《I'm a Model that's Undercover as The School's Nerd》 Chapter 1 Im a Model thats Undercover as The Schools Nerd 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¡ªmy 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. Chapter 2 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. N?velDrama.Org is the owner. "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. Chapter 3 Chapter 3 After the school day was mostly over, I met up with Tori again. "Hey, hottie," she greeted me, and I returned the hello. "Katy and I are going to the mall, so whenever you finish with detention then feel free to join us." "I totally would, but I just remembered I have that photo shoot," I said, shoving my books into my locker. This detention was only making this day even harder. I looked at the slip I¡¯d been given and frowned. "Shoot! It starts at the exact time detention lets out," I said, looking at Tori, feeling slightly nervous. If I showed upte to work because of detention, Mary would kill me. "It''s okay. Usually, the teacher, Mr. Ollie, falls asleep or forgets about detention duty, so you can easily sneak out, but don''t forget to sign your name on the sheet in the front of the room or else you''ll get another detention," Tori warned, giving me a reassuring smile. "I''m not even going to ask how you know that." I shook my head in amusement. "Forget your homework like I do all the time. Trust me, that''s where you''ll spend your day." She quietly squealed, as though she just remembered something. "I can''t believe it, Clover Thompson is going to do something exciting in school, something bad." She bounced on her heels, the movement causing me to roll my eyes. "It''s leaving detention five minutes early. It''s really not that big of a deal," I said, waving her off as she mmed my locker shut. "Please, you won''t even want to leave once you see the guys in there. They''re all incredibly hot," she gushed. I lightly pushed her shoulder whileughing. "Okay, well, I have to go before I''mte for those hot guys." She stuck her tongue out at me before pulling her bag higher on her shoulder. I shook my head at her, a small smile ying on my lips. "I''ll text youter, after the photoshoot," I told her and she gave me a side hug. "Okay, bye, girl!" Tori said, waving, as I headed off to detention. I checked the slip: Room 218. I quickly rushed off to the room, with only three minutes to get there. Once I walked in, I frowned, seeing only one group of guys in the back corner. These must be the guys she was talking about. I signed my name before taking a seat on the opposite side of the room. I nced over at them again, and recognition finally set in. Andrew Carter. Now, I didn''t know much about him, but from what Katy had told me, him and Stacey were constantly on and off. Plus, he was apparently the one who threw all the school parties. And I won''t lie, I have heard a rumor that he was the one who went to juvie his whole freshman year of high school. I''m not even sure how he made it to senior year. We¡¯ve only had one or two sses together in the past, but never any to really force us to talk. I¡¯d be surprised if he even knew my name. Andrew seemed to notice my attention and smirked, turning his chair around, so the back was facing me. He sat on it and rested his arms on the top of the chair. "Heya, boys. Look what we have here, Stacey described her new conquest of the week to me earlier and it looks like this one fits her description perfectly. You''re the so-called freak who messed with her this morning, right?" I gulped. Okay, so I really didn''t want to be beaten to a pulp by this so-called delinquent, Andrew Carter. "Awe, babes, did Stace cut off your tongue?" he asked, standing up and moving directly beside me. I couldn''t help but smell the cologneing off him, giving him the scent of citrus and cigarettes and something else I couldn''t put my finger on. "Can you please just leave me alone?" I asked. He ran his hand down the side of my face before stumbling slightly, almost falling over the side of my desk. "Ah, does the freak have a name?" he asked curiously, reaching to grab my sses off my face. I quick turned my head to the side and pushed his hand out of my face. I stood up and moved to the next seat over. N?velDrama.Org is the owner. "Baby, no need to get all mad. I mean I''m on your side," Andrew said and I scrunched up my nose in disgust as he stumbled over to the seat near his friends. "Stacey''s a slut." "It''s like you two are made for each other then," I said before quickly covering my mouth. Okay, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. I quickly changed the subject before he could process anything I just said, "So, how did you make it all day without the cops picking you up? I mean you reek of booze." His friends all chuckled. "Carter here is a big boy. He knows how to convince the bigdy here to just keep him in detention for the day," his friend, Zach, said. I sent him a look of disgust. Who talks about the principal like that? "Wait, they got it in