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.


5. The Game

"Dee? Where are we going?" I whispered.

"The haunted house at the end of the street."


"This old guy died there, and it's an old house. People call it the haunted house."

"Oh. Cool." I was secretly afraid, but to keep up my character, I had to be cool about it.

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"There it is." Dee pointed to an old, beat up house. "That house looks freaky." I said.

It was wooden. It was burnt on the right side of it. It was blackened, and the wood was black. I guess from the years of being neglected. I pictured the house in it's former look. When it was fixed up, and pretty. It was white. The front door was brown, a beautiful wood. It was....perfect.

"Hello? Shawna?" Zayn waved his hand in front of my face.

"Oh sorry." I snapped out of my thoughts. "This was my grandfather's house." Zayn mumbled.

"What? I didn't know that." Dee said.

"Yeah. I hate when people call it the haunted house. He died when I was thirteen." Zayn rubbed the back of his neck.
"So, you've been inside?" I asked.

"Yeah. Not recently, but when I was younger."

"Do you miss him?"


"How'd he die?"

"He died of a broken heart. His wife, Catherine, died a week after they got married. They had been together since they were seventeen. They were twenty five when they moved in this house together. They decided to get married when they were seventy. Catherine didn't want to -" Zayn was cut off.

"Ima leave you two alone. Bye Shawna. See you tomorrow." Dee waved and walked in the direction we came from.

"Bye Dee." I turned my attention back to Zayn. "Please continue your story."

"Can we go inside?" He asked.

I was hesitant, but answered. "Sure."

He led me to the livingroom of the house. It was the side of the house that hadn't gotten burned. It was still very old, though. We sat in the corner of the room together. I sat next to Zayn. We leaned against the wall.

"So, Catherine didn't want to get married until they were older. Alot older. So finally, they got married at seventy. A week after, Catherine got brain cancer. She died quickly. She died at a hospital. A couple of days later, we found him in his bed clinging to a picture of her. Dead." A tear slipped from Zayn's face. I thought he was a bad boy. Bad boys don't cry.

"I'm sorry. They seem like great people." I mumbled.

"They were. He would tell me stories about Catherine. He said everytime they kissed, the fireworks seemed to spark even bigger."

Okay. Seriously, what happened to hating love.

"I thought you didn't believe in love."

"I did, until they died. I thought that love was supposed to last forever, but she died, and it broke his heart, then he died. It didn't last forever."

"Yes it did. It still is there. Even when they're lives had ended. I bet their up in heaven together. Healthy, young, in love, still. If it's real, it never ends."

Zayn stared at me with his beautiful brown eyes. "I never thought of it like that."


"How can you explain love like that when you don't believe in it?" Zayn asked, extremely confused.

"I don't know."

"You do believe in true love. Don't lie."

"I don't. Nobody loves me."

"Think again." Zayn mumbled, thinking I couldn't hear him, but I heard. Well. I think he....loves me. Not me, but Shawna.

"What?" I acted like I hadn't heard him. "Nothing. I don't believe in love." Zayn was lying. When he lied, he blinked. He had lied multiple times, talking to me about his past girlfriends. He blinked every time.

"Oh. Maybe you will one day."

"Why don't you believe in love?" Zayn asked, staring at the ground.

"My parents divorced." I couldn't tell him everything.


"They hated each other." Some of the truth was spoken. Shawna's parents were divorced, and Taylor's were together, and in love. Wierd, but seems right.

"That sucks. But not all love has to be like that."

"I thought you didn't believe in it."

"Oh...I-I don't." He messed with a piece of wood that was coming up from the floor.

"Oh okay."

He sighed, and looked out of the window.

"How did they look at eachother?" I asked. I wanted to see the love between his grandparents.

"He would stare at her. Just stare. She would stare back, and they would just zone out." He explained.

I noticed Zayn staring at me, and I stared back, not realizing he was looking at me like how he explained his grandparents looked at eachother. I immediately stopped staring.

"Look at me." He whispered. I slowly looked at him.

"Why?" I asked. He was extremely attractive.

"You look like her."

"Like who?"


"An old woman?" I chuckled.

"I mean when she was younger." He laughed.

"Oh. Is that good?"

