Chapter One
There were many opportunities given to a person in life. When going to school you’re given the opportunity to work hard and be anything you wanted to be in the world. A high-class surgeon, a well-known movie director, the lawyer everyone wanted to be, or if you were me then you chose, a modeling career. I guess you could say it’s not the best thing in the world for a normal person. You really couldn’t even make that good of an income, but if you’re like me, Clover Thompson, then you’ve been modeling for a while and make more than your average model.
My mother wasn’t my biggest fan, but she was the one who started me up in the modeling business when I was two years old.
Yes, in case you were wondering, you can find pictures of me today in your Babies R Us catalog.
Now, I know I’m being a little nonchalant about this whole model business thing, but it’s because I’ve done this whole thing for sixteen years which is why it didn’t take long for me to become Victoria Secret’s number one angel.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I jumped in my chair as my rather annoying alarm went off for the billionth time. Yeah, I’m not what you would call a morning person. I set at the least, ten alarms a morning because I have a bad habit of sleeping through them like a ground hog 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 use to the five thirty wake up call.
I turned off the rest of my alarms for the morning and continued with my usual morning routine. I made sure my fake nose piece was perfectly on my face before I started french braiding my blonde, slightly shower-wet hair to the back. Once the two braids were done I twisted them together and pinned then 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 use to the feeling, I added on a long brown messy wig.
I guess I should explain a bit, my life as a model wasn’t your most typical lifestyle you’d hear about. One of the perks of being the number one Victoria Secret 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, your life isn’t exactly normal. I was one of the ones who got followed from time to time. The paparazzi thoroughly enjoyed trying to find some story that could ruin my perfect image.
Let me tell you, though, they never succeeded.
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. Although to the outside world, I’m known as Lucky, the number one Victoria Secret model. It was an easy thing really since the world didn’t know me by anything else besides that name, Lucky. Now, how the whole thing works? Outside of school, I dress normally and go on with my life as I usually do. In school, I dress down and change my appearance completely, 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 lived your life with private tutors it kind of sucks, that’s why I decided to start the model 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 with me along the way. She was just like me, a model that attended high school, but since she’s a new model to Victoria Secret, she didn’t get much recognition in school.
I glanced 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 where my closet was located. I opened the white doors and stepped into the humongous closet filled with tons of outfits. I walked into the back of the closet where my school clothes were located and slipped on a plain, olive colored t-shirt over my embroidered, black balconet bra and then a warm, oversized hoodie. I then slid on a pair of blue, flare jeans that slid up perfectly, completely covering my black lace panties before I slid on a pair of ankle socks and some converse to finish off my outfit.
Ding.
I glanced at my IPhone that laid at 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’m coming up.’ Tori texted and I smiled. Tori was the only one who I trusted everything with, from my secret to the key to my house. She was one of those friends you could trust your life with if it came down to a life or death situation.
Her and I often took turns driving to school every day. The car I would usually use for school is an old, beige colored cavalier, but the one I preferred to use outside of school is my black Audi R8 coupe. In other words, my life. That car is the one I couldn’t live without.
Tori lightly tapped on the door before coming in.“Hey, you almost ready?” She asked, handing me my usual drink from Starbucks, a caramel espresso granita. Another name for it, heaven in a cup.
“Yeah, I just need to find where I put my glasses yesterday,” I said and I moved 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 and blonde,” Tori said chuckling as she handed me the glasses.
I scowled,“Where’d you find them?” I questioned accusingly while she rolled her eyes at me.
“You left them on the kitchen table.” She said and I sent her a sheepish smile.
Of course, I did. Ha, I totally knew that.
Or well, I would’ve known that ... eventually.
I slid on the fake glasses and gave myself a quick look over in my full body mirror on the wall.“Sexy as every.” I winked and Tori snorted.
“Yeah, the boys will truly be drooling.” She said dryly before ushering me out of my own room. We headed down the stairs to the living room where I grabbed my gray and black 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, slightly dragging my feet behind her as we exited the house, me locking the door behind us.
I didn’t bother to yell a goodbye since the house was empty due to my parents not being around 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 talking about 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 use 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 already clearing my head of the thoughts of my parents as we got into Tori’s silver jeep, being careful not to spill our drinks on the leather seats. She glanced at her phone, sending a quick text before starting up the car.