on? I mean, she''s like dinosaur," Jack said. Andrew stood up on the desk in the front of the room, almost falling over as he tried to bnce on one foot. "She''s not that bad. She''s like forty." He let out a disgusting burp, almost falling over. I watched as he leaned against the chalkboard, lookingpletely ridiculous. His hair was messy, with pieces falling onto his forehead. "You do realize how incredibly stupid you''re being right now, right? I mean, you''repletely drunk and trying to bnce on a desk at school when any minute the teacher coulde in," I said without thinking, once again drawing their attention to me. "Oh, should I be doing something else? Something down and dirty with a certain brte in here?" Andrew asked. "I do have a thing for you brown-haired girls. Although, your face kind of ruins the whole thing." How priceless. This guy seriously thinks I would ever be into him. "Sorry to disappoint," I said sarcastically. Andrew lifted his shoulders up into a shrug. "Oh, well. I mean I''ve seen worse." How does this guy even get girls? "Yeah, remember that one redhead? I mean, if she got that double chin, braces, and sses taken away then she''d probably be hot," said the third one in his group, Michael. "You''re a pig, you know that?" I said with clenched teeth. "I prefer the name donkey or jackass, but whatever works for you, Princess," Michael responded. Andrew stumbled over to me, cing his hand on my shoulder. "So, conquest of the week, what exactly is your name, babe?" he whispered in my ear, in what I''m guessing was supposed to be a seductive tone. Chapter 4 Chapter 4 "Wouldn''t you like to know?" I said with a wry smile. "I''d love to." He tucked a piece of my hair back, or rather a piece of my fake hair back. I pushed him away. "Fine, you want to know my name first?" Michael chuckled loudly, blowing on one of those vapor things. "She probably already knows your name," he said, which was true, but I didn''t say anything since Andrew was too drunk to care. Andrew sent me a drunken smile. "The name is Andrew Carter and yes, if you were wondering¡­" He paused, putting his hand to his chest, probably trying to stop the throw up from leaving his mouth. "I sure as hell throw some badass parties. You''re wee toe to the next one, but if you do, which I know you will, wear something a little hotter." He pulled at the sleeve of my hoodie. "Twelve more minutes of this misery and then I''m free," I muttered to myself after checking the time on my phone. Who was stupid enough to show up at schoolpletely drunk off their ass? I mean, he''s throwing away his whole life and for what? A pack of cigarettes and a twelve pack of beer? It''s repulsive. I don''t know how Stacey even puts up with this if he''s like this on a daily basis. Jack seemed to hear me because he responded to thement, "You know, you don''t have to stay here. I mean, Mr.Ollie only shows up on Wednesdays. You''re safe since it''s Monday. " "No, no, no," Andrew said, jumping down from the teacher''s desk and almost tripping into another desk. ¡°The nerd can''t leave. I mean, she''s too good for all of that. Stacey would be pissed as hell if she found out that you didn''t even get a real punishment." I narrowed my eyes. Was he really threatening me with Stacey? "I spilled coffee on her shirt; big deal. I can pay for a new one if it''s seriously that much of a problem,¡± I snapped, getting fed up with everyone in this room. "No, it''s okay. If you have some ce to be then I''ll just let her know. She shouldn''t mind too much," he said giving me a pathetic taste of sarcasm. I tapped my nails against the desk irritably, I wasn¡¯t in the mood for all of this. ¡°Well, I guess it¡¯s a good thing I¡¯m not leaving yet.¡± I said making myself morefortable in my seat before I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my timeline on Instagram that was mostly filled with celebrities I knew and only a few people from school. ¡°Huh, I guess so.¡± He said staring at me longer than necessary before he turned to his friends again. I felt myself slouch slightly as I sighed in relief, happy to have him off my back. It only stayed like that for another fifteen minutes, him and his friends talking andughing obnoxiously before I knew I had to get going if I wanted to make it in time for my photo shoot. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . I doubled checked the time on my phone before I stood up. ¡°Where do you think you¡¯re going?¡± Andrew asked, noticing my standing figure. ¡°I need to leave.¡± I said slipping my book bag on my shoulders. ¡°And what did I say about leaving? Unless you have some type of memory loss and suddenly forgot in this short time?¡± I scowled, ¡°Fine, what do you want?