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.

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

She was a real daisy to talk to. I mean, it wasn't hard to picture her in your head, brunette

do with her sleeping with the hall monitors. I mentally scolded myself; I needed to start paying attention and stop

where you're going, freak," Stacey sneered, pushing my books all over the floor. "You ruined my

been around my Starbucks cup. She only

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.

be late to class. So much for that clean

are," Stacey sneered, as she walked away with her Michael Kors' bag sitting

to be her unlucky victim

glanced at the stragglers left in the hall. Unsurprisingly, there were quite a few people still talking about Stacey's scene.

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

slipped," she said with a fake pout before walking away as

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

eyes, which I decided to ignore. They could stare all

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

myself from commenting on the fact that he'd let many students off before and only nodded, keeping a tight smile on my face.

far this year as Stacey's group yelled little attention-seeking comments to try to get some type of emotion from me, most likely

right. Like I'm gonna cry over

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,

said, sitting down at the table with my

said in sync, still giggling about something they were talking about before.

an eyebrow. "Spill the beans. I totally heard rumors about you being Stacey's victim. Tell us what happened,"