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

Chapter 6

"You know the—" West started, but my focus was on someone else entering the diner in a familiar black 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 black jacket on the back.

"Clove? You're not even listening to me. What are you..." West trailed off, his eyes landing 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 glanced at the menu.

"I'll just take the classic 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," West commented 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." Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I gave him a look that said, “Are you serious?”

"He wasn't lonely earlier when he and his friends were all smoking and laughing 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 plate.

"Oh, my gosh, I'm never going to finish this," I said, letting out a laugh 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.

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 blank, 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 but laugh.

"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 relationship 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 thoughts lately. 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

completely drunk off his ass and now... now he's acting like the jerk we all see at school, but not just any jerk, the supposed bad boy, the player, the one and only, Andrew Carter.