Chapter 1 I''m a Model that''s Undercover as The School''s Nerd


    There were many opportunities given to a person in life. When going to school, I’m given the


    opportunity to work hard and be anything I wanted to be in life. A world-ss surgeon, a well-known


    movie director, awyer, or, even something more along the fine arts section. I made the risky decision


    of modelling. I took the opportunity with modelling that could either sore in life and give the career of


    rich or fame or it couldn’t go more than a localmercial. My name’s Clover Thompson, but to the


    world, I’m Lucky.


    My mother named me after a four-leaf clover she found while walking inside. Apparently, when she


    bent down to pick it up it was in that exact moment her water broke. As she was giving birth she held


    onto the small green clover and when the time came and I popped out, she decided to share the name


    with me, naming me Clover Thompson. Thompson, being our family name of course. I got the name


    Lucky when my career went sky rocketing up after my first magazine appearance. It wasn’t something


    that happened at a such a young age which is why they called me Lucky, plus a four-leaf clover is


    supposed to be lucky. Either way, the name has stuck ever since.


    And, speaking of my mother, she wasn''t my biggest fan, but I was grateful for the fact that she was the


    one who started me in the modeling business when I was two years old.


    N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    Yes, in case you were wondering, you can find pictures of me today in your local Babies R Us catalog.


    Now, I know I''m being a little nonchnt about this whole model business thing but it''s because I''ve


    done this whole thing for sixteen years all starting in this exact city in Long Beach, California. That is


    why it didn''t take long for me to be Victoria''s Secret''s number one angel.


    Beep. Beep. Beep.


    I jumped in my chair as my rather annoying rm went off for the billionth time. Yeah, I''m not what you


    would call a morning person. I set, at the least, ten rms a morning because I have a bad habit of


    sleeping through them like a groundhog sleeps through winter.


    Nah, I don''t think I''m that bad.


    Beep. Beep. Beep.


    Okay, maybe I''m just a little bad.


    But in my defense, I''m technically still a teenager. We like our sleep but today was one of my better


    days. It''s two months into school, so at this point I''m used to the five-thirty wake-up call.


    I turned off the rest of my rms and continued with my usual morning routine. I made sure my fake,


    latex nose piece that I added on only for school was perfectly on my face before I started French


    braiding my blond, slightly shower-wet hair to the back. Once the two braids were done, I twisted them


    together and pinned them up into a bun, a special trick my stylist taught me a few years ago. I put on a


    new wig cap, slightly wincing at the tightness of it since it''s never been worn. After a minute of getting


    used to the feeling, I added on a long brown messy wig.


    I guess I should exin that my life as a model isn''t your most typical lifestyle. One of the perks of


    being the number one Victoria’s Secret’s Model is that everyone would kill to have you model for them


    as well as pay you quite a bit for just one photo shoot. One of the downsides, is that your life isn''t


    exactly normal. I was followed from time to time. The paparazzi thoroughly enjoyed trying to find some


    story that could ruin my perfect image.


    They never seeded though.


    Why? Well, simply because they didn''t see me outside of my model life. In school, I''m known as Clover


    Thompson, my legal name. My modeling name is Lucky. It was an easy thing, really, since the world


    didn''t know me by anything else besides Lucky. Now, how does the whole thing work? Outside of


    school, I dress normally and go on with my life as I usually do. In school, I dress down and change my


    appearancepletely, hence the fake nose.


    I know it''s a strange thing, going undercover in high school. Who would want to go to school? Well,


    when you live your life with private tutors, it kind of sucks. That''s why I decided to start the undercover


    in high school thing as soon as I was old enough to attend. It probably all seemed like a lonely life, but I


    had my best friend, Tori. She’s just like me, a model who attends high school, but since she''s new to


    Victoria’s Secret, she doesn''t get much recognition in school.


    I nced at the clock and knew it was time to start picking up the pace a bit. I stood up from my chair in


    front of my vanity mirror and went over to my closet. I opened the white doors and stepped into the


    humongous closet filled with tons of outfits. I walked into the back where my school clothes were


    located and slipped on a in, olive-colored t-shirt over my embroidered, ck bra and then a warm,


    oversized hoodie. I then slid on a pair of red jeans that fit perfectly,pletely covering my ck


    lace panties before I pulled on a pair of ankle socks and some Converse to finish off my outfit.