I sighed dramatically, “C’mon, Tori. Hurry up and drive before we’re late. We don’t want to ruin my perfect attendance record and we don’t want your boyfriend to think you got in an accident or something.“I said teasingly and 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 catalogue comes out,” I said, sending her a wink. Instead or responding, she turned up the music, letting whatever top song of the week blast through the speakers.
“I absolutely love Drake.” I said with a dreamy sigh and she sent me the same look I had.
“I know, right! 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 you got us tickets to that,” Tori said, with an excited grin.
“Well, it was pretty very easy to get tickets after partying and a few glasses of vodka,” I said with a slight shrug.
“I know, you lucky bitch,” Tori exclaimed, “I can’t wait till that’s me. I mean I will literally give that man my life savings for a hug.” She said and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
That’s how I feel about Zayn Malik.
“Give your career some time and you’ll be where I am in no time,” I said with a knowing smile and 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.” She said and I smiled innocently.
“Yeah, let’s just keep that to ourselves though.” I said, biting back a small smirk. Believe it or not, that was a one time thing and since then I 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 that one drinking incident that only Tori knows about, I’ve had a completely clean record
I noticed we fell into a comfortable 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, and went to our lockers together, pushing past people in the crowded hallway. One nice thing that came out of school is that Tori’s locker was only a few down from mine.
This was usually the time we would split up here since we only had our break 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 break,” I said and she nodded.
“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 without my parents then I needed to follow the rules set by my mother and my modeling agent, Mary. My only rules to stay here is 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 class, I accidentally 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, brunette with long, curled hair and shorts shorts with a tank top.
Don’t ask me how she got passed the dress code because I had no idea, but it probably had something to do with her sleeping with the hall monitors. Either way I still 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 was placed around my Starbucks cup. She only pushed me back and let out some 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 needing to make one of her usual scenes of the day, kicked one of my books across the hall and started laughing obnoxiously as the minute bell rung.
Great. I’m going to be late to class. 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 glanced at the figures that were left in the hall and unsurprisingly there were quite a few people left that were 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 as I bent down to pick it up.
“Oops, sorry, my foot slipped.” She said with a fake pout before walking away as the late 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 class. I slowed down the pace once I was two doors away and straightened out my appearance. I untucked my hair and knocked on the locked and closed door. Mr. Stark stopped whatever he was saying and opened it, letting me in, three minutes late. .
I immediately apologized,“Mr. Stark, I’m so sorry I’m late. My books fell on my way here,” I lied as I walked into the classroom to see 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 was come in late.
“Well, I’m sorry Ms. Thompson. I know this is your first time being late 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 and I held back myself from commenting on the fact that he’s 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 and only silently listened as I took notes.
By the time break arrived, I already announced today the worst day so far this year as Stacey’s group yelled little attention seeking comments 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 if we face the facts she is a total gossip. She is the one that knows everything that goes around this school. If I told her, she would spread my secret like wildfire. Friend or not, she is still a gossip and don’t get me wrong, I mean I completely accept that about her, just I 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, as they still giggled about something they were talking about before.
Katy suddenly gasped, slamming her hand down on the table loudly, causing a few looks this way. “Oh my gosh, Clover!” She said and Tori raised an eyebrow. “Spill the beans. I totally heard rumors all about you being Stacey’s victim. Please do tell us details of what happened,” Katy said, placing 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 apart of.
“Whoa, wait what happened?” Tori asked with concern and I waved her off.
“It really was nothing.” I said before taking a bite out of my chicken salad. 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 Cinderella of the place, 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 that you always use towards 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 that 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 said taking a bite of her own salad.
“Nah, I don’t have any curves. Ask Tori, she’s seen me in a bathing suit before. I’m that person that has curves all in the wrong places.” I lied waving her off.
“Yeah, no offense, but you’re like looking at one of those tall fans. You got little curves that come out of nowhere.” Tori said, quickly covering for me and I almost snorted.
Did she really just compare me to a fan?
“I doubt it,” Katy hummed, giving us a look that said she’s unconvinced.
I didn’t respond and only shoved a fork full of a salad into my face.
Yeah, like I said Katy’s a proud and well-known gossip.
