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.

my house

he had already

your address," I yelled and he just kept

text it to you," he said before walking out of the building. Yes, in the middle

cafeteria where Tori and possibly Katy 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

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

"Why? What'd I do now?" Tori questioned.

group were there, so he blackmailed me that he would mention it to Stacey if I didn't do something for

He can, like, make you have a

that was the last thing I wanted to

big deal

if she found out she didn't win a round of 'Who's the better bitch' yesterday. I mean, she purposely did all that so I'd be late and she'd look better."

against everyone," Tori agreed. “I heard she

too! Apparently, one was the new girl and the other was Clancy, that really spunky girl with

recognizing the name immediately.

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

off like it wasn't that big of a deal. Although, in

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

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 the project

me know," I

to him exactly. You just do his school work," Tori said and I silently agreed. She did have a point. If things all go downhill, that’ll be my escape route.

point there, but I'll be right back. I have to make a call, and I'm going to go get a

me

can eat whatever she wants and will never gain a pound. It's nice for her, but I have to admit, I sometimes felt jealous since

One, not two, just one.

in shape and gave me a strict diet. One I broke last

do you want?" the lunch lady asked, staring blankly at me. Her flat tone

have a cheeseburger and a chicken salad, please?" I asked sweetly.

"$7.50," she said, handing

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

to call Mary back since I missed a call from her earlier. I stepped outside and dialed her number,

Mary said into the phone.

I was in

you know you're going to New York this coming weekend. We're