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.

at my house

stared to argue, but he had already started

don't have your address," I yelled and he just kept walking.

"I'll text it to you," he said before walking out of the

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

to you again," I groaned, sitting

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

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

table, her eyes sparkling with something I wasn't sure of. "Oh, my gosh, you are so lucky! He can, like, make you have

she see that was the last

it be a big deal if he told Stacey?" Tori

so she'd be pissed if she found out she didn't win a round of 'Who's the

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

Apparently, one was the new girl and the other was Clancy, that really spunky girl with purple hair. Head of the dance

recognizing the name immediately.

lives. Who he lives with. Haven't you heard that the most secret part of a boy is where he lives?" Katy gushed once

off like it wasn't that big of a deal. Although, in reality that’s how I’d probably learn the most about who he really is.

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

a few people think that. It's something Stacey's friend, Hailey, started a while back when you did all the work for the

"Thanks for letting me know," I muttered.

Tori said and I

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

you grab me

went to get my lunch. See, that's the wonderful thing about Tori. She 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 I have an agent who makes me

not two, just one.

me a strict diet. One I broke last night with

me. Her flat tone showed

a chicken salad,

"$7.50," she said, handing me my

day a little. I

a call from her earlier. I stepped outside and dialed her number, waiting patiently

Mary said into

I missed your call. I

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