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.

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

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

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

going, freak," Stacey sneered, pushing my books all over the floor. "You ruined my new

shirt with the napkin that had been around my Starbucks cup. She only pushed me back

up my books. But, of course, Stacey needed to make one of her usual scenes and kicked one of my books across the hall

Great. I'm going to be late to class. So much for that clean record.

away with her Michael Kors' bag sitting on her shoulder and her matching name

had to be her unlucky victim of the day.

glanced at the stragglers left in the hall. Unsurprisingly, there were quite a

new victim has to deal with her bitch wrath every day. When

fake pout before walking away as the late bell rung.

"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.

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.

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.

many students off before and only nodded, keeping a tight smile on my face. I took

year as Stacey's group yelled little attention-seeking comments to try to get some type of emotion from

Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna

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

down at the table with my lunch in hand.

"Hey, Clover," they said in sync, still giggling about

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