All Chapters of Disguise: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kylie's POV "Who did you call?" That was the umpteenth time he had asked. And my answer was still the same. "I'm not telling you. Mind your business." He rolled his eyes and muttered, "I wonder who you called that you had to speak so quietly," then shook his head and leaned against the wall. "That's none of your business," I retorted. He scoffed and was about to say something, but the voice of a woman interrupted him. "I want to bail out my daughter," the woman said. The voice sounded too familiar. It sounded like my mother’s voice. It can’t be her, right? I called Bob, not Mum... right? Who am I kidding? It’s not like I’ll get the answer from myself. But did I really call her? Or maybe I’m just hallucinating. Yeah, that must be it. I miss her—that’s why I’m hearing things. "Who’s your daughter?" one of the officers asked. He was short and bald, with a thick beard—probably the only hair he had. His stomach looked like that of a pregnant woman. "Kylie. That’s my daughter’s na

Kylie’s POV "I can’t believe I’m doing this," I grumbled, crouched on the hard tiled floor of the cafeteria. I was using a dirty, torn napkin to scrub a stubborn stain like my life depended on it. "What kind of stain is this? So stubborn!" I complained, glaring at the gunk on the floor. This is the kind of moment where you wish magic was real. Just one poof, and it’d be gone. Oh God, I’ve never done this before. This is so frustrating, I mentally cried. My uniform was a mess, all thanks to this punishment. Couldn't the principal just give us detention or something? This is worse! "Don’t they have a scrubbing brush or something?" I shouted in frustration, flinging the napkin in a random direction. Ashton stood nearby, holding a mop and laughing like a maniac. He clutched his stomach, throwing his head back as his body shook with laughter. I glared at him. Still laughing. Ugh. I should’ve taken the right side! We split the cafeteria into two halves—me on the left, him on the right

Kylie’s POV “Did you just say… father?” She nodded slowly. Oh my God. This is a lot to process. “Eric is the father of your child? Does he know?” “No.” She shook her head, sobbing. “Did you guys date or was it a one-night stand?” “We dated… and I regretted it. I hate him,” she cried. “You hate him? But the other day, you both looked like you missed each other—like you were in pain, longing to be in each other's arms. Are you sure you really hate him?” “I wish I did… It would be so much easier. That’s why I smoke. I thought it would help me forget. Every time I come to school, I remember every little thing he did to me. So I smoke… to stay sane. It hurts every time I see him. I hate myself for not hating him. It's killing me, Kylie. Not the cigarettes—him.” She sniffled. When I tasted something salty, I realized I was crying too. “What really happened?” I asked softly. “Let me tell you everything.” “Okay.” I moved closer and sat beside her. “I was a loner… still am. I nev

Kylie’s POV I held my tray and started walking towards Elle, but Anna stopped me, grabbing my hand. “Where are you going?” she asked. “I’m going to sit there,” I replied, pointing at Elle, who was sitting alone. “Huh? Why? What about the boys? Aren’t we all sitting together? Are you fighting with one of them?” “No. I just don’t feel like sitting there. I want to sit with her.” “You want to sit with…” She turned to look where I pointed and saw Elle. “No, no, no,” she chanted, shaking her head. “I am not sitting with her.” “Why not? She doesn’t bite.” “Well, I think those drugs she’s on are messing with her.” “She’s not taking drugs, Anna. She only smokes.” “Same thing to me. Either way, I’m not sitting with her.” “Well, I am.” “Then good luck with that,” she said, turning away. I grabbed her bag strap gently, careful not to spill our food. “I’m not going,” she protested. “You don’t even know her.” “I do know her. She’s my friend. Which means, by extension, she’s your frien

•Kylie's POV    “ What are you doing here ? ” She asked crossing her arms on her chest with her eyes threatening to pop out. Damn, she is angry. “ What am I doing here ? ” I said scratching my head acting confuse.“ I don't even how I got here or can you tell me how ? ” I said with a little laugh. She chuckled slightly. “ You know , you are really amusing.”  “ I know that, I have been told.” I said smiling out my teeth. She rolled her eyes. “ Kylie, just get down from my car.” “ Your car ? I did not see your name on it, so how is it your car ? Is there proof ? ” I said placing my hand on my chin then resting it on my crossed leg. She eyed me first before she talked. “ Yes, there is proof.” Said with a faux smile. “ Really ? Show me.” I removed my hand then placed it on my laps. “ Sir, please bring out the car's documents.” She said to