"Yes, she was beautiful."

"She still is. I can feel her presence here. I don't know why. I just feel her."

"Me too. She is beautiful. My grandfather was so lucky."

"I bet."

"Maybe I'll be lucky like him."

"With who?"

He just stared at me. I stared back at him. "With who?" I repeated my question. He continued to stare..

"With wh-" I was cut off when I felt lips crash into mine. He had kissed me without any warning.

My eyes were open for the first few seconds, but they eventually closed. Shawna liked him. And he liked her, but, again, Kayla didn't like Zayn.

He slowly pulled away. "I really like you, and usually with girls, we just have one night stands, then I never talk to her again, but with you. I just..."

"You're falling hard. Dee was right."


"When we talked in private, by the tree, she told me you looked at me like I was the only girl in the world. She was right."

"Yes she was. I don't fall for girls, but you're different."

"So, now do you believe in love?"

"Yes. I'm glad I do."

"Zayn, you shouldn't get involved with me."

"Why not?"

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Yes you are. Shawna Smith. The girl I'm falling for. Hard."


He looked upset. "Please let me in your life."

"I can't. You'll just get hurt..."


"Because I'm not who you think I am."

"I don't care." He kissed me again, and I just let it happen. I kissed him back, but felt so bad. Now Zayn was going to get his heart broken, too. Just like Liam.  I was in too deep. More like the boys were in too deep.

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Sunday had come around. My dad dropped me off at my mom's house. I was glad to be back there. I missed my mom so much.

"Mom?" I called through the house. "Kay- I mean Taylor?" I heard her call back.

"I'm home."

"I'll be out in a minute."

Five minutes later, she came out of her room in a robe, and a towel on her head.

"I missed you." She hugged me. "I missed you too." I mumbled.

"Get to bed. It's late." She kissed my forehead, and I headed off to my room. Questions were going to be asked at school. Lots of questions.

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"I'm going to the game tonight." I said, as I ate my cereal.

"Okay. When will you be home...Taylor." My mom asked me.

"I'm coming home after school, and I'm changing into Kayla. I don't feel like being Taylor. And nobody talked to Kayla, except Beth, but she doesn't go to football games."

My mom nodded, and shoved her fork in her mouth. "I'm leaving now. Love you. Bye." I kissed her cheek.

"Bye sweetie. Love you too." She waved.

I stepped onto the bus, and wiped my mouth. I went all the way to the back. I sat down and put on my song. I was still trying to figure out what the words meant.

We stopped at Beth's house. Beth ran to the back. "Where have you been?!" She yanked my arm.

I didn't have an excuse. "Every other week I will miss school. I can't tell you why."

Beth looked confused. "Okaaayy. Well you won."


"President. You won."

"Awesome! I'm so proud."

"Lucky. Everyone likes you. Are you going to the game tonight?"

"No. I'm busy tonight."

"I'm not going either. No reason to." Beth shrugged her shoulders.

"Yep." I put my other earplug back in. We finally arrived at school.  

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I sat in my seat next to Liam in directed studies.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

"I can't tell you. But I miss every other week." I whispered.

"Okaaay. I missed you." He kissed my cheek. Still no sparks.

"I miss you too." I laughed. Nicole saw him kiss me. "Gross. You're disgusting." She said out loud.

"Stop talking about yourself." I said, rather loudly. The whole class burst into a fit of laughter.

She held her mouth wide open. "Take a picture. It will last longer." I laughed. She sat down, shocked.

She was furious. "You are amazing, Taylor. I love you." Liam whispered.

"W-what?" I turned to him. He just said he loved me.

"I'm sorry. I had to tell you." Liam mumbled.

"I told you not to get close. You can't love me." I whispered. I didn't want to hurt Liam.

"But I do.."

"I really like you, but....I'm really not who you think I am." My voice was barely audible.

"Taylor, I love you, and nobody is going to tell me I can't. Not even you." He kissed my lips with such passion, that I just couldn't return. I kissed him back, but no sparks.

"Everytime. I feel the fireworks." He said as he let go from the kiss. I almost cried. I had let him fall in love. I didn't want to lead him on, but I couldn't break his heart either.