¡± "I don''t know yet." Andrew lightly tapped his stubbled chin with his index finger. ¡°But I''ll make sure to let you know when I think of something." I sighed. "Okay, whatever." I left it at that and headed out of the room just as my phone rang loudly throughout the hallway. I pulled the device from my back pocket and frowned at the name that appeared on the screen. "Mary," I said with fake happiness. "Clover Ann Thompson! Where the hell are you? The photo shoot starts in less than ten minutes! You should be here by now!" Mary yelled through the phone, causing me to cringe, slightly pulling it from my ear. "I know, I know. I totally forgot, I''m at Tori''s house, and I''ll leave right now and meet you there," I lied. I could picture her shaking her head in disappointment. "You should know how important this shoot is. I mean, it''s being done by Mandy Francisco," she said with a sigh. "If you want to go to that fashion show this year then you need her to approve everything from this shoot." I used fake sweetness as I responded to the lecture I''ve only heard a million times, "Yes, Mary, I know. I''ll be there in ten minutes." "Good, because that''s all you''ve got," she snapped before disconnecting the phone call. I nced at my phone and shoved it inside my pocket. "Sure, Mary, my day was fine. Thanks for asking," I said in a posh tone, sarcastically making little faces. "Do you always talk to yourself or only on special asions?" a man asked and I gasped, rushing over and throwing my arms around him. "West Thompson," I said with a wide smile. "What are you doing here?" "I was in town. I''m supposed to be staying at your ce for a night,¡± he told me and I squealed, giving him another hug. West Thompson is my cousin from my father''s side. He didn''te around much, but he''s always that one cousin you want to do everything with. He''s the one who goes to the parties and the one who will sneak you out of the house if you needed him to. He''s that older cousin that you can''t help but completely adore. "You know, you''re looking hot right now," hemented, his eyes skimming my nonexistent figure in these clothes. "Oh, please shush," I said before scanning the parking lot cars, stopping on the familiar Escde from my garage. The car wasn''t 100% mine, but I kept it in my garage for an old boyfriend of mine or, well, current boyfriend of mine. Things were a bit confusing with him since he was a few years older than me and left a while back to join the military. We never really ended things, so I can''t exactly say we''re together, but it''s been about a year if not longer since he left for boot camp and wherever else they shipped him off to. I took off my sses and pouted, blinking a few times for the effect. "West, my amazing cousin, want to give me a ride to the shoot?" "Why else do you think I''m here? Your agent showed up while I was at your house and got all pissed when you she found out you weren''t home," he exined. "She sent me toe and pick you." "How''d you even get in?" I asked usingly. He smirked, lightly patting his chest. "I''m West Thompson. How do you think I got in?" I sent him a t look. He wasn''t amusing. "You guys still leave the spare key under that rock under the second step out front," West said. I frowned. "Something told me I should move that." He waved me off. "Only me and your parents know. It''s not a big deal." I bit my lip, still thinking about it. I mean, they weren''t the only ones who knew that since I¡¯d told Tori and Damien, but they were trustworthy, so I wasn''t worried. I was just worried about the paparazzi snooping around and one of them seeing it. "Hey, you alive in there?" West asked, tapping my forehead with his fist, lightly. "C''mon, you''ve been staring out into space. We gotta go if you want to get there on time, so we don''t get killed by Mary." I nodded. "Right, let''s go." Chapter 5 Chapter 5 When West and I arrived at the photo shoot, the scene changed from fun time to the time to get in a serious mood. We walked into the photo shoot on time, and I was immediately taken to hair and makeup. My wig, sses, and fake nose were all taken off by my stylist. My blond hair was quickly straightened and then left with a messy look. The man in charge of my outfits quickly handed me the new Perfect Shape bra by Victoria''s Secret and a matching pair of panties before directing me to the changing room. ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org . I changed out of my baggy clothes and into the red and blue bra set. I immediately loved the way it looked on me. I stepped out of the dressing room and my hair stylist, Jennifer, gushed at the look. "You look fabulous!" Jennifer said as she pulled at pieces of my hair a bit, trying to keep the messy look. "Thanks! Isn''t this bra adorable? The world is going to buy this up," I said. "At least you get to keep it," Jennifer said, pouting. "They''ll be out on the market soon enough," I said. "Good point. On the bright side, we get first dibs," Jennifer said, finally removing her hands from my hair. "Lucky, you''re in room A today for the photo shoot, so hurry. We have to get started if you don''t want to get homete," Caitlin, the photographer ordered. Once I reached room A, I noticed the walls werepletely white and there was furniture in the room. "You ready to get started?" she asked. "More