    Ding.


    I nced at my iPhone thatid on my vanity, plugged into the charger. I slid my finger across the


    phone, quickly putting in the passcode and easily unlocking it before going to the messages.


    Hey, babe. I''ming up, Tori had texted and I smiled. Tori was the only one I trusted everything with,


    from my secret to the key to my house. She was one of those friends you could trust with your life if it


    came down to a life or death situation. She was like the sister I didn’t get the opportunity to grow up


    with.


    Like the one I could only imagine since she was gone too soon.


    Besides that, Tori and I were extremely close and found it easier to take turns driving to school every


    day. The car I usually use for school is an old, beige-colored Cavalier but the one I prefer to use


    outside of school is my ck Audi R8 coupe. In other words, my life. That car is the one thing I couldn''t


    live without.


    Tori lightly tapped on the door beforeing in. "Hey, you almost ready?" She handed me my usual


    drink from Starbucks, a caramel espresso grande. Heaven in a cup.


    "Yeah, I just need to remember where I put my sses yesterday," I said, moving my makeup around


    on my dresser and opening drawers as I tried to find the square frames.


    "You truly show that you''re a natural blonde," Tori said, chuckling as she handed me the sses.


    I scowled. "Where''d you find them?"


    She rolled her eyes at me. "You left them on the kitchen table."


    I sent her a sheepish smile. Of course, I did. Ha, I totally knew that.


    Well, I would''ve known that... eventually.


    I slid on the fake sses and gave myself a quick look in my full body mirror on the wall. "Sexy as


    ever." I winked and Tori snorted.


    "Yeah, the boys will truly be drooling," she said dryly before ushering me out of my room. We headed


    down the stairs to the living room where I grabbed my gray and ck book bag off the plush, white


    couch.


    "You know, I''m starting to think you have some secret boyfriend or something. No teenager on earth is


    as wide awake as you and in such a hurry to go to school. I mean, it''s six-thirty in the morning," I said,


    dragging my feet behind her as we exited the house, locking the door behind us.


    I didn''t bother to yell a goodbye, since the house was empty. My parents weren’t around very often. I


    know what you''re thinking, wow, another teenager with some oh-so-sad life with parents who weren''t


    around and didn''t care. But my life wasn''t like that. I mean, sure, my dad didn''t care much, but my


    mother definitely cared when it came to my career. They were both busy—my mom with her fashion


    companies all around the world and my dad with his full-time job as a surgeon. Trust me, though, it


    wasn''t as bad as it seemed. I mean, I''m used to it.


    "You know, life would be good if I had a boyfriend to take me to school. Then I wouldn''t have to


    constantly nag you on not taking forever," she said.


    "Please, you truly love me," I said, as we got into Tori''s silver jeep, being careful not to spill our drinks


    on the leather seats. She nced at her phone, sending a quick text before starting up the car.


    I sighed dramatically. "C''mon, Tori. Hurry up and drive before we''rete. We don''t want to ruin my


    perfect attendance record, and we don''t want your boyfriend to think you got in an ident or


    something," I said teasingly.


    She snorted. "You know I don''t have a boyfriend," she chided for the billionth time as she finally pulled


    out of the driveway and started the not-too-long drive to school.


    "You will as soon as next week''s cataloguees out," I said, sending her a wink.


    Instead of responding, she turned up the music, letting the top song of the week st through the


    speakers.


    "I absolutely love Drake,” I said with a dreamy sigh. "I can''t wait till we go see him in concert next fall," I


    said, lightly tapping my fingers on my jeans to the beat.


    "Yeah, I still can''t believe we won tickets to that," Tori said, with an excited grin.


    "I know!” I eximed matching her excitement.


    "I would literally give that man my life savings for a hug." She sighed dreamily.


    I couldn''t help but chuckle.


    That''s how I feel about Zayn Malik.