Keatyn Unscripted (The Keatyn Chronicles Book 8)

by Jillian Dodd

  So questions.

  Best color? Got to be the green of his eyes. Green.

  What do you do in your free time? Flirt.

  Your type? Popular.

  Your power? Make people fall in love with you.

  Your skill? I picked running because he is very fast. I was also told he has very good hands. I think they were referring to his catching and goalie abilities, but I can obviously not confirm the goodness of his hands. As of this writing, his hands have refused to show me their goodness. Like he refused to use them on me, even though I was practically begging.

  The decision......drum roll please. Dun, dun, dun, dahhhh.....

  Your mother is the gorgeous Aphrodite. She is the goddess of love and most importantly seduction. People can’t help but to fall in love with you. You are probably very good looking. You are also very good at seducing the opposite sex with your godlike charm. But use this trait wisely. Heartbreak is the most painful of wounds. But you don’t really care because you are the one breaking hearts.

  SEE!!!! See what I’m up against here?

  So then I searched, How to resist a demigod.

  Got no answers.

  How to resist a god.

  No real answers.

  And I’m pretty sure Google just laughed at me. (LOL)

  Then, How to resist Aphrodite. Maybe if I know how to resist her, I can use that on her son.

  So here’s the scoop on Aphrodite. Apparently when she wore her golden Spanx, no god, or mortal, could resist her. And even when she didn’t wear them, there were only three gods that could resist her. They were all apparently virgins. (And also girls, which I found a bit disturbing). (The Golden Spanx make me laugh.)

  There goes what little hope I had.

  Also, I just read the story of Aphrodite, and she was apparently one mean, lying, slutty, bitch. So she gets herself all gorgeous, meets this dude. He, of course, thought she was too hot to be mortal, asked her if she was a god. She lies to this dude, told him that she was just a maiden, talked him into taking her back to his place, seduced him, purposely got pregnant, then told him she was a god, that she was going to name their son something that translates to AWFUL, and proceeds to tell this dude he’s like beneath her and shit, even though he was like hot and nice. (I love how she makes the god’s lives sounds like a reality TV show.)

  Later she had something to do with the Trojan war that caused a bunch of people to die, then she had an affair with some dude named Ares, but they got caught and were being punished, but maybe she got out of it by promising to sleep with Hermes.

  She also apparently fell in love with Adonis, who was punished for that and sent to the underworld where he fell in love with someone else, and he got to see her for like half a year and be with the other chick for half the year.

  So basically, if you ask me, this goddess should not be the goddess of love, she is obviously the goddess of hooking up and then turning against you. She’s mean!

  Shouldn’t the goddess of love be all lovey and beautiful and sweet? No, this bitch used her beauty to get whatever she wanted.

  So the verdict.

  If this is half of what I’m up against. I am definitely screwed.

  Katie screams out: “It’s Facebook official finally, Jake and Peyton are in a relationship.”

  Yipee.

  (Also, I just realized that there are no scripts in this version. That was one of the things I loved about Keatyn. Scripts were also a good literary device for me. They allowed me to show growth in Keatyn. And how Aiden helped her want to live an unscripted life. To her learning that she can’t control everything. And everyone.)

  Wednesday, September 7th

  We stand in line a lot. We talk.

  Ceramics

  Bryce, Jake and I are sitting in class playing with clay. We are contemplating, planning, thinking, about what we are going to try and create out of this single piece of clay. There’s a metaphor, or a life meaning thing in that statement, possibly about me molding my life, I think, but I am too busy gossiping with Bryce and Jake to care.

  I say, “So Jakeyy, heard it’s all facebook official. You and Peyton going out.”

  “Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

  “You don’t see that thrilled.”

  “She’s not exactly what I expected.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know, I thought she was like perfect, but she’s like kinda clingy. And I swear, the only time SHE kisses ME is in front of Dawes. It kinda pisses me off.”

  “Yeah, I kinda noticed that.”