ready now than ever," I said and Mary sent me a thumbs up from the back of the room. "Okay, great! Now, for this first one, I want you to go for the sexy look. I mean, this is lingerie after all," she said with afortable smile. I didn''t say anything as I posed, biting my lip while scrunching up my hair with my left hand. She took a hundred shots as I constantly did different poses before instructing me to go change into the next set ready for me in the dressing room. The next bra was a normal push-up bra. "Now, for this one, I want you to show us who Lucky is. Show us you," she instructed and I nodded. There were only twenty more sets, some pajamas, others swimsuits, but most of them ended up being just lingerie. Surprising? I know. "As always, you can take home everything you modeled today," Mary said, not even looking at me as she texted away on her phone. I didn''t respond as I packed up my belongings, throwing my new clothes into the bag I was given and throwing my school stuff in my book bag. "I''m ready," I said, opening the curtain as I wore nothing but my ck sleep romper with a printed kimono. I was only going home and since it was already ten at night, I didn''t really expect any more paparazzi to be hanging around. "Clove, I don''t know how you do that for a living. I mean, I was bored after five minutes," West said, throwing an arm over my shoulder. I snorted. "Please, if I wasn''t your cousin and was some other pretty model then you would''ve been watching me the whole time instead of your phone." He couldn''t hold back the smile from his face since he knew I was right. Mary decided to finally look up from her own phone and she stered a smile on her face. "Good job today." "Thanks," I said with a small smile of my own. "Don''t forget, tomorrow you have a photo shoot at six, so you''ll have a few hours to yourself after school, but I expect you to be jogging at 4:30. We need some new cover photos that aren''t located on a Victoria Secret catalogue." She checked her watch and put her own bag over her shoulder. "Look your best and be prepared for the paparazzi. I expect you to be on time for that," Mary said before doing the la bise, also known as the little kiss-kiss thing on both cheeks. "Bye, darling." "Of course, you will," I mumbled as she walked away. West coughed loudly, covering up theughing fit he was having from my littlement. "You poor thing. I don''t know how you deal with that bitch either." He shook his head as he led me out to the car. "Trust me when I say it takes lots of work. I mean, she''s supposed to be my agent, not my friend, so it''s what I signed up for when I hired her." He suddenly looked at me with wide eyes. "Hey, how about we go to that diner near your ce? I haven''t been to that ce in forever." My own eyes brightened at the thought of the great burger joint nearby. "Mary would kill me if she found out I went there." "Live a little," he said as we got in the car. "We''ll stop at home so you can change into some clothes that won''t make a man get a hard-on and then we''ll head up there." I tried to ignore the pleading look he was giving me but eventually decided to give in. Why not? It''s been awhile since I''ve been there, and West is only here for the night so I might as well do something fun with him. "Fine, but you''re paying," I said. He made his hand into a fist, pulling his arm toward him, signaling his happiness. "Yes, I could really go for one of those greasy burgers." I couldn''t help but agree. Greasy food sounded amazing right now. It didn''t take long for me to get home and change into a pair of id pajama pants and a tank top before we were left again, arriving at the burger joint in less than five minutes. The ce luckily ended up beingpletely empty besides the employees and a few stray people who were either eating or drinking a coffee as they read today''s newspaper. "Hey, wee to Kell''s Burger! Can I start you guys with anything to drink?" the waitress asked while taking out two menus and cing them in front of us. "Just a water is fine," I said politely and she nodded, not losing the smile on her face. "And for you?" she asked West. "I''ll take the same," he replied, looking down at the menu. "Sounds good. I''ll be back with those in a minute. Feel free to take your time and check out the menu while I''m gone," the waitress said. I made sure to thank her before looking at the food on the menu. Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "You know the¡ª" West started, but my focus was on someone else entering the diner in a familiar ck leather jacket. Andrew Carter. Instead of having his hair all down and draped over his forehead like before, it was now back to its usual way, with pieces pushed up and back with only a few strays resting on his forehead, the brown color shining under the light from drops of water that covered it all. He sat down in a chair, draping the ck jacket on the back. "Clove? You''re not even listening to me. What are you..." West trailed off, his eyesnding on Andrew. "Who''s that?" I sighed, removing my eyes and focusing on the menu again. "No one," I said simply, pursing my lips. "No, no, no." West shook his head, "Don''t go lying to me now." I scoffed. "I''m not lying about anything. I have a boyfriend." This time, it was West''s turn to roll his eyes. "That douche is hardly a boyfriend." He took a sip of his drink that I somehow missed the waitress setting down. "Yeah, so you''ve said," I mumbled, waving him off. "Did you guys decide what you want?" the waitress interrupted, and I looked at West with wide eyes. I''d barely even nced at the menu. "I''ll just take the ssic burger with fries and she''ll take the same," West ordered. The waitress smiled. "Okay, anything else?" We shook our heads. "Well, then you two made my night easy," she said, sending us a wink. "Your orders will be up soon, hon," she said, lightly patting my shoulder before heading over to Andrew''s table. My eyes followed the movement and watched as she poured him a cup of coffee. "He looks like he''s hungover," Westmented and I scrunched up my nose. He probably was. "So, want to tell me who he is?" "He''s just a kid in my grade. Total delinquent," I said as I twirled my straw around my drink. West raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? He''s a delinquent? Why don''t you invite him to join us? He looks lonely." I gave him a look that said, ¡°Are you serious?¡± "He wasn''t lonely earlier when he and his friends were all smoking andughing together," I retorted. West dipped his fingers in his water and flicked it at me. I giggled. "Hey, now! I''d appreciate it if you didn''t try to throw water at me with those disgusting fingers that have been who knows where." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, don''t be dramatic." "I''m Clover Thompson, also known as Victoria¡¯s Secret''s number one model, Lucky. Of course, I''m dramatic,¡± I whispered, sticking my tongue out at him. "Wow, why am I not surprised? You''re pulling the Lucky card again." He shook his head, and I lifted my head in the air, a conceited look on my face. "Who do you think the public thinks you''re with right now? I mean, the world doesn''t know me as Clover Thompson yet," I said. He didn''t respond and only took a sip out of his water. "Here you go," the waitress said suddenly, handing us each our own te. "Oh, my gosh, I''m never going to finish this," I said, letting out augh as I looked at the size of the burger. "Whatever you don''t finish, I definitely will," West said before shoving his burger in his mouth. N?velDrama.Org is the owner. I twirled a fry between my fingers and looked over at Andrew again. Surprisingly, I found that he was already looking over at me, but with only a curious look. When eye contact was made, part of me wanted to look away, but something about the look in his eyes kept me frozen. Instead of giving me the look he would typically give girls at school, he kept his face nk, yet held some type of anger in his features. I didn''t think the anger was toward me, since he didn''t know me as the model, Lucky, but rather toward something else. "Can you two please stop making gooey eyes from across the room? You''re going to make me puke," West said, causing me to scowl and throw a French fry at him. "Real mature, Lucky." "Yeah, yeah," I said, making a face and he couldn''t help butugh. "That look," he said in between breaths. "Absolutely priceless." I didn''t respond and only took a small bite of my burger. "You''re eating like a mouse," West said with an amused look. I rolled my eyes. "Sorry, it''s not my fault this burger is bigger than my mouth." I looked up and saw Andrew standing there; he reached over and grabbed the ketchup bottle from the middle of the table. "Don''t mind me," Andrew said with a smirk, his whole attitude changing. I didn''t say anything and sent West a look that I could only hope he''d understand. I couldn''t risk saying anything because whether he was partly drunk or not earlier, he may recognize my voice. "You''re fine, man," West said awkwardly, and I shoved a fry in my mouth to hold back a chuckle. Attractive, I know. "Thanks, hot date you got," Andrew said, sending me a wink before walking away. West looked at me with wide eyes and gave me a look that said, ¡°Is he serious?¡± "Who the hell does that?" I asked, just as surprised. "Maybe he knows we''re actually cousins? I mean, he probably recognizes you as Lucky," he suggested. , I shook my head, watching as Andrew sat down, flirting with the waitress. I knew he didn''t recognize me. He didn''t seem like the type to research models and find out all about their rtionship statuses and all that. I mean, the only people who really look into that stuff about a model are the creepy perverts. I chewed on another fry slowly as I got lost in my thoughts again, watching the man who seemed to corrupt my thoughtstely. It was strange how different he acts. One minute, he looks like he''s screaming inside his head because of his sorrows, the next minute, he''s dancing on desks while