The Undercover Model

Chapter 11

After a while that seemed like centuries of walking around to find our lockers, Jerkface's words still haunted me.

'Whatever, nerd.'

His words hurt.. but I guess it's from me not being used to other people my age treating me like trash. I must be too used to being in the spotlight.

I'm filled with new emotions and stress already, I feel like I am about to explode.

Finally, Elena and I stopped in front of both our lockers. Locker 290 and 291.

While staring up at our lockers, we realised that someone had taken it upon themselves to cover our lockers in graffiti .

'ugly', 'trash', 'nasty' and 'kill yourself'

I'm glad people cared enough to spend their precious time on us.

I watch Elena struggle to open her locker, trying to ignore the..beautiful artwork I try to open mine as well. After fumbling around with the locks after who knows how long- we were both able to finally open our lockers.

"These lockers are quite small, where are we meant to put all our makeup?" Elena asks sounding quite confused.

"Umm.... Elen- I mean- Rose...have you forgotten already? We're trying to be nerds."

"Oh...right" she says sounding defeated.

"Come on, we better get to our next class."

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*Time skip*

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After school detention...

"Rose? Where is Rose Singa?" The teacher demanded.

"Rose has gone home sick." I can't believe she left me here all alone in detention...well after what happened earlier in the bathrooms I guess I don't blame her.

I look around at the class and see that there are only four students in total, the remaining seats empty.

A girl is snoring very loudly in the very front row, a guy is seated at the back of class, looking shady and to my left is no one other than the person I want to see the least right now.

"Someone looks nervous." Jerkface says pointing out the obvious.

"At least I'm not glued to my phone, unlike someone." I mumble under my breath.

"Looking at my phone is better than looking at your ugly face"

"Why thank you." I say smirking at him.

Mission ugly accomplished.

After giving me a confused look, he then decides to cast his attention away from me and directs it back towards his phone. Rude.

I look back towards the front of the classroom and search my pockets for my phone.

What? Where is my phone??

I felt my heart drop. Where is it? Where did I last put it? Did- ooooh my locker!

I slowly raise my hand, getting the teacher's attention.

"Ca- can I go to my locker, please?" I desperately ask the teacher.

Why is my voice so shaky?

She frowns at me in annoyance,"No! No one is allowed to leave this classroom until I say so!"

Ouch. The humiliation and embarrassment from being yelled at...is strong.