Undercover: Book 1 — Chapter Sixteen

Unknown Point of View

I know everything. From her secret to her home problems. Clover the school's nerd or as most people know her as Lucky, currently Victoria’s Secret’s leading Angel. She thinks she is some amazing actress hiding under a wig, fake nose, and glasses, but she obviously isn't that great because I know everything there is to know about Clover and her secrets. Clover doesn't get attention at school unless it's being laughed and pointed by some fellow friends, but she gets tons of attention outside of school. I mean, the reason why she hides under all that crap is because she wants a normal life. I can’t help but wonder, how would she feel if her secret got out before the last assembly of the year? How about in one week or maybe two weeks? Decisions, decisions… so many to make. But the most important decision is how I should tell the school? I wonder, would it be easier to just tell the world instead?

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Clover's Point of View

As Andrew and I walked around, I started to notice that, so far, I was completely losing this bet.

"You know, you could just give up and give me a nice kiss right on the lips," Andrew said smugly as he tapped his lips.

"I would rather die," I said seriously.

"I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that," Andrew said, sticking his hands over his ears and making obnoxious noises.

"Okay, shut up! You're going to cause us to have even more attention." I grabbed his hands away from his ears. “You act like you’re five. Can we go play that game?" I asked, looking at the game straight in front of us. But when I looked at Andrew he wasn't paying attention and was looking down. I looked down as well and noticed I was still holding his hand. I immediately let go and focused on the game. Andrew cleared his throat and looked to where I was looking.

"Yeah, sure," Andrew mumbled and we immediately started walking over there, hands now unconnected.

"It's three dollars for three rings or one for a dollar," the guy said, winking at me and his eyes slowly trailing up my legs. "But for you, I could make it free."

Andrew coughed. "I'm the one paying and my eyes are over here." He handed the guy a crisp five-dollar bill.

"You know I could have paid," I said, frowning.

"Just because I said I need money doesn't mean I'm broke," Andrew said bluntly.

"Right," I mumbled, grabbing the three rings from the counter. I tried throwing two but they both missed, which caused me to frown.

"Here, let me help you," Andrew said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He then grabbed my wrist and helped me flick it, which made it land perfectly on the bottle. Though this was extremely cheesy and something you'd only hear about in a book, it still made me smile because it's exactly how every girl wanted to be treated whether they admitted it or not. It was like a fantasy from some Disney movie that never seemed to end.

"Uh, nice job, you can pick anything in the middle row," the guy said nervously after Andrew fiercely glared at him again.

"Oooh, can I have that huge, cute pink bear with the bow around its neck?" I asked, looking at Andrew.

"You heard the girl," Andrew said with a smirk.

"She has to pick from the middle and that one's on the top," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Realizing he was right, I pulled out three singles and handed it to him to go again.

"I got it," Andrew said, cracking his knuckles. He picked up all three rings and easily tossed them, attempting to make them perfectly on different bottles. Yeah, he missed every single one. I couldn’t stop myself from falling into a fit of laughter as Andrew tried to not cringe in embarrassment.

"Before you go, can I get a picture with you, Lucky?" the guy asked.

I was slightly surprised that he knew who I was, but I smiled anyway then nodded. Andrew took the time to scowl at the guy as I made sure not to stand too close. We quickly took the picture and then walked away with Andrew throwing one last glare over his shoulder.

"I didn't know you like carnivals so much," Andrew said.

"Yeah, you see, I actually have never been to one before," I said, smiling and looking around. It felt like a whole new world for me. It’s not like I could just go to a fair whenever. The closest I got to one was Coachella.

"What?" Andrew asked with an amazed look on his face.

"Well, yeah, when you're busy being a part-time model and a nerd, you don't really get to do fun stuff other than shopping and occasional coffee," I said, shrugging. "Plus, even when I was younger, my parents would have me model toddler clothes while they were working. I never really got the experience."

"Your parents work a lot, huh?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter anymore. I'm eighteen so I really don't need them," I said, biting my lip. After many years of practice, I was now perfectly capable of taking care of myself and all my needs. I didn't need them to be home every day or even the holidays because I was an adult. I didn't need to get lonely being by myself anymore.

"Wow, you really haven't lived. But since you're my girlfriend now, you are going to get to see the wild side," Andrew said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hmm, well, I have been a nerd before and a model but I must say I have never been a bad girl," I said, which caused Andrew’s smirk to widen.

"Sweetheart, prepare for the best ride of your life tonight.” he said.

"Oh, Clo, you really are so innocent. Come on," Andrew said, pulling me to the parking lot.

"Where are we going now? Your car is parked that way," I said, pointing to the opposite direction.

"That wasn't my car. It’s just some rental your Medusa of a manager got for me. I’m sure she can worry about that later," he said, and I didn’t stop myself from chuckling at the name for Mary.

"Okay, well, bad boy, where are we going on foot because I am in heels?" I reminded him.

"Don't worry. We are going where they sell cars," Andrew said, walking faster.

"Wait, are you renting a car?" I asked, even more confused. “We just had one.”

"More like borrowing. Now, Clo, when we get there, I want you to go up to the counter and tell everyone who works there you are going to have a sports section in the new magazine you are in and you need a picture with everyone. Okay? At 9:30 sharp, come back out and just tell them you have to go. Do you understand?" Andrew said, looking at me dead in the eye as we stood outside of a car place.

"Yeah, but where are you going for the next five minutes?" I questioned.

"You'll see," Andrew smirked, rushing off into the car parking lot.

"Well, okay then," I grumbled, walking into the shop.

"Please, let this not be a dream! I have dreamed of sleeping with you, Lucky," a guy in his thirties said when he saw me. I immediately noticed the Sports Illustrated poster I was on behind him.

"Um what?" I asked, slightly freaked out.

"Sorry, um, hi, how can I help you?" the guy next to him asked.

"Well, for the magazine I'm going to be in, they want a car section, so I need all of your employees to come over here and take a picture with me, since we have decided to sponsor you," I said and all the employees easily believed me. After a few pictures, the clock struck 9:30, and I said a quick thanks and ran out of the car dealership. When I walked out, I saw Andrew sitting there on a Harley Davidson motorcycle

"Hop on," he said.

"Where the hell did you get this motorcycle?" I asked before I put two and two together and gasped.

"You stole it?" I shrieked.

“Shh. Get on,” Andrew told me.

"I'm wearing a dress," I said, giving him a disapproving look.

Andrew obviously didn't like that answer so he got off and picked me up then sat me down on the black beast.

"Hold on tight," Andrew said, speeding off, which cause me to immediately hold on tightly to his waist.

"By the way, babe, I'm pretty sure you owe me a kiss," Andrew said after a few minutes, which caused me to groan.

“Yeah, right.” I snorted. "Now where are we going?" I asked for the millionth time today.

"Have you ever been clubbing?"