matter how many times I told myself these things it made no difference.

“Of course I can go” I faked a grin “there might be some cute high school girls there.” My band mates nodded enthusiastically and waved me off as I darted for home. I needed to remind myself of what she looked like (as if I could ever forget) and try and build up enough courage for the day tomorrow.