Chapter 2
“You know with your connections I’m sure you could even get tickets just by asking.” She said looking
at me.
I shrugged, “Maybe, but that would involve going to more awards shows and going to more parties.”
She rolled her eyes, “Well, the awards shows are something you should want to go to. You get to see
so many different artists perform.”
"I’m over that phase, but hey, give your career some time, and you''ll be where I am and can go to as
many awards shows as you want in no time," I said with a knowing smile.
She frowned. "I sure hope so. I mean, you''re eighteen and you''re getting away with drinking illegally at
these parties after your huge fashion shows in New York."
I smiled innocently. "Yeah, let''s just keep that to ourselves though." I bit back a small smirk. Believe it or
not, that was a one-time thing and since then, I’d vowed to never drink again. I didn''t like the feeling of
not knowing what I was doing, and I didn''t like not remembering every event the next day. Besides the
one drinking incident that only Tori and those who were at the party know about, I''ve had apletely
clean record
We fell into afortable silence, and I decided to leave it at that with only the music filling the silence
in the air till we got to school, since I was dead tired.
It didn''t take long until we pulled up at the school parking lot. We went to our lockers together, pushing
past people in the crowded hallway. Tori''s locker was only a few down from mine.
This was usually the time we would split up, since we only had our lunch together and science at the
end of the day. Deciding to say my goodbye, I lightly bumped my hip with hers. "Bye, see you at lunch."
"Bye, see ya then," she said with a wave, and we split up.
Now, time for lovely history with Mr. Stark.
Please allow yourself to notice my sincere sarcasm.
My job here as an undercover student was to be a nerd. If I wanted to stay in a public school then I
needed to follow the rules set by my mother and my modeling agent, Mary. My only rules were to stay
out of trouble, get good grades, and be on all the teachers'' good sides to try to have a normal life. Let
me tell you, that''s a hard thing when you go to a school with a bunch of girls who care more about
gossip than their actual studies.
As I was walking to ss, I identally bumped into the school''s queen bee, the one and only Stacey
Heart. She was a real daisy to talk to. I mean, it wasn''t hard to picture her in your head, brte with
long, curled hair and short-shorts with a tank top.
Don''t ask me how she got past the dress code because I had no idea but it probably had something to
do with her sleeping with the hall monitors. I mentally scolded myself; I needed to start paying attention
and stop getting lost in my thoughts.
"Watch where you''re going, freak," Stacey sneered, pushing my books all over the floor. "You ruined
my new shirt."
"Sorry," I mumbled, trying to pat down her shirt with the napkin that had been around my Starbucks
cup. She only pushed me back and let out a strangled-sounding noise.
"Don''t touch me," she snapped, pushing past me. I let out a sigh and started to pick up my books. But,
of course, Stacey needed to make one of her usual scenes and kicked one of my books across the hall
and startedughing obnoxiously as the minute bell rung.
Great. I''m going to bete to ss. So much for that clean record.
"Go fetch, like the dog you are," Stacey sneered, as she walked away with her Michael Kors'' bag sitting
on her shoulder and her matching name brand shoes squeaking down the hallway.
Nice. Of course, I had to be her unlucky victim of the day.
I pushed my hair behind my ear as I started to reach for my books, one by one. I nced at the
stragglers left in the hall. Unsurprisingly, there were quite a few people still talking about Stacey''s
scene.
Like I said, it''s a normal thing for her, a new victim has to deal with her bitch wrath every day. When I
finally got all but one book, Stacey''s friend, Anne, ran over and kicked the book further away from me.
"Oops, sorry, my foot slipped," she said with a fake pout before walking away as thete bell rung.
I huffed out loud. "Cool, fantastic. So much for that good day I was having," I muttered to myself. I
grabbed my remaining book and quickly jogged toward my ss. I slowed down the pace once I was
two doors away and straightened my appearance. I knocked on the locked and closed door. Mr. Stark
stopped whatever he was saying and opened it, letting me in, three minuteste.
"Mr. Stark, I''m so sorry I''mte. My books fell on my way here," I lied as I walked into the ssroom in
front of everyone''s piercing eyes, which I decided to ignore. They could stare all they wanted. I mean,
it''s not like I killed someone. All I did wase inte.
"Well, I''m sorry, Ms. Thompson. I know this is your first time beingte but rules are rules. If I let you
off, then I have to let everyone off and so you must get a detention," he said.
I held back myself frommenting on the fact that he''d let many students off before and only nodded,
keeping a tight smile on my face. I took a seat in the back of the room.
By the time lunch arrived, I’d already decided today was the worst day so far this year as Stacey''s
group yelled little attention-seekingments to try to get some type of emotion from me, most likely
hoping for tears.
Yeah, right. Like I''m gonna cry over them.
I walked over to where Tori and my other friend, Katy, were sitting. Now, Katy was definitely someone
who would never know my secret because she was a total gossip. She knows everything that goes
around this school. If I told her, she would spread my secret like wildfire. Friend or not, she was still a
gossip. Don''t get me wrong, I mean, Ipletely ept that about her. I just can''t risk my secret,
especially since I''ve made it this far.
"Hey, guys," I said, sitting down at the table with my lunch in hand.
"Hey, Clover," they said in sync, still giggling about something they were talking about before.
Katy suddenly gasped, mming her hand down on the table loudly, causing a few people to look our
way. "Oh, my gosh, Clover!" she said and Tori raised an eyebrow. "Spill the beans. I totally heard
rumors about you being Stacey''s victim. Tell us what happened," Katy said, cing her head on her
hand and leaning forward slightly.
I couldn''t help but chuckle. I wasn''t even the worst of Stacey''s victims. I mean, once a freshman tried to
get into her in crowd by offering to carry her books. Stacey had that poor girl not only crying by the end
of the week, but somehow, she even got her kicked off the cheer team. A team Stacey''s not even a part
of.
"Whoa, wait, what happened?" Tori asked with concern.
I waved her off. "It really was nothing." I took a bite out of my chicken sd. Neither one was having it
as they stared me down, waiting for me to tell them the story. After three minutes of them just staring at
me, I finally broke and told them everything.
"What a bitch," Tori snapped, and I silently agreed. She wasn''t the Cindere of the ce, that''s for
sure.
"You need to stick up for yourself," Katy said and Tori agreed. “You shouldn''t let her talk to you like that.
You should use that sass you always use toward us," Katy said, giving me an encouraging smile.
"What sass?" I questioned curiously. I thought I was pretty good at hiding that. I mean, I''m told all the
time that I can be extremely sassy, but I was good at being a different person at school. A good girl
who kept mostly to herself.
"What sass? Honey, you are like, off the scales with how much sass you can have. With the way you
talk, to the way you sometimes walk, swaying your hips. You should stop with those oversized shirts
and the hoodies. Show off your body; I bet you have curves. You''d probably make even Stacey
jealous." Katy took a bite of her own sd.
"Nah, I don''t have any curves. Ask Tori, she''s seen me in a bathing suit before. I''m that person who has
curves in all the wrong ces," I lied, waving her off.
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"Yeah, no offense, but you''re like looking at one of those tall fans. You got little curves thate out of
nowhere," Tori said, quickly covering for me.
I almost snorted. Did she really justpare me to a fan?
"I doubt it," Katy argued, giving us a look that said she was unconvinced.
I didn''t respond and only shoved a fork full of a sd into my face.
Yeah, like I said, Katy''s a well-known gossip.