  Bryce says, “Speaking of Dawes, what’s up with you two?”

  “I don’t know. We’re hanging out, having fun. It’s new, chill, we’re getting to be really good friends. I like him.”

  “Are you worried he and Peyton will get back together, and he’ll dump you?”

  “Well, we aren’t going out. He says he doesn’t like her anymore, and I think he had A LOT of um, rebound girls this summer, but does that mean he’s ready for a relationship with me, or anyone else? I really don’t know.”

  Bryce says, “It looks like your uh, relationship is doing just fine.”

  “Stop insinuating shit. I hate when people do that. If you wanna know something or say something, just say it.”

  “You seem pretty tight, like maybe having sex tight.”

  Jake, “Wait. So I’m going out with Peyton, can’t hang with other girls, getting zero and you aren’t going out with Dawes, he can do what he wants, and he’s getting it? Dude, that’s jacked up.”

  “I never said he’s getting it, but yeah, pretty much. He asked me if we should be going out, but I said no. I mean, I don’t wanna rush things. I want to be sure he’s over Peyton and even though he says he is, I’m still not sure. Plus I’m still kind of getting over someone myself.”

  “Heard what the surfer dude did to you. That was pretty low.”

  “Oh my gosh! How do you hear this stuff?”

  “Football practice. We stand in line a lot. We talk,” Jake says.

  “Dawson told me,” Bryce says.

  Jake looks at me closely. “Riley told me. He have a crush on you? Cause someone said something about you, and he about came unglued.”

  “What happened?”

  “Well someone made a remark about you and Dawson and it um, well it was sorta derogatory toward you. And Riley like slammed him up against the locker and told him to shut the fuck up.”

  “What?! When was this?”

  “Yesterday, after practice.”

  “Why did he not tell me?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Wait. Who said something about me and Dawson?”

  “Uh,”

  “Tell me!”

  “Um, it might have been Peyton’s bro.”

  “Aiden???!!!!”

  “Yeah.”

  “WHAT DID HE SAY??”

  “That Dawson was just using you. Well actually he used a different word than using. Sorry.” (Aiden! How could you?!)

  “I know I haven’t been here very long. I told Dawson last week that his reputation sucked. It needed a makeover. Does my image need a makeover? Do you guys think I’m slutty? Do people think that?”

  Bryce says, “Well, I don’t. I think you’re fun. You have kissed a lot of guys though, but you just kissed them, right? I mean that’s what I’ve heard.”

  “Yeah, well except for Dawes, we did more than kiss this weekend. And I haven’t kissed anyone since.”

  “Three whole days, huh?” (Point for Jake.)

  “Shut up.”

  “You’re cute and you’re chill. Guys like hanging out with girls that aren’t all high maintenance. Like at the cave, you can just chill. You don’t sit there talking the whole time about how we could get in trouble, about your hair, about whatever it is that most girls babble on about. And this weekend, I heard you got up in the morning, rolled out of bed and surfed. No hour of getting ready, no insecurities about how you look in a biki
ni, no complaining that it’s too hot or too cold, or that the guys were hitting on girls.”

  I laugh. “Haha, no way I’d complain about that. That was like the most entertaining part of the weekend. Watching Tyrese in action. He’s got that smooth, baby you sexy, thing. Then Riley. He just like throws it out there. You’re hot. Let’s hook up. Dallas is like the boy you think is all sweet and innocent and adorable and boom, next thing you know he’s kissing you. And Ace. He just lets his body do the talking. Walks around all buff and girls are like, Heyyyy. And then when he can’t talk to them about like something intellectual, he dismisses them as too boring.”

  “Wow, you pegged them all. That’s funny. How am I?”

  “Bryce, I really haven’t seen you in action, but what do you think of Maggie? She’s so cute.”

  Jake says, “Maggie is very pretty. Her hair always looks so shiny.”

