Looking into Mr Alveiro's face for detention is definitely not the way I pictured my Monday afternoon to be spent. Don't get me wrong, he is one hot motherfucker... I'm just not use to having him see my bad side since I'm first in class for biology.
It is damn embarrassing.
six hours prior to detention ...
Walking into the cafeteria, I was stunned by the deafening silence that washed over the student body as Lawla, Jocelyn, Liam and I arrived through the glass double doors.
All I could hear was the heals of our shoes hitting against the cold tiles, echoing every corner of the cafeteria.
"Uh, Rochelle? Trouble's heading our way. Or yours." Jocelyn exclaimed, nervously biting her upper lip.
Lawla rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disgust.
"Tiffany and the rest of the plastics are sitting at our table! The only table left is the one next to the goths, by the trashcans." informed Lawla, not hiding the bitterness in her voice.
I let out a heavy sigh and continued walking towards The Plastics. Tiffany is the type to never miss an opportunity to pick a fight with someone who is a threat to her. Especially me. We have been sworn enemies since kindergarten when she stole my chicken and mayo sandwich and switched it for her Marmite / Vegemite one.
Seriously, who messes with anyone's food? That's fucked up shit.
Our school has three classes of which the students are divided into: first, second and third.
Third class students are the children of parents who are very well off like doctors and lawyers. The second class students were the children of the rich and famous. They live off of others social status' in society, like socialites. Last but not least is the First class students. They are students whom are privileged of having very famous parents and they are also famous by either being singers, musicians, actors or models. They definitely roll with the riches.
Where does Tiffany come in? Well, that's quite simple. She is part of the second class and craves for more.
What she despises more than anything? That I am in the First class category. She's been trying to get her modeling career off the ground since we were both seven.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." Tiffany sneered.
She stood up to match my height, but never even came close.
"Black, I really do love your cover. It's so trashy, I can't believe they let you wear that on the cover of Teen Vogue magazine. It's quite sad really, what fashion is coming to nowadays. Don't you agree, bitches?" she asked her followers, whom quickly nodded.
Wow. Tiffany really did have a way with words, hey?
"Well, I wouldn't be one to talk, you know? Since I'm the one on the cover and you're still trying to get to that level. If I wasn't mistaken, it sounds as if you're hiding a bit of jealousy." I responded coolly, with a wink.
A few snickers came from the surrounding tables and I could not help but feel satisfied. Tiffany flipped her blond hair to the one side and smiled sweetly.
"Oh, you're so funny! I wish I could as confident in my modeling too," she said, then handed the magazine to me.
"I would be ashamed if I had to call that modeling." she giggled.
I studied the front cover. The picture was in black and white. I was wearing a short black jumpsuit which showed of my curves and it was paired with a deep smokey eye. I felt a little bit proud of myself at that moment.
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Black
Vampire"Rochelle, it's by time you knew your fate. Your real one." Teen supermodel, Rochelle Black, had the same old life. Partying, hot male models, sex and repeat was what her loyal fans thought of her life. What they don't know is that it all comes cras...
