Just A Game of Charades

For Noah to stay in his hoity-toity private school his twin, Caleb, has to take his place to deal with advanced classes, limelight, and Noah's girlfriend. But will the charade end when Caleb becomes interested in the vindictive Lily Sinclair?

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Author Note: I'm a girl writing in a guy's POV so if he comes off kind of girlie... I'm sorry!! XD

Chapter I: Just Another Normal Day

The day was going as usual. His car stalled, he forgot his wallet at home, he was thirty minutes late for work, and a bird crapped on his pants. Well, it was just another normal day in the life of Caleb Roberts.

"Hey Cal, you look like a mess," Noah said.

He sent a glare full of ill wishes at his twin. "Suck it," he spat before heading towards his one sanctuary of the house: the bathroom. With heavy steps he heavied himself up the flight of stairs.

"Hey Cal, can you please come back here?"

"Hell no," he grumbled in a whisper before locking himself in the bathroom. He sat on top of the bathroom counter and pulled out a can of Coke. Opening the can, he heard the knocking on the door. He chugged down as much of it as possible. The bubbling sensation in his throat felt good, much like a shot of Vodka but without the alcohol and the repugnant aftertaste.

"Cal!"

He groaned loudly in a foreit to his twin's wholly annoying persistance and opened the door. "What?" he said looking back at Noah.

"I need to ask you a favor."

He noticed the paper in his brother's hands. Papers accompanied with Noah was never a good thing, that fact was for sure. And so he repeated, "What?"

The crestfallen look in Noah's cobalt eyes added to her feeling that his twin was in a real fix and he would soon be inducted into one of Noah's insane schemes.

"I'm failing my classes, Cal."

He shrugged and began to close the door. He didn't want to hear another word. It wasn't the first time this has happened but at this point of his life, he wanted no part in it any longer. "I'm not going to tutor you, screw that shit, Noah." The only way for him not to cave in, wass if he didn't look in to his twins eyes, they were already rimming with emotion.

"I'm not asking for that."

"I told you, I don't hack into the school computers anymore. I almost got caught once and I'm not stupid enough to get caught twice especially if I'm not getting anything out of it."

"I'm not asking for that either."

"Well, what are you asking for then?"

"I need you to pretend to be me."

He stared back at Noah and swallowed the words, suddenly he broke into a smirk. "Are you fucking insane! What makes you think that I'll go off to that stupid ass school that you go to just because you ask me to?"

"I'll pay you."

"Well, now that's a different story."

"I'm listening," he said cocking his head in amusement. "Talk."

"One thousand dollars. Gram's is giving us at least five hundred for our birthday and I figure, I can get at least a hundred out of some other relatives. Cal, I just need you to pretend to be me for the last three weeks at school."

"Well, I am looking to repaint my car... I don't have to got to any stupid football crap do I?"

"No, football season is over."

"Do I have to wear a uniform?"

"Not all private school's wear uniforms Cal."

"Just asking... What about your girlfriend?"

"Mikayla can't know that you're me."

"Why not?"

"Because she'll tell. I love her to death but she'll tell someone. She can't keep her mouth shut about anything."

"What do you expect from a superficial Barbie? That is why, dear brother, you should just dump her ass."

"I'm not that evil, Cal--"

He smirked. "Wanna bet, I wouldn't even know where to begin on the evil things you have done to girls. Do you remember that Aimee girl? She became a cold-hearted bitch because of you. Oh, and how about Becca? She thought you were going to homecoming with her and at the last possible moment you dump her for that model, Jody. And even at the dance you left Jody and made out with Tina--"

"That's enough, Cal, I get the point."

Cal smirked. "So three weeks as you, huh? On one condition."

"What?"

"You go to work for me. I'm not going to deal with your hoity toity school and work too."

"FIne. But what about your school?"

"Eh, just show up, it's a public school and I made sure to get the easiest classes. The only way you can possibly fail is if you don't show up."

"Deal."

They shook hands in agreement, he gripped his brother tightly.

"Think you can pull it off, Cal?"

He nodded. "Your people are all idiots, so they probably won't even be able to tell the difference, hell our own parents can't even tell until they look at the birth mark. Plus, I make it a point not to talk to people at my school, so you won't have any problems unless you start making friends, which you won't..."

"Alright, fine. School starts tommorrow, I have a French test."

"Aucun problème."

"Huh?"

"No problem, dipshit."

He sighed. Three weeks as Noah Roberts for one thousand dollars and getting out of working at the retarded Mr. Tan's Chinese Food and Donuts from three to ten at night.

It can't be that hard can it?

To Be Continued (if I get 5 reviews)...

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Author Note: Review if you liked it. Review if you hated it. Review if you're bored. Feedback required because I don't have a spell checker and it's my first fiction.

Preview of Chapter II:

"Can you move your car?"

"Can I move my car, what?" she said not looking up at him from her purse.

"Uh, can you move your car faster?"

She looked up from her purse for the first time and their eyes connected. Instantly she glared at him in a fiery passion that could only match her flaming red hair. "You! I can't believe you are even talking to me." So much energy in such a little package, he mused as he watch her stomp away. Obviously, one of those girls Noah has hurt. Suddenly she turned around to face him. "By the way, it's 'can you move your car, please,' you fucktard!"