Undercover Model

Chapter 9

Please let me know of any errors you find! My grammar isn't exactly the best... anyways, enjoy!

I have also started a new story, so go check it out. I had so many ideas, I couldn't not write them down. It is called 'Bad Boy's Sister' so read it if you like.

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Screaming.

That was all I heard before I plummeted to my death, and it was very loud, indeed. I'm pretty sure my vocal cords are ruined, but I only need a fist to talk to Mason.

I feel the huge splash engulf fellow partygoers near the pool, as people up in the roof scream. I swim to the top, gulping for fresh air.

It's a damn good thing I didn't break my legs, because if I did, well, let's not get there just yet.

I tumble out of the pool, breathing heavy breaths. I stand up, trying to dry myself off. But, the wet clothes  were pressed tightly up against my body, which definitely wasn't a good thing for my cover.

What I didn't need were perverts commenting on my body.

I try to wring the clothes out, but it was futile. There was no helping these clothes, and all I wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and go to sleep.

It looks like I'm not going to be doing that anytime soon, as the noise of dozens of feet climbing down the stairs clouds my thoughts.

"That was a-maz-ing!" Lacey yells. Her definition of amazing was definitely different than mine.

"I have to admit, it was pretty cool," April and exclaims.

"Woah, does Candice actually have a body?" Chase implies.

"Shut up, jackass," I responded, self consciously crossing my arms over my body. I don't know why, but for some reason his comment made me feel like I needed a shower to clean my self.

Maybe it was because he was a man-whore pervert? Probably.

I look over April's shoulder, hoping to see Mason so I can be beat the living crap out of him. But, to my dismay, all I see is Tammie, accompanied by her minions, of course.

"Fatty Candice actually did it," Kenzie said, amused. Lindsey looked bewildered while Tammie had her hands defiantly placed on her hips.

"No she didn't! She was pushed! Fatso couldn't do it even if she was drunk. She's too.... scared. Besides, I'm surprised her freakishly tall height didn't crush her legs." Tammie sneers. Me too.

But, what she said didn't effect me like it usually would. I was too engrossed in connecting my fist with Mason's face.

He was such a player, getting girls here and there. Plus, he pretty much hated my guts since my first day. Maybe he really was trying to kill me.

I ignored Tammie, going around her. Where are you, Mason? Come out wherever you are!

I shoved my way through Chase and Eric's arms, both of them giving me glares. So what? I couldn't give a shit about them.

My body stared to shiver, as the slight wind didn't help with drying me off. I needed a new pair of clothes now, preferably ones that were not wet.

I finally caught sight of Mason. He was flirting with a brunette who barely had any clothing on.

He was probably hiding from me, wimp. Okay, maybe he wasn't hiding from me, but still. He should be.