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

On my way to lunch, I had another encounter with Andrew, who was waiting at my locker.

I wouldn't be surprised if he’d never left the spot this morning.

"What do you want?" I asked, opening my locker.

"You were good earlier, I'll admit that. I almost thought I was that drunk yesterday, but it doesn't matter now because I figured out what you're going to do," he said, making me stop what I was doing and look at him, raising an eyebrow as a signal to continue talking.

"Oh, and what am I going to do exactly?" I asked, not at all amused or excited.

"You're supposedly some nerd, so you'll do my homework. I have a book report due Friday along with a history project. You'll come over and do both," he said.

I burst out laughing. "You can't be serious." I shook my head as I grabbed my last few books for the day before shutting my locker. "Why would I come to your place to do your homework?"

He shrugged. "You owe me."

I thought it over, and it wouldn't be that bad. Only those two things? Seemed easy enough. Plus, I’ve already seen a couple different sides of this Andrew Carter. Maybe spending some time with him could make me discover who he actually was. The drunken fool? Or something more? Either way, for some reason I was curious and I definitely wanted to know the answer.

"So, only those two things and then I'm free?" I asked, although I couldn’t care less about this deal. It was my goal of knowing more about the rumored delinquent than anything else.

He shook his head. "Oh, my bad. I forgot to mention. You'll be doing it for the next month."

I scoffed. "No way in hell. One week."

"Four weeks."

"Two," I argued and he thought it over.

"Fine, two it is," he agreed.

"And I'll do it at my own time at my house."

This time, it was his turn to argue. "No, because you need to do quality work. Not your AP quality work."

I smirked, tilting my head to the side a bit. "So, I just need to forget to dot my I's, write my name, and only do half the assignment then?" I asked sweetly, causing him to glower.

"You're not funny. I'll see you at my house after school," he said.

argue, but he had already started walking away.

yelled and he just kept walking.

he said before walking out of

were waiting. I wasn't sure how he'd text me since he didn't have my number, but I didn't bother to question it. When I entered the cafeteria, it was obnoxiously loud due to all the booming voices from

"Oh, my gosh, Tori. I am never listening to you again," I groaned, sitting down on the bench.

do now?"

that I left early from detention like you told me to, and Mr. Ollie wasn't there, but Andrew and his group were there, so he blackmailed me that he would mention it to Stacey if I

sure of. "Oh, my gosh, you are so lucky! He

Didn't she see that was the last thing I wanted

it be a big deal if he

she found out she didn't win

"She has a mysterious vendetta against everyone," Tori agreed. “I heard she already had two girls running off crying after an encounter today.”

the new girl and the other was Clancy, that really spunky girl with purple hair. Head of the dance team?” Katy

the name

see where he lives. Who he lives with. Haven't you heard that the

a deal. Although, in reality that’s how I’d probably learn the most about who he really is.

him, though. Plus, he is the school's player who's constantly getting in trouble. I don't want to get involved with that. No one around here would want me to either because, apparently, I'm the school's nerd. The player and the nerd don't mix." I was partly telling the truth since I really didn’t need the attention, but curiosity was a little more ruling in

turning her head to the side. "Only a few people think that. It's something Stacey's friend, Hailey, started a while back when you did all the work for

"Thanks for letting me know," I

don't have to talk to him exactly. You just do his school work," Tori said and I silently agreed. She did

to make a call, and I'm going to go

Clover! Can you grab me a cheeseburger?" Tori asked.

for her, but I

not two, just one.

me a strict diet. One I broke last night with

asked, staring blankly at me. Her flat

have a cheeseburger and a chicken salad,

"$7.50," she said, handing me

and keep the change for yourself," I tell her, handing her a twenty-dollar bill, hoping it will brighten up her day a little. I walked over and handed Tori her burger, and I set down my own salad before

a call from her earlier. I stepped

said into the

I was in

you know you're going to New York this coming