I sat on my couch, my nails lightly tapping my legs. My blond hair was in a messy bun, and I was wearing a pair of red high-waisted shorts, a white short-sleeved blouse, a pair of black heels, and some dark red lipstick. It was currently 11:58 at night, and I was waiting anxiously for my phone to ring.
Andrew's Point of ViewI smirked at the newfound information I had now. Clover Thompson the nerd wasn’t actually a nerd. She was a model and apparently the richest one around
I realized my secret wouldn't be a secret for much longer. I decided I was going to have to learn to accept that, especially when I had two hot guys who both most likely hated me and wanted to get revenge but it was okay. Well, that’s not completely true. I’m sure Andrew didn’t want revenge yet, since this was all probably still extremely new and he really didn’t have anything to hate me for besides that kiss.
I woke from the feeling of someone shaking me. Peeling my eyes open, I saw a woman with brown hair looking at me. Mary.
"Damien?!""Oh, great, you two know each other?" Cierra said, clapping, completely oblivious to the glar
"Okay, Mary,” I started slowly, closing my eyes and thinking carefully about what I was going to say next. “You have had many great ideas and many horrible ones as well, but if I'm going to be honest, this has to be worst out of all," I said, wiping the smirk off Andrew’s face.
Unknown Point of ViewI know everything. From her secret to her home problems. Clover the school's nerd or
"Clubbing?" I asked in disbelief, as we pulled up to a place with loud music and people lined up outside.
"Hey, guys, I know we are really hungry and all, but we just sat in a jail cell for hours after a night of fun and I'm saying this in the nicest way as possible; we all look like crap," I said, looking at everyone.