Switched

III. Hot Choco-weyt

"What?!" I stood up from my seat, my eyes widening. "No effin' way! Hell no!"

"Please..." He begged, walking towards me. "Just for two months. That's enough time for us to find Kaline. We really need her--you, for the album."

"Can't you just postpone the recording first? I'm sure their fans will understand." I suggested, trying to get myself out of this situation that I got myself into. It's not that I don't want to be Kaline. In fact, I want to. And who wouldn't want to? It's just that, she's different, I'm different. We may be twins but we'll never be the same. And besides, what if I mess up? Everything that she worked hard for will all come to waste because of me. Useless me.

"If it's up to our management and the band, we would postpone the recording. Even the fans will be okay with it. But since we already signed a contract, we really can't do anything about it anymore..."

"Oh." I mumbled in understanding. "B-But, why me?"

"Well if it isn't obvious, you are her twin sister." He pointed out sarcastically before crossing his arms above his chest. "And if Kaline wouldn't be there, she would be in serious trouble for not following the conditions of the contract."

I cursed silently, praying to God to tell Kaline to come to her senses and come back. She's not only getting me in trouble, but also herself.

"But I can't do it. I'm not her. She's Kaline Derricks and I'm just Karine." I reasoned out.

"You're not just Karine. You're Karine Derricks. The only one who can be Kaline for a while. The only one who knows her better than others. The only one fit for pretending as her." He said, walking closer to me until we're only a ruler away from each other. I flinched and looked away.

I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to pretend as my twin."

"B-But--"

I clenched my jaw angrily and I glared at him. "My decision is final, Mr. Clinton. Now if you'll excuse me, I must leave now." I started for the door but he blocked my way. Even if he's not using his arms or hands, he still managed to block my way completely. I stomped my foot on the floor and hissed at him. "I'm leaving. Get out of the way."

"Leaving? I don't know that word. Do you mind explaining it to me?" He said innocently as he looked at me with a sly smile. I rolled my eyes at him and shoved him backwards. He lost his balance but quickly recovered and a grin made its way to his face.

"I didn't know you have muscles, Karine. No one has ever succeeded on pushing me off balance." He grinned at me amusedly. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Can't he just let me go?

I smiled smugly at him. "I'm toned, Mr. Clinton. Do you wanna try me?"

He grinned. "Okay then. Show me what you go--"

He toppled on the floor after I punched his gut and kicked his leg. His eyes widened at me as he saw me hovering over him. "What the he--"

I punched his square in the face and he clutched his nose in his hands and I took that as a chance to escape. It's now or never.

I grabbed my bag from the other chair and sprinted out of the door, the office, and to the elevator. Before the elevator doors closed, I saw Van frantically running to the counter, asking for me. Then the lady pointed at the elevator and when he followed with his gaze, I locked eyes with him and grinned smugly.

When the elevator doors opened, I ran out of the elevator quickly and out the building, crossing the road. Fuck. I don't know anything here in Hollywood. I continued running until I found a Starbucks across the road and entered it.