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

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said with a wry smile.

"I'd love to." He tucked a piece of my hair back, or rather a piece of my fake hair back. I pushed him away. "Fine, you want to know my name first?"

Michael chuckled loudly, blowing on one of those vapor things. "She probably already knows your name," he said, which was true, but I didn't say anything since Andrew was too drunk to care.

Andrew sent me a drunken smile. "The name is Andrew Carter and yes, if you were wondering…" He paused, putting his hand to his chest, probably trying to stop the throw up from leaving his mouth. "I sure as hell throw some badass parties. You're welcome to come to the next one, but if you do, which I know you will, wear something a little hotter." He pulled at the sleeve of my hoodie.

"Twelve more minutes of this misery and then I'm free," I muttered to myself after checking the time on my phone.

Who was stupid enough to show up at school completely drunk off their ass? I mean, he's throwing away his whole life and for what? A pack of cigarettes and a twelve pack of beer? It's repulsive. I don't know how Stacey even puts up with this if he's like this on a daily basis.

Jack seemed to hear me because he responded to the comment, "You know, you don't have to stay here. I mean, Mr.Ollie only shows up on Wednesdays. You're safe since it's Monday. "

"No, no, no," Andrew said, jumping down from the teacher's desk and almost tripping into another desk. “The nerd can't leave. I mean, she's too good for all of that. Stacey would be pissed as hell if she found out that you didn't even get a real punishment."

I narrowed my eyes. Was he really threatening me with Stacey?

"I spilled coffee on her shirt; big deal. I can pay for a new one if it's seriously that much of a problem,” I snapped, getting fed up with everyone in this room.

"No, it's okay. If you have some place to be then I'll just let her know. She shouldn't mind too much," he said giving me a pathetic taste of sarcasm.

I tapped my nails against the desk irritably, I wasn’t in the mood for all of this. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not leaving yet.” I said making myself more comfortable in my seat before I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my timeline on Instagram that was mostly filled with celebrities I knew and only a few people from school.

longer than

relief, happy to have him off my back. It only stayed like that for another fifteen minutes, him and his friends talking and laughing obnoxiously before I knew I had to get going if I wanted to make it in time

my

going?” Andrew asked, noticing my standing figure.

“I need to leave.” I said slipping

“And what did I say about leaving? Unless you have some type of memory loss

I scowled, “Fine, what do you want?”

yet." Andrew lightly tapped his stubbled chin with his index finger. “But I'll make sure to let you know when I think of

I sighed. "Okay, whatever."

that and headed out of the room just as my phone rang loudly throughout the hallway. I pulled the device from my back pocket and frowned

I said with fake happiness.

You should be here by now!" Mary yelled through the

"I know, I know. I totally forgot, I'm at Tori's house, and I'll leave right now and meet you there," I

Mandy Francisco," she said with a sigh. "If you want to go to that fashion show this year then you need her to approve everything from

to the lecture I've only heard a million times, "Yes, Mary, I know. I'll be there in ten

all you've got," she snapped before disconnecting the

glanced at my phone and shoved it inside my pocket. "Sure, Mary, my day was fine. Thanks for asking," I said in a posh tone, sarcastically making little

talk to yourself or only on special occasions?" a man asked and I gasped,

said with a wide smile. "What are you

supposed to be staying at your place for a night,” he told me and I squealed, giving him

with. He's the one who goes to the parties and the one who will