  Maggie is very pretty. She’s got gorgeous natural auburn colored hair and green eyes. And even though she is probably naturally fair skinned, she tans to a really pretty light bronze color. She kinda glows.

  Bryce agrees, “She’s hot. I’d totally do her.”

  “I meant like as a date, not doing her.”

  “Oh, well we could do that first. Introduce me tomorrow night at the game?”

  “Okay. And Jake, you seem to be like a chameleon. You are whatever you think the girl wants.”

  “Oh, dude. That is you. You change every time you date a different girl.”

  “Is that good or bad?” Jake wonders.

  “I’d rather get to know the real you. Because I think you’re kinda naughty. I think you have a devious little mind. You size people up quick, figure out what they want, and fulfill their need in order to get what you want from them. You’re the used car salesman of dating.” (This is so Jake.)

  Bryce bursts out laughing, the teacher yells at him. We go back to staring at our clay.

  Jake whispers, “Tomorrow’s topic of discussion is how long a girl will make you wait and why? Do some research on that Kiki.”

  You’re my hero.

  lunch

  I tell Dawson that I’m gonna go sit with my friends today, cuz I wanna talk to Riley.

  “Riley!”

  “What-ee?”

  “You shoved Aiden up against the locker yesterday?”

  Riley gets kinda shy looking, “Oh that. Uh, yeah, I guess.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me? You want to put a nail in me and Aiden’s love coffin, him saying shit about me would do it.”

  He rolls his eyes. “I just...it’s not a big deal. I just kinda reacted.”

  I look him in the eyes. “Riley, it’s a big deal to me. You stood up for me. It’s sweet.”

  “See, I knew you’d go the whole all, it’s so sweet of me, thats why I didn’t tell you.”

  “That and he didn’t wanna hurt your feelings,” Dallas tells me.

  I give him my awww that’s soooo sweet eyes. Like the eyes you use when you see a newborn, or a floppy eared puppy, or the boy who just slammed a god into a locker for you. You feel a little love.

  “You’re my hero.” (Mine too.)

  “I told you, I feel this strange need to protect you. And for some reason, I think you’re going to need a lot of protecting.” He rolls his eyes at me.

  I think about what I read about demi gods on that weird kid’s website. About how sometimes you don’t know you are a god until you meet your.....shit, what was the word he used? It was like satyr. Is that even a word? Anyway like he’s your god guide, and he helps keep you safe til you learn to use your powers properly. I say, “You’re like my satyr.”

  “You’re a freak, and you’re taking this whole God of all Hottie thing way too far.”

  “Did I tell you I figured out his mother must have been the goddess, Aphrodite. And I need to take Greek Mythology class because that woman was interesting. She’s supposed to be the goddess of love, but she like tricked this dude into thinking she was just a pretty maiden, and he knew she was way too hot for that, but she seduced him and got herself pregnant, then was a total bitch to him. She is also a slut. She like got out of god jail or something by promising some other god her body.”

  Parker chimes in, “Dude, I wanna take that class too. Damn.”

  We chat happily about naughty things for the rest of lunch.

  And what is it with boys? They really like to talk about a certain body part. I tried really hard to seem cool and unembarrassed.

  And after hearing them go on and on, I’m pretty sure each one of those boys think their own penis is a demi god.

  As we’re throwing what’s left of lunch in the trash and putting our trays away, Riley says, “If you like my brother, why are you looking up god stuff on the internet?”

  “He’s using his powers against me. I was looking for ways to ward him off. Like garlic to scare off a vampire kinda thing.”

  “You’re so weird.”

  Dawson walks up, says, “Bro” and slaps Riley on the back. “We’re gonna work on that two step drop at practice today, k?”

  Riley grins and says, “Sure!”

  Then he turns to me and says, “Keatie.” And gives me his sexy, you can’t resist me eyes. Plus the way he says Keatie. Like I seriously melt. “How was your lunch?” (Keatie. It was literally all he had to say. That nickname made me melt.)

  “Sucked without you. What were you talking about over there?”