The bell rang, and I rushed out the door.

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I got home, and ran into my room, and removed my wig, and contacts. I straightened my brown hair, and fixed my makeup. I hadn't been Kayla in a long time, and it felt good to be back. I put on my skinny jeans, and Converse. I wore a purple jacket with a plain white shirt. I was very comfortable. The game started in ten minutes.

"I'm ready mom." I walked down the stairs. She nodded then opened to the door to go to her car.

I sat in the passenger seat, and watched the road. "It's good to see you, Kayla." My mom smiled.

"I know. I feel good being myself. But only with you."

"Devine. Devine. Devine." My mother soflty whispered. She pulled up at the front door of the school. "Be back by eight. Love you. Bye." I smiled. "Love you. Be careful." She drove off into the darkness.

I walked in, and saw many of Taylor's friends. They didn't know Kayla. I liked it that way.

"Kayla?" Someone tapped my shoulder. "Beth?" I thought she said she wasn't coming to the game.

"What happened to you?"

"I moved schools. How have you been?"

"Great. I made a new friend. Taylor Gold. I wish I was her. She's so popular, and pretty."

"Cool. She seems nice. You can sit with me. I'm here alone."

"Okay." We walked to the football field, and found seats on the blue bleachers. Melvin High was very clean, and polished, while Calder El High was grimy, and dirty. Like my dad's new place.

We sat at the very top. The game had just started when we sat down. I didn't really watch the game. I just watched the people walk around by the fence. They walked back and forth. I noticed a boy with curly hair. He was attractive, and he was looking up at the top of the bleachers. He made eye contact with me. I quickly looked at my phone. I looked back up to see if he was gone. He was, thank God.

I looked at my phone again. A couple of minutes later, I heard a British voice. It was raspy, and deep. It was pretty. "Hello." He said. I looked at him. It was the boy I'd seen by the fence. The curls, the green eyes, the voice. He was....perfect, and this time, Kayla liked him. "Hi."

"I'm Harry Styles."


"No last name?"


"I like your name. It's intimidating."


"I like you. You're pretty. We should hang out sometime."

"Thanks, and I don't think so. We barely know each other."

Beth had left. She didn't feel well. I'm glad she wasn't seeing this.

"Well, can I get your number?"


"Please? I really like you." I didn't want him to get invloved with me. He didn't know I had two other identites, and two other boyfriends.

"You don't know me."

"But I want to know you."

"No you don't."

"I do. Please give me your number."

I sighed. "Okay....." I mumbled. He took my phone out of his hands. He put his number in my phone then texted himself from my phone. He now had my number.

"Thanks. We should hang out though."


"I'm not leaving until the game's over. You're going to have to talk to me."


" old are you?"


"I'm nineteen."

"I'm a freshmen."

" college."


"What's your middle name?"


"Edward." Harry Edward Styles. Styles. Styles. Styles. Styles.


"What are you hobbies?"

"Sleeping." He chuckled at me.

"I like to sing." He looked like a singer.

"Really?" The real Kayla loved to sing. She was just too scared to sing in front of people.

"Yep. You?"

"I sing, but I'm too afraid to show anyone. I don't like to show off."

"Me neither. I'm kind of...shy."

"You're not shy at all." I laughed. I actually really liked him.

He laughed, and then asked me something. "Can I take you out?"


"On a date. The carnival is coming back to town soon. Would you like to go? I'll pay."

I grinned. I couldn't help it. "Sure." He smirked at me. His dimples popping out. He was so perfect.

"It's Friday night. At 6:30. I'll meet you at the gates?"

"Sure. Will you be able to drive me home?"

"I'd be happy to."

I now had a date with Harry Edward Styles. The game ended and I waved goodbye to Harry. My mother raised her eyebrows. "Who's that? He's cute."

"Harry Edward Styles. He asked me on a date. The real Kayla. Not Taylor."

My mother didn't know about Shawna. That was with my dad. "Where at?"

"The carnival Friday night. Can you drive me there?"

"Sure. How are you going to get home?"

"He's driving me."

"How old is he?"

"Nineteen." I smirked at her then looked out the window. My mother drove away, back to my home. I'm really glad I met Harry. He was.....different.




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