Chapter Two

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I hope I can handle two stories ;) hahaha well I'll probably be able to! Lol

Enjoy!

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"So have you seen the recent One Direction interview?" Jessica wiggled her eyebrows.

Being that the both of us are fans of the British and Irish boy band, Jessica always made sure I was keeping up with the latest news on them.

"Yes I did." I said in a sing-song voice.

"I can't believe Harry's celebrity crush is Nikki Kayer."

"Oh my god, you guys saw that interview too?!" Emma joined our conversation as she got on the bus and took a seat.

"Yes!" Jessica squealed, turning to face the red headed girl.

"I can't believe he likes that Nikki girl. I don't like her. Like at all." Emma bashed.

"Why?" I interrupted.

This should be good.

"Well, first of all, she seems really stuck up and snobby. Second of all, Harry can do much better than her. She not even that pretty."

My fists clenched and I had to stop myself from letting profanities escape my mouth.

"Oh, I really like her." I smiled.

Kill 'em with kindness.

I was so used to hearing comments similar to Emma's.

The only thing that kept my spirits high is the fact that I'll be living my life as Nikki Kayer later that night, while everyone else is living their normal lives.

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"We have to leave in 5 minutes, Nicole. Hurry up." My mum told me as I entered my house after a long day at school.

"Geez. Nice to see you too, mum." I sarcastically greeted her, as I let my bag slip off my shoulder and land on the floor.

"Right. Now go get whatever you need. We're going to be late." She grinned.

I nodded and made my way up the staircase. I headed into my room and searched for my duffle bag.

My mom always makes sure to keep me grounded. She knew I wanted to live a normal life, too, so she makes sure the fame doesn't go to my head.

I found the black bag hidden underneath my bed. I pulled it out, tossed it on top on my bed, and opened the zippers.

I mentally made a checklist.

Wig. Check.

I tossed that in the bag.

Hair cap. Check.

Colored contacts. Check.

I finished stuffing my duffle bag with necessary items. I had sit on top of the bag to zipper it.

I'm praying the zipper won't break open.

"Okay, mum, I'm ready." I said running down the stairs and meeting her by the front door.

"Are you sure you have everything?" She double checked.

"Yup." I said popping the 'p'.

"Your father said he's going to be working late again. So he's not going to be able to come to this interview. Sorry, sweetie." My mom apologized, getting in the vehicle.

Disappointment clouded over me. My dad's job always causes him to miss big milestones in my life. I rarely ever see him anymore.

Along with my brother. He goes to college in Canada, so I rarely ever see him either.

"It's okay." I put on a fake smile.

I've gotten very good at that the past couple of months.

My mom parked in the back of the building that was meant for 'Staff and Crew Only'. Hence the giant sign hanging on the side of the building.

Oh well.

We entered the back door of the studio and I was greeted with a hug.

"Nicole, darling!" My manager, Anne, had pulled back from the hug.

"Anne! I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" I smiled as did she.

"As much as I'd love to chit chat, you're late. Head off to hair and make up!" She shooed me away and went to talk to my mother.

With my duffle bag hung over my shoulder, I pushed open the door that read 'Hair & Make-Up'.

"There's the beautiful Nicole!" Francis, my stylist, announced as I walked in the door.

"I'm fashionably late!" I laughed.

I loved the people I work with. They're so welcoming and I always feel comfortable around them.

"Sit." Francis demanded as he pointed to the black chair seated in front of a vanity.

I did as directed.

"Ahhhh, what are we gonna do with this hair!" He laughed as I stared at my reflection before my eyes.

My platinum blonde afro covered my features.

"Tame it!" I begged. Don't get me wrong, I love curly hair, but my hair was just too curly.

"Don't 'chu worry, love. Let me work my magic."

Within minutes, my hair was tamed and covered by my hair cap.

Next, my wig was situated on my head and secured in place.

"Ta da!" Francis smiled. "Now, lets get to your make up."

I refuse to let anyone put my contacts in for me. I have to do them myself. I just don't like other people touching my eyes.

I covered my baby blue orbs with a chocolate brown color and blinked as the contacts settled in place.

Francis then did my make up rather quickly, considering the tight schedule we have due to my tardiness.

He left the room to go get my outfit.

I stared at the girl who sat in front of me. No longer the blonde haired, blue eyed, average Nicole Casella. I was now the exotic, dark haired, dark eyed, Nikki Kayer.

My alter ego name wasn't too different from my birth name, so I didn't have much trouble adjusting to it.

After changing into my outfit, I did a once over in a full length mirror. I didn't even look like myself.

And that's what I was aiming for.

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~A/N~

I've been sick all weekend so I've been updating more than usual.

Being sick stinkssssss :(

Well, I hope you enjoyed! Comment and vote please! <3

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