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Layla's Life

Friday, November 6th, 2009

Providence, RI

2:06 PM EST

"Good afternoon, Sweetness!...Or should I say, 'Good evening,' since it's 7:06 where you are. Anyway, it's me…Layla. Just calling to wish you a 'Happy Birthday.' The day's almost over, over there; so you're probably partying in a pub right now with your mates. I meant to call you earlier, I've just been preparing for my match for tonight. You can catch it in the early morning on Sky Sports 3…in case you're interested…Look, I really want to speak with you…I just wish you'd answer the phone when I call."

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Bye, Parvati."

Layla ended the call and exited the bathroom while Taker entered it. She was spending time with Michelle in her and Taker's hotel room. They figured that there wasn't much to do in Providence and decided to stay in and do girly things together, like paint each other's nails and read fashion magazines. Layla waddled to the couple's bed with toenail separators stuffed between her toes.

"What took you so long, Lay?"

Michelle was in the midst of waving her nails dry. They matched the color of the outfit that she was planning on wearing tonight, which was black and white.

"Just had to make a phone call. So, what were we talking about?"

"You."

"Oh, yes! Well, my father's from Morocco but he moved to London to go to university. He's a director of operations for a cruise line. That's how he met my mum, through a cruise trip to Spain. I grew up in this little neighborhood called Ladbroke Grove, which is on the west end of London. After I graduated from the performing arts program at my college, I wanted to dance. My dad and mum weren't too happy about it; they wanted me to follow my dad's footsteps and do something in business. So, I got a job as a dancer at Carnival Cruise Lines since it was sort of in my dad's line of business. After I moved here in the States, I auditioned for a spot on the Miami Heat dance team. I worked there for two years, did a couple of cameos in some music videos. Then, my personal trainer told me about the Diva Search three years ago and…the rest is history."

"OK. So, let's get to the juicy stuff. When was your first time?"

"You mean, the first time I…shagged someone."

"Yeah!"

"Well…"

The two giggled, while Taker rolled his eyes; the last thing he wanted to hear about was his girlfriend's romp sessions with some other guy.

"Well, as I said before, I graduated from the performing arts program at the St. Charles Catholic Sixth Form College before I moved here to the States. That was where I had my first time."

"You had sex at school?"

"Yeah, it was behind the curtains in the auditorium before musical theatre club. I was about 16—"

"Wait…you went to college when you were 16?"

"Well…What we call 'College,' you call 'High School.' And what we call 'University,' you call 'College.'"

"Oh…"

Great, so not only did I have to speak Heterosexualese but Americanese as well! Layla thought.

"It was with Tracy Dougall."

Luckily, Tracy was a unisex name, so Michelle wouldn't suspect that Tracy was a girl. Layla just needed to remember to not use the pronoun "she."

"How was it?"

"It was great, until she—I mean, he left me for…another girl."

"What?"

"Yeah, she—I mean, he told me what we had was just for practice for the real thing."

"That douchebag!"

"Tell me about it! My only regret was that I didn't tell her how I felt about it."

"Her?" Taker interjected. Layla didn't even notice him sitting on the chaise by the sliding doors of the room, reading a newspaper.

"What?"

"You said, 'I didn't tell her how I felt.'"

"Oh, uh…" Layla focused on her dried toenails, hoping Taker couldn't tell if she was lying or not. "Well…I meant him, of course."

"Right…"

Layla looked up at him for a split second and saw the salacious smile on his face.

"So, when was your first time, 'Chelle?" Layla asked, eager to change the subject.

"The night of my honeymoon. With my first husband."

"What was it like?"

"You mean all two minutes of it?"

They all laughed, including Taker.

"Not very eventful! Talk about an anti-climax. The whole night, I was so nervous, yet—by the end of it—all I kept thinking was, 'That's it?'"

After discussing their love lives in detail, Layla's phone rang. Her ringtone was "Hedwig's Theme" from the soundtrack of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone." She picked it up but, as soon as she did, it stopped ringing. It was a call. From Parvati. Layla redialed Parvati's number but it went straight to voicemail, just like her last call.

"You like 'Harry Potter'?"

"Of course!"

"You're such a Brit!" Michelle joked.

"Ay!" Layla smiled. "Don't judge me!"

"…No one should judge you, Layla." Taker stated, which seemed to come from nowhere. "We all have secrets…closeted…deep in our souls."

Layla stared at Taker, who stared back at her. Layla felt that his words had a double meaning. What their second meaning was, well…she didn't want to go there.

"OK, babe," Michelle said, "Smackdown isn't for another six hours, so…stop being weird."