Double Devine

Taylor Marie Gold. Shawna Lay Smith. Kayla Ariana Devine. Which one is the real one? Kayla Devine has been living three different lives. Ever since her parents split up, Kayla has different identities. Her mother lives farther away from her father. She goes to two different schools. At one school, she is Taylor Marie Gold, the goody girl. Straight A's. Perfect blonde hair, blue sparkling eyes. Every guy's dream girl. At another school, she is Shawna Lay Smith. The bad girl. Fails in school. Sneaks out. Risktaker. What happens when 2 boys fall in love with her fake identities? What happens when the real Kayla falls in love? Double life, double everything.

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3. Good Girl, Bad Girl

"Mom?" I hollered throughout the house.

"In my room." I heard her yell back. I walked quietly to my mother's bedroom.

"Do you know where Mrs. Wicker lives?"

"I think so. Yes. Down the street."

"Can you take me there? I'll be home by 6:00."

"Yeah. You can stay as long as you want....Taylor."

"Thankyou. I'll go get my shoes."

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We pulled up in front of a small house. It was baby blue.

"Why that blue? Does it matter?" I said.

"Ask Mrs. Wicker. Have fun. Love you."

"Love you too."

I hopped out of the car, and headed up to the front door. I knocked, but gentle enough not to startle Mrs. Wicker. I heard footsteps, and Mrs. Wicker mumbling things to her pet. The door opened only a crack.

''Who are you?" She asked, staring at me through the crack. I had forgotten to take my wig and contacts out.

"Oh. It's me Kayla. Devine." I smiled.

"No Kayla is a brunette." Mrs. Wicker argued.

I pulled my wig off, but I just left the contacts in.

"Oh! Why did you have that on?!" Mrs. Wicker held her chest.

"I got a new name. So, I needed a new look too. Can I come in?" I asked.

"Come on, Devine." Mrs. Wicker opened the door. Her house was homey. I saw a small pug in the corner of the room sleeping in a checkered dog bed.

"What's his name?"

"Peanut. My grandaughter named him that. Kylie? Remember her?"

"I do. She's adorable."

We stood there in silence staring at Peanut. "Well, dear. why did you come over here? Need something?" Mrs. Wicker fixed the glasses that were sliding down her small nose.

"I'm upset. I met a boy at school. His name is Liam." I sat down on the couch, and Mrs. Wicker followed my actions.

"What's there to be upset about, honey?"

"He likes Taylor. Not Kayla."

"See. I told you not to change your name. It changed you, and now you like a boy, and he likes Taylor. Just don't fall in love. And don't let him fall in love, or it could get nasty."

"Thanks, Mrs. Wicker. This helped." I still wasn't going to change my identity back to Kayla. She was forgotten. For about an hour, Mrs. Wicker and I watched a movie, and talked during the commercials. "I've got to go." I stood up, and adjusted my pants.

"Oh. Well visit again. And soon." She stood up with me. I hugged her. I felt her fragile bones. She was weak in her body, but not her heart. As I  was walking to the door to leave, I remembered to ask about the blue paint.

"Why is your house baby blue? It doesn't matter really what color, does it?" I asked.

"It was Daniel's favorite color."

"Who's Daniel?" Mrs. Wicker had tears brimming in her wrinkled eyes.

"My husband. He died two years ago." Mrs. Wicker muttered.

"He must have been a smart man. Marrying a woman like you." I touched her shoulder.

"Thankyou. I needed that. I just know he's protecting me. He's my gaurdian angel. He's here now, I bet. Saying thankyou for making me feel better. I told you everything had a meaning." She wiped off the single tear that had fallen from her eye.

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The rest of the week was just normal. Liam and I talked some, but it seemed like Taylor was taking his heart, and shooting it with Cupid's arrow. Liam was cute, cool, funny, and shy. Which Taylor liked in boys. Kayla likes mysterious, but cool once you get to know them. 

*THURSDAY NIGHT*

"Mom? Can you drive me to the theater tomorrow night?" I asked her.

"Sure. Why?" She stopped reading her book.

"I have a date."

"You have a date or Taylor has a date?"

"Taylor...He doesn't like me. He likes Taylor. But he's a cool guy."

"Don't let him get too close to you."

"I know, but can you take me?"

"Yeah. Now got to bed, Devine." My mother kissed my forehead, and layed back down in her bed.

It didn't bother me when she called me Devine. Nobody would know it was last name. I was a totally different person.

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I headed to the bustop. I was up early today because I was very excited. I went to the backseat. It had become a regular thing for Beth and I to sit there everyday. Nicole was absent more days. I never meant to make her that upset, just give her a taste of her own medicine.

We stopped at Beth's house. She stumbled onto the bus. "Hey! Taylor! I have to tell you something important!" She held a piece of paper.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a flyer for the school president. Nicole is voted every year being that she's the most popular senior, but this year. Just look." Beth handed me the paper, as she slammed herself on the seat.

The paper said, 'TAYLOR FOR PRESIDENT. VOTE NOW. TAYLOR GOLD. SHE'LL MAKE YOUR DAY SHINE.'

"Where'd you find this?" I asked her. I was surprised I was nominated.

"It was on the ground. Nicole's pissed. She saw it, and refused to come to school." Beth laughed.

"How do you know all this?"

