Not the Nerd (on hold)

Chapter One: Fake Me

I wake up to Vic Fuentes blaring out of my alarm clock. I reach for the stupid clock and read the time. 6 o'clock sharp in the morning. "ughhhhh" I moan as I get up from the cosy black comforter. Time for a run. I go to my walk in closet and choose my favourite black Victoria Secret shorts I got from my last photo shoot and a neon green and black sports bra. I pull my wavy blonde hair into a pony and start to stretch. My muscles feel so tight today, the run will make me feel better. After stretching I make my way downstairs, looking to see if my parents even bothered to come home after their millionth meeting of the week. They didn't.

I get outside and I'm met with early September air, crisp and warm. I jog down to the park that's just at the end of the street. My muscles finally loosening up. I pass so many beautiful, expensive houses. I see them everyday and that's what I would expect from the rich part of New Jersey. Expensive and beautiful, but fake just like the people who live here. I get to the perfectly clean park and start my usual three miles.I jog faster as I spot paparazzi in the park trying to make sure they don't notice me. Too late. Damn it, this is why I start so early in the morning, so I don't get swarmed by these idiots.

"Angel! Angel, over here. ANGEL!" they yell out to me. I ignore their presence. What morons they are. They shout out ridiculous questions, chasing after me like I'm a prized pig. Well I kind of am, but only to Victoria Secret. Not them. Why can't they just let me run in peace. They continue to chase me as I begin to sprint down to my house. I feel the wind hit my face and feel my hair come loose. Wow, I must look good right now. I race into my house and slam the door. I feel the sweat drip down my face as I look at the time. I was only gone for twenty minutes. I didn't get to do the full three miles. Ugh, now I'm going to have to run after school too.

I change out of the running clothes and take a shower to wash the sweat off my body. The warm water runs down my petite body and I feel good. I get out of the shower and glance at the time. Shit. I only have twenty minutes to get to school. I pin my blonde tresses into a bun and put my black wig on, I hear a knock on the door that could only be Alexa. "Come in Alexa!" I shout down the stairs and she comes in. I hook my lip ring into my bottom lip and slather on dark red lipstick, it's closer to black than red though. I contour my face to look thinner and I put lots of eye liner on my green eyes. I put on lots of black and red eye shadow and I pick what to wear. I grab ripped up black jean shorts, tall stiletto chunky boots that lace up and a loose black Pierce the Veil tank top. To finish the look I grab my leather jacket, my black choker, and my black and red book bag.

As soon as I get down I see Alexa look me up and down, as I check her out. Alexa is the only one who knows who I really am, it's only because we went swimming in my pool and my wig came off and I had to explain a lot. Alexa is the exact opposite of emo me. She's wearing white jean shorts a pretty red tank top and a white cardigan. Her chocolate brown hair left down and beautiful. My hair is left down like hers, but her hair is much prettier than my wig. She gives me a sly smile at my outfit. "Amber!" (she calls me by my fake name, she knows I hate that) she continues, "You look so dark. I love it!" she squeals. I smile at her. "Aww thanks, I love what you're wearing Alexa. You look so pretty and sweet!" I check my phone. It's almost 7:45 and its a twenty minute drive. Momma's going to have to speed a little.

I grab the keys to my red Chevrolet challenger. I open the garage and pass all my beautiful cars. What can I say? Being a model pays, especially if you're a great model, like me. I pass my electric blue Lamborghini, my 2014 red Ferrari, my shiny black Ferrari, my 1967 Chevy impala ( a remake of the one in SuperNatural) , and my favourite baby, my matte black Lamborghini. I pass them all and go straight to my challenger. I'm rich but the people at my school don't know the extent of my riches. And bringing one of these to school would be crazy. Maybe for the last day of school. Imagine that. I walk into the school badass as ever. Everyone just falling at my feet. One day Angel, one day.

I rev my engine and take off down the street. I plug my Iphone into the auxiliary cord and blare my favourite song. All you hear is "King for a Day" coming out of the windows. I hit all the green lights on my way to school and once I get there I park in my spot. Well, it wasn't my spot until I painted a skull and crossbones in it. Then everyone knew it was mine, and they don't dare fuck with me.

Alexa and I step out of my car, and we look freaking hot. I click the button on my keys and my beautiful car chirps. We walk up to the school with ten minutes to the warning bell. I guess I went faster than I thought. Oops. Thank sweet baby Jesus I didn't get a ticket. I could've just flirted my way out as Angel, but right now I'm Amber.

In Governor Simcoe we have all the obvious cliques.We have the nerds, the jocks, the hot girls (they're faker than my wig), and most importantly, the populars. Now I know what you're thinking. "Aren't the populars the jocks and hot girls?" NO THEY ARE NOT. The two groups overlap. Not all populars are jocks but all jocks are popular ( adjective not the group). You see the bitches in the populars group like to bully the shit out of people like me. The social outcasts.

Alexa and I walk past each of these groups without any problems. I tell Alexa about the paparazzi this morning and she just laughs at me. " Oh my god Amber that is such a problem for you isn't it! Please note the sarcasm in my voice." Alexa continues to tease me until me reach the populars group in the hall. I see the queen bitch, Janie. Yes, our shitty school has one of those perfect blondes who everyone wants to bang. The only difference is, that, she bangs every guy that even glances at her.

"Hey, what's so funny? Did Amber have another accident?" Janie smirks her bitch face. " Hey Janie hear that? That's the sound of no one caring." I blow her a kiss and before she could respond I pull Alexa down the hall with me toward my first class. I could practically see the steam coming out of her nose. Oh god I love fucking with her. First class is biology, thank god I have it with Alexa. We walk into the room before Mr. Cole walks into the room. We walk to the back of the class as the others begin to file in. Ugh I forgot Janie has this class too. God dammit. She sits to the side of me just smirking at me. I look to Alexa and roll my eyes. Ugh I hate that bitch so much. Mr. Cole walks into the room and I listen to what he says.

I know, I'm suppose to be some air head skank that hates school. Actually, I love school very much. Just because I'm a model doesn't mean I can't be smart or have fun. It just means I work out a lot, and have to eat really healthy. It's a pain in the ass that people always make me a stereotypical blonde model. I'm not. Don't judge me before you know me.

I sit still for the whole class just before the bell rings Mr. Cole tells us that we're going to do projects for the year. He pairs us up.

"Alexa and Taylor"

" Amber and Janie" My jaw hits the ground. Hell. No. " But Mr. Cole why do I have to go with the Goth girl? She might try to hurt me." Janie whines from the other side of the room.

" All decisions are final Miss. Cox" (yes her last names is Cox and for a good reason) Mr. Cole gives her the this-is-final look and she just mopes away. The bell rings and I'm off to my next class. Calculus to be exact. Now I know I'm not the nerd but I am damn fine at calculus. I mean I don't raise my hand all the time but I always get near perfect on my tests.

Calculus is a blur and I'm off to lunch. I grab a salad and fries from the cafeteria and make my way over to my usual table with Alexa. When I get there Alexa is chatting it up with her partner Taylor. Taylor is an attractive guy but I would never date him. He's too easygoing and I can't handle that. I put my tray down and I make eye contact with Alexa. I point my perfectly polished nails towards Janie and she nods her head.

Time to screw with Janie.