Jace

The Rhythm Between Them Everyone knew about Jace. He was the kind of boy who leaned against lockers like he owned them, drumsticks always sticking out of his back pocket. His reputation was carved out of late-night gigs at dingy cafés, a sharp tongue, and that rebellious grin that made teachers sigh and girls whisper. Everyone also knew about Lily. She was the quietest voice in the room until she sang. In choir, her voice was like water—gentle, clear, steady. She carried her sheet music like it was a shield, her soft sweaters and lowered eyes keeping her safe from the noisy chaos of high school. They were from two different worlds. And yet, their paths crossed one Friday evening. The choir director had asked Lily to stay after rehearsal to help tidy up