"Stuff spreads quick around here." She set her bag next to her. "Speaking of spreading things, are you going on a date with Liam Payne tonight?" Beth asked.

"Yes. Why does it matter?"

"Umm. He's two grades higher then us, and soooo popular. I'm surprised he's not dating Nicole,  the 'perfect' girl. And she's a senior." Beth rolled her eyes.

"I thought he was in our grade. He's in my sixth period."

"Sometimes they mix the grades. And sixth period is Directed Studies. They always mix the grades for sixth period." Beth explained.

"Oh." I slipped my earbuds in and played the same Demi Lovato song. I listened to it over and over again. I just wanted to know what the lyrics meant. "Skyscraper" just didn't make sense.

We finally got to school. I've actually gotten to where I like school. People talk to me now. I mean they talk to Taylor. I liked my acting skills. They really seemed to fool people. It was fun.

The day went by as slow as possible, but it was finally time for sixth period. I loved talking to Liam. He was more than just a popular hottie. His princess will be very lucky.

"Hey." I sat next to him at a round table.

"Hi. How's your day been?"

"Eh. School."

He laughed. "Tonight is going to be scary."

"I know."

"So, Taylor. You know I'm not in your grade right?"

"I didn't when I first met you, but Beth told me."

"Beth?"

"Beth Gavin. She's a close friend."

"Oh. She sounds cool. She should hang out with us sometime. I have friends that are single."

"I'm sure she'd love that."

"So, what are some hobbies of yours?"

"I like reading. Nicholas Sparks. You know? Along that line."

"Oh. I sing."

It was quite a surprise to me. I didn't peg him as a singer.

"What do you sing?"

"My songs. I write them."

"Cool. You should show me."

"Now?"

"Sure."

"Nah. Maybe another time."

I laughed. The rest of the class Liam and I talked. I got no work done. I didn't really mind. I could finish it later.

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I was at the movie theater waiting for Liam. I was afraid that I was being stood up. "Ugh. I'm just gonna leave."

"Why would you do that?" Liam's voice filled my ears.

"I thought you weren't coming."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world." He took my hand in his.

We got some popcorn, and sat in our seats.

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Liam didn't pull any moves on me. He kept his distance, actually. The movie scared me, and I accidently threw the popcorn up at one part. It went all over Liam and I , and two ladies next to us.

"So, did you like the movie?" Liam asked.

"I'll have bad dreams, but yeah it was cool." I chuckled.

Liam pulled me in closer, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Can I kis-" He trailed off.

"Can you what?" I asked.

"Can I k-kiss you?"  He was shy, and it was adorable.

"Of course." I smiled. He leaned in, and I tried to feel a spark, but it just felt like a normal kiss. As for Liam, I think he fell hard. He was in love. No....

He pulled away slowly. "Wow. Okay, Tay? Can I tell you something?" Liam sat me down on the bench.

"What?"

"I'm falling for you."

"Liam, I-" He cut me off.

"Tell me how you feel."

"I didn't want you to fall in love with me. I'm not who you think I am. I think it'd be better if we just stopped talking." Liam's eyes filled with dissapointment.  I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my wrists.

"So you lead me on?"

"No. I like you alot, but you don't want to get involved with me."

"But you're perfect."

Those words.

"Please don't end it here. Please."

I held my breath. "Okay." I sighed.

"Now. Will you please go out with me?"

"Y-Yes."

He smiled. He kissed my cheek. "See you Monday."

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Sunday was here. My mom and I stared at my dad's new apartment building. "Gross." I mumbled.

The grimy building made me cringe in disgust.

"Hey! I missed you. Kay!" My dad opened his arms for a hug. It was an awkward hug, and I didn't enjoy touching him. "Bye mom." I waved as she drove down the road.

"Kayl-" I cut my dad off. I decided on the name Shawna Lay Smith. She was the bad girl. That's why I bought the black wig with the bangs.

"My name is now Shawna Smith."

"Why?"

"I want to....start over?"

"Ok then. Well, go inside and get cleaned up, and ready for bed, kiddo." He didn't ever call me Devine.

I would hate him more if he called me that anyways.

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I stood at the bustop. My dad was standing next to me. "You look wierd. Black hair, dark eye makeup. You kind of look like a prostitute." My dad mumbled.

"I guess that's who I am this week." I stepped onto the bus, after I pulled a smirk.

"Hey. I'm Andy Cowell." The bus driver mumbled. He was young and unhappy with his life.

"Shawna Lay."

"That your last name?"

"No. Last name's Smith. Just call me Shawna Lay."

"Got it." He winked at me then closed the doors.

"I sat in the middle this time. Different everything. I put my feet up in the seat, keeping anyone from sitting with me.

"Who are you?" A boy asked. He had a blonde streak in his dark hair.

"Shawna. Who are you?"

"Zayn Malik. Where'd you come from?"

"My momma's stomach." I was looking at my phone.

"Funny. I came from there too." Zayn smirked at me. He was a bad boy. I could see it.

"Calder El High. You'll hate it." Zayn rolled his beautiful brown eyes.

"Won't be here long."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll most likely get kicked out. Oh well."

Zayn then stared at me for several minutes. "Bad girl. I like you. We should meet up after school." Zayn suggested.

"Cool." I fell asleep on the bus and had a dream about Taylor, and Liam. I was going to break his heart, even if I wasn't trying.

 

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