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.


16. Last Time At The House


As we drove down the street, I could feel my eyelids slowly closing.

"Hey, can we visit back by my house? Just real quick. Before the new family moves in." Harry asked me.

I looked up at him, half asleep.


So instead of going back to his college, we went to his house.

The locks still hadn't been changed, so we would get in easily.

When we arrived at Harry's house, I was seconds from passing out.

"Kay, wake up. We're here."

Harry was at my door.

"No. I'm not moving." And I didn't move.

He carried me to the front door, then inside the house.

When the door opened, I ran in and collapsed on the couch.

"I'll be upstairs."

Harry walked away, and left me alone.

I was about out, when I heard sobs from upstairs.

I sat up, and I instantly knew it was Harry.

I fell up the stairs,  but eventually made it up there alive.

"Harry?" I knocked.

"Come in," He sniffled.

I opened the door to find him crying on the edge of his bed.

I sat down, and held his hand.

"We'll get to visit your mom all the-" I was cut off.

"It's not my mom I'm crying about. It's this house. I grew up here. All of my memories lie in this house, and I just don't want to let go of it."

I sighed, trying to figure out what to say.

"well, you could-" I was cut off again.

"I can't just let go. The only time I could remember anything about my dad was being in this house."

"You'll always-"

Cut off once again.

"You don't understand. You have no idea what this feels like."

I was pissed now.

"I don't understand?! My parents divorced, and now I live in two different houses! My house feels so lonely without my dad there and I do know how you feel! I can feel others' pain, Harry! I feel yours!"

I got loud, and I had let go of his hand.

Harry was staring up at me now.

"I'm sorry. You do know." Harry whispered.

"Let's just go to bed."

"Wait, I'm sorry. I forgot," Harry looked so guilty.

"It's okay. I should be sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I love you, " I hugged him.

"I love you too. We can go to bed now that I know you love me," Harry smiled.

I laughed slightly. "Sleep." I cuddled up under the covers with Harry holding me tightly.

I couldn't believe I fell asleep at 8:15. But it was good sleep.


"HARRRYYYYYYYYY. WAKE UP, YOU FART KNOCKER." I jumped on the bed with Harry in it.

"Stop jumping right now." He said seriously.

"Only if you get up."

"Shit, you annoy me."

"Buuuuuut, you love meeeee." I sang.

"Not right now." He sat up.

"Liar. You always love me." I sat down, and wrapped my legs around his bare waist.

"Not right now." Harry said seriously.

I'll have to make him love me right now.

I kissed his neck, sucking and biting, knowing it would drive him crazy.


"K-Kayla, stop."

"Not until you love me." I said in between kisses.

"I love you so much. Please stop. You're killing me."

"You liked that. You liked that a lot." I smirked.

"Only a little."

I laughed sarcastically.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You were trying so hard not to lay me down, and rip my clothes off."

"Shut up."

"You know it's the truth."  I laughed.

He groaned.

"I love you." He laughed.

"Love you too, ugly."





















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