[chapter six]
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Kendall took one last glance in the mirror before squaring her shoulders and
walking unsteadily out of the restroom and towards Jimmie's coach, parked
in the Charlotte infield.
She felt like a total imposter, but then, that was the point.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she walked as quickly as she could towards Jimmie's home away from home, smoothing her hair with one shaking hand. She didn't know if she could do this…
With a deep breath, she knocked on Jimmie's door and waited for him to answer.
Jimmie fumbled with the door, his cell phone to his ear, a distracted look on his face. "I'm sorry, I'll be signing autographs…"
He trailed off as realization crossed his face. He mumbled into the cell phone briefly before hanging up and tossing it behind him, his eyes locked on Kendall's.
"Oh my god…" He breathed. "Kendall?!"
Kendall gave him a demure smile as he drank in the sight of her. She had tucked her long, dark hair into a skullcap, then fit a impossibly blond wig over it that came to her shoulders. Her face was bare but for the barest hint of mascara and a shiny lip gloss that was babydoll pink. She was wearing a lacy, ruffled top in shades of pink and white, paired with a pair of the ridiculously popular flared jeans with too many pockets and those frighteningly pointy heels that were so popular in the fashion magazines.
"Hello, Jimmie. It's nice to see you." She said, her voice soft and melodious, rather than in her own raucous and loud tone.
"Kendall?" Jimmie squeaked again. "I…you…I…"
"May I come in?" She asked politely.
"Yeah…I mean…no…I mean, I'm due on the grid in a minute…" Jimmie said unsteadily, still staring at her like a slide under a microscope.
"Oh." Kendall said softly. "Well, if you think it would be acceptable, I'd be happy to walk with you."
"I…we…uh…I…" Jimmie tried again, and Kendall bit the inside of her cheek to stop from laughing at his obvious discomfort and shock. She turned as she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Well, hello." Jeff said, ambling up and stopping beside her. "And you are?" He asked, holding out his hand to shake.
Kendall's jaw dropped slightly, but she quickly recovered. He didn't know who she was. He didn't fucking recognize her!
"Hello." She said demurely, her voice not even an echo of her own voice. "I'm Katherine."
"Friend of Jimmie's?" Jeff asked. "I can see why he's been keeping you hidden."
Kendall gave a tinkling laugh that sounded completely fake to her own ears. "I'm flattered."
"I'm Jeff. What is it you do, Katherine?" He asked, holding her hand a beat longer than necessary.
"I'm a model." She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I just finished an assignment and thought I would surprise Jimmie. See how surprised he is?" She asked, gesturing to her ex-boyfriend, who still seemed to be floored by her appearance.
"Very surprised." Jeff laughed. "I hope I'll get to see more of you, Katherine. Maybe you can come to dinner at my place tonight. You and Jimmie." He added as an afterthought, his eyes skimming up and down her body.
"I'd be delighted. Thank you." Kendall said as haughtily as she could. "But we really best be going now, shouldn't we, darling?" She asked, turning to Jimmie, who nodded dumbly. "Nice meeting you, Jeff."
"You too, Katherine." With a parting leer, Jeff sauntered away and Kendall turned to face Jimmie again.
"Shall we?" The voice
of Katherine asked. "Darling?"