  “Did you know your brother slammed Aiden up against a locker yesterday for talking shit about us?”

  “Everyone knows that.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “I was going to tell you. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Or make you regret it.”

  “People suspect. They don’t know. Speaking of that. Do you want to again? I mean I thought that would be like all you’d want, like a lot of my friends after they do, they say it’s like all their boyfriend wants. Not that you’re my boyfriend, they just had boyfriend at the time like, and I’m rambling. I’m sorry.”

  He kisses my nose. “I don't want us to be about just sex. I like you.”

  “I like you too.”

  “But trust me, I want to. I’ve just been trying to be good. Oh, I have a question. Why are you embarrassed to tell me about your parents?”

  “Why don’t you tell me about your parents first?”

  “Okay, we’ll talk about all that this weekend. In bed.” He grins.

  “You think you can use your romantic ways to get me to tell you a secret? Maybe they’re international spies, and it will put your life in jeopardy if I tell you. Maybe they’re in the witness protection program because my mom had a baby with a mob boss, and then stole some secret files. Maybe if I tell you, I will have to kill you.”

  “You're cute.”

  No response

  French

  Go to french class on cloud nine, until I see Aiden and remember what he said about me.

  I turn around and say, “Heard about practice yesterday, good to know you think so highly of me.”

  He doesn’t respond.

  It’s a fake ass kicking.

  5:40pm

  Call mom.

  I know she probably wont answer, but I call anyways. At least she will see my missed call. I am surprised when Tommy answers her phone.

  “Hey Kiki, hows life, baby?”

  “It’s okay. How come you're not like filming or whatever right now?”

  He clears his throat. “Well, your mom is. She’s kissing our co-star as we speak. I couldn't watch. Good news is, later in the movie, I get to kick his ass.”

  “Yeah, but it’s a fake ass kicking.”

  “Well you know, sometimes you forget a step in a choreographed fight scene, and sometimes the punches actually connect. It’s really unfortunate, but it happens.” (Tommy is awesome.)

  “You’re bad.”

  He laughs. “So hey, I’m glad you called. We just got our premiere schedule and are going to be doing the rounds in
Europe mid November, so we thought we’d do Thanksgiving in France. Can you do that?”

  “I could but it would be hard. I would be traveling a lot of the time. We’re only off Wednesday through Sunday.” (Obviously, this got cut because she couldn’t see her family.)

  “True. Hmmm. Well can you come up here sometime before that? Bring Gorgeous?”

  “We do have a bye week when I don’t have to dance in a couple weeks. I’ll text Marcus the dates. I don’t know about bringing anyone though.”

  “So what will you do over Thanksgiving?”

  “I don’t know. Haven’t thought about it.”

  “Well, you could go stay at my loft in New York. Or you could take some friends maybe and go down to the place in St Kitts. Hang at the beach. Or go to Malibu.” (Even though she ended up at a loft in New York, having her pick it, buy it, furnish it, all that stuff herself was a big deal for her—rather than me just making it one of their homes. Knowing she couldn’t go home made her feel afloat. No anchor. The loft in New York gave her that anchor. And became a special place for her and Aiden.)

  “Yeah, I don’t know. I’ll think about it. You’d be okay with that? Like me having friends there, no supervision?”

  “Well, I might send James or Billy.”

  Billy is the biggest of the family security crew.

  “Uugggg. I want to blend in, Tommy.”

  “I’ll tell you what, you leave the country, you take Billy. You stay at the loft, you can stay by yourself. Just be responsible.”

  “I can do that.”

  “Also Pauli and your mom have decided you’re not to fly commercial. They’re worried about that. Also when we do the premiere over Christmas, here in the states, you’re to be on the red carpet with us.” (This scene right here is what sparked the stalker idea. Because I reread this and was like why can’t she fly commercial? What’s happened in their past to make them worry about that? Was it simply because Abby and Tommy were famous, or was there more? Obviously, it became so much more.)