I'm a Model that's Undercover as The School's Nerd

“You know with your connections I’m sure you could even get tickets just by asking.” She said looking at me.
I shrugged, “Maybe, but that would involve going to more awards shows and going to more parties.”
She rolled her eyes, “Well, the awards shows are something you should want to go to. You get to see so many different artists
perform.”
"I’m over that phase, but hey, give your career some time, and you'll be where I am and can go to as many awards shows as you
want in no time," I said with a knowing smile.
She frowned. "I sure hope so. I mean, you're eighteen and you're getting away with drinking illegally at these parties after your
huge fashion shows in New York."
I smiled innocently. "Yeah, let's just keep that to ourselves though." I bit back a small smirk. Believe it or not, that was a one-time
thing and since then, I’d vowed to never drink again. I didn't like the feeling of not knowing what I was doing, and I didn't like not
remembering every event the next day. Besides the one drinking incident that only Tori and those who were at the party know
about, I've had a completely clean record
We fell into a comfortable silence, and I decided to leave it at that with only the music filling the silence in the air till we got to
school, since I was dead tired.
It didn't take long until we pulled up at the school parking lot. We went to our lockers together, pushing past people in the
crowded hallway. Tori's locker was only a few down from mine.
This was usually the time we would split up, since we only had our lunch together and science at the end of the day. Deciding to
say my goodbye, I lightly bumped my hip with hers. "Bye, see you at lunch."
"Bye, see ya then," she said with a wave, and we split up.
Now, time for lovely history with Mr. Stark.
Please allow yourself to notice my sincere sarcasm.
My job here as an undercover student was to be a nerd. If I wanted to stay in a public school then I needed to follow the rules set
by my mother and my modeling agent, Mary. My only rules were to stay out of trouble, get good grades, and be on all the

teachers' good sides to try to have a normal life. Let me tell you, that's a hard thing when you go to a school with a bunch of girls
who care more about gossip than their actual studies.
As I was walking to class, I accidentally bumped into the school's queen bee, the one and only Stacey Heart. She was a real
daisy to talk to. I mean, it wasn't hard to picture her in your head, brunette with long, curled hair and short-shorts with a tank top.
Don't ask me how she got past the dress code because I had no idea but it probably had something to do with her sleeping with
the hall monitors. I mentally scolded myself; I needed to start paying attention and stop getting lost in my thoughts.
"Watch where you're going, freak," Stacey sneered, pushing my books all over the floor. "You ruined my new shirt."
"Sorry," I mumbled, trying to pat down her shirt with the napkin that had been around my Starbucks cup. She only pushed me
back and let out a strangled-sounding noise.
"Don't touch me," she snapped, pushing past me. I let out a sigh and started to pick up my books. But, of course, Stacey needed
to make one of her usual scenes and kicked one of my books across the hall and started laughing obnoxiously as the minute bell
rung.
Great. I'm going to be late to class. So much for that clean record.
"Go fetch, like the dog you are," Stacey sneered, as she walked away with her Michael Kors' bag sitting on her shoulder and her
matching name brand shoes squeaking down the hallway.
Nice. Of course, I had to be her unlucky victim of the day.
I pushed my hair behind my ear as I started to reach for my books, one by one. I glanced at the stragglers left in the hall.
Unsurprisingly, there were quite a few people still talking about Stacey's scene.
Like I said, it's a normal thing for her, a new victim has to deal with her bitch wrath every day. When I finally got all but one book,
Stacey's friend, Anne, ran over and kicked the book further away from me.
"Oops, sorry, my foot slipped," she said with a fake pout before walking away as the late bell rung.
I huffed out loud. "Cool, fantastic. So much for that good day I was having," I muttered to myself. I grabbed my remaining book
and quickly jogged toward my class. I slowed down the pace once I was two doors away and straightened my appearance. I
knocked on the locked and closed door. Mr. Stark stopped whatever he was saying and opened it, letting me in, three minutes
late.

"Mr. Stark, I'm so sorry I'm late. My books fell on my way here," I lied as I walked into the classroom in front of everyone's
piercing eyes, which I decided to ignore. They could stare all they wanted. I mean, it's not like I killed someone. All I did was
come in late.
"Well, I'm sorry, Ms. Thompson. I know this is your first time being late but rules are rules. If I let you off, then I have to let
everyone off and so you must get a detention," he said.
I held back myself from commenting on the fact that he'd let many students off before and only nodded, keeping a tight smile on
my face. I took a seat in the back of the room.
By the time lunch arrived, I’d already decided today was the worst day so far this year as Stacey's group yelled little attention-
seeking comments to try to get some type of emotion from me, most likely hoping for tears.
Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna cry over them.
I walked over to where Tori and my other friend, Katy, were sitting. Now, Katy was definitely someone who would never know my
secret because she was a total gossip. She knows everything that goes around this school. If I told her, she would spread my
secret like wildfire. Friend or not, she was still a gossip. Don't get me wrong, I mean, I completely accept that about her. I just
can't risk my secret, especially since I've made it this far.
"Hey, guys," I said, sitting down at the table with my lunch in hand.
"Hey, Clover," they said in sync, still giggling about something they were talking about before.
Katy suddenly gasped, slamming her hand down on the table loudly, causing a few people to look our way. "Oh, my gosh,
Clover!" she said and Tori raised an eyebrow. "Spill the beans. I totally heard rumors about you being Stacey's victim. Tell us
what happened," Katy said, placing her head on her hand and leaning forward slightly.
I couldn't help but chuckle. I wasn't even the worst of Stacey's victims. I mean, once a freshman tried to get into her in crowd by
offering to carry her books. Stacey had that poor girl not only crying by the end of the week, but somehow, she even got her
kicked off the cheer team. A team Stacey's not even a part of.
"Whoa, wait, what happened?" Tori asked with concern.
I waved her off. "It really was nothing." I took a bite out of my chicken salad. Neither one was having it as they stared me down,
waiting for me to tell them the story. After three minutes of them just staring at me, I finally broke and told them everything.

"What a bitch," Tori snapped, and I silently agreed. She wasn't the Cinderella of the place, that's for sure.
"You need to stick up for yourself," Katy said and Tori agreed. “You shouldn't let her talk to you like that. You should use that sass
you always use toward us," Katy said, giving me an encouraging smile.
"What sass?" I questioned curiously. I thought I was pretty good at hiding that. I mean, I'm told all the time that I can be
extremely sassy, but I was good at being a different person at school. A good girl who kept mostly to herself.
"What sass? Honey, you are like, off the scales with how much sass you can have. With the way you talk, to the way you
sometimes walk, swaying your hips. You should stop with those oversized shirts and the hoodies. Show off your body; I bet you
have curves. You'd probably make even Stacey jealous." Katy took a bite of her own salad.
"Nah, I don't have any curves. Ask Tori, she's seen me in a bathing suit before. I'm that person who has curves in all the wrong
places," I lied, waving her off.
"Yeah, no offense, but you're like looking at one of those tall fans. You got little curves that come out of nowhere," Tori said,
quickly covering for me.
I almost snorted. Did she really just compare me to a fan?
"I doubt it," Katy argued, giving us a look that said she was unconvinced.
I didn't respond and only shoved a fork full of a salad into my face.
Yeah, like I said, Katy's a well-known gossip.