Chapter 2

"The next level of classification in high school would probably be the students who make their own popularity. For example, anyone who is a leader of clubs that are not computer, theatre, or band. The BETA club president here has a great social life. The Party club president has is almost as popular as the jocks and cheerleaders without having to take part in sports. Before you ask, there is a party club and the leader is probably the most likable guy in school because of his parties. But if there had is one club to glorify around here, it would be the Model club. You would think the president would be a girl, but it's not."

Noah sighed, realizing the last sentence is a product of something that Noah only writes when his mind gets off topic. He places down his pencil and looks up, he was in AP US History. Since Canada didn't have much of a history, at least to Chris McLean, they taught the United States History since they were right next to us on the map.

One of the people he had talked about in his paper was sitting just several feet away from him in his row of desks. The BETA Club president, Courtney Purude. She was very intelligent, not as intelligent as I of course but she gives a valiant effort to try. She always argues with the teacher on quizzes when she gets the answer wrong, happening now coincidently.

"Mr. Pardue sir, why doesn't the "War to End All Wars" count as an answer to this question! It is a name that everyone knows about World War I!" she argued slanting her eyes at the young teacher.

"Because Courtney, if you went to talk to students who were in fifth or sixth grade, if you asked them what war came before World War II, they would say World War I. While the name you used is technically a correct answer, it is not the correct answer for this quiz," the teacher replied calmly.

"But I would have made a 100!" she complained crossing her arms tightly.

"But then I would have to give everyone else who over-thought an easy question the points as well, but wait. You were the only one," he grinned the entire time saying his witty come back.

The class snickered as Courtney's face turned red of embarrassment. Noah chuckled himself, he loved Mr. Pardue's humor even though it was only his first year teaching an AP Course.

Noah picks his pencil back up and makes a side note next to Courtney's name saying "While she does have popularity among the students who do not know her, anyone who does know her knows she is the complainer being immensely stubborn." He makes a mental telling himself to debate whether she should be in that level of popularity or not later.

During second period in Honors Geometry, the party president himself is copying notes down onto a sheet of paper. Any circle he draws turns into a pizza and any cylinder he draws turns into a glass full of soda. The party was on his mind and he knew after school today there would be a party since it is Friday.

"Geoff Frederick, could you please explain to me how you can turn a whole circle into half of a circle?" the teacher quickly asked noticing the drawings in his notes.

"You turn the circle into a pizza and eat half of it bro!" Geoff exclaims getting laughs from the entire class.

"A good visual representation, but that isn't the correct response, you must divide by two," the teacher explained writing it on the board.

"Eh, that too I guess," he replies writing it down in his notes as a man-eating half of a pizza with a divide symbol over the man's head.

Geoff was not the smartest person in the class, but the way he understood everything was by partying. It is a weird way to look at things, but it somehow worked for him. Especially in a class like Geometry. As class droned on Geoff started planning out the party for tonight.

In the middle of the teacher's lecture about finding the area of a circle, the door opens and a new student walks in who catches Geoff's eye.

"Ahhh! You must be the new student, Bridgette Hawkins!" the teacher stated happily!

"Yeah, that's me," she replied calmly. She is used to walking into new classrooms because her dad was in the military.

"Girl you're hot," Geoff thought out loud with his mouth hanging open. The entire class burst out laughing, thinking Geoff was just giving her a tough time but he was serious as ever. Bridgette turned red because she was embarrassed since he was cute.

Bridgette laughed and pretended to brush off the comment. She had experienced this situation almost every time she went to a new school. Walks into class, gets hit on, and quickly becomes known around the school. She knew exactly how to handle it too.

"Thanks, you can close your mouth now by the way," she responds as the laughter around the classroom died down. Geoff blinked a couple of times before the comment registered in his head. He closed his mouth quickly as the thoughts of how "hot" Bridgette circled in his mind.

"Since all that is over, why don't you take the empty seat next to Geoff! I'm sure he would not mind at all," the teacher gestured for Bridgette to take a seat.

She nodded and made her way over to the seat. Geoff obviously stared at her for the entire time, caring not about his other classmates snickering and sniggering about the reaction he had towards her. Bridgette awkwardly tried her best not to look over at him, feeling the intense stare on her the entire time.

"This is going to be a long year..." she thought in her head as she began to take notes.

Second period had many of the club classes that day. One of the most noteworthy classes is the Modeling 102 class. This class is for the students who definitely have a dream of becoming a male or female model one day due to naturally gifted looks. One of the prerequisites for the class is that you cannot have any surgical operations done on your body at any time from birth to your current age. The interesting thing about this classroom was that it was thrice the size of a regular one, featuring a runway for the students to practice on. Placed around the runway were desks for students in the Modeling 101 class, that shared the same classroom during other periods, would take notes from the teacher.

This class in particular hosts the president himself of the Modeling club. The image of beauty throughout the school, Justin Riviera. All parts of his body are perfect for the modeling career. In fact, he has already contacted modeling agencies for his face, abs, hands, and feet. All who are willing to pay him large sums of cash and give him as much publicity as he would ever wish.

"Alright, now pose! Pose! Pose!" The high school journalist, Sierra McCormick, commanded the beautiful male model.

He smiled and did several swoon-worthy poses for the camera. Sierra herself is used to Justin's beauty being in the same grade as him. She had her own obsession over someone but she did not want to get on that tangent now for she needs to focus on Justin.

"You are going to make the front page again!" Sierra beamed as she ran through all the pictures she had taken of him.

"Good, make sure to list my phone number for anyone who can get me a modeling contract," he said breaking a pose to relax. "It's always nice to have people text me begging things like, "Oh Justin! Please go out with me and be my knight in shining armor!"

Sierra laughed, rolling her eyes at his arrogance. "Oh Justin you are such a kidder."

"Do you really think I'm joking Sierra," he smoothly said sitting in a chair on the runway stage. Sierra was obviously not affected for she was still rolling her eyes. Justin looked around for something he could use to cause Sierra to fall for him.

"Justin," she started as he realized there was a bucket of water ready to be dumped on him at any moment, "you may be the icon of beauty of the school, but you have no affect on me what-so-ever!"

He snapped his fingers, causing a classmate to pull a rope connected to the bucket, tipped it over, and caused it contents to spill all over Justin. Sierra gasped as Justin grabbed his shirt and ripped it off showing his money-making body. As she now is distracted by his beautiful body, dreamy music had started playing in the background.

"How about now Sierra," Justin smirked arrogantly, knowing he had won this battle.

"Yes your royal hotness," she said taking picture after picture of the president. He naturally posed for the camera, capturing every ounce of beauty possible of him.

Justin did all kind of poses. Poses standing up, on the ground, on the chair, and anything else you can imagine for a model. The water shines off his abs, causing every female in the room to drool and stare for the entire photo shoot. Tensing his muscles, Justin showed off everything he had to offer without going past the line.

As Sierra finished up taking as many photos as possible, Justin clothed himself. He knew he was the perfect image of beauty and he was going to abuse it any way possible to cause him to be successful. Even manipulating teachers to the point of passing him in school.

A/N: That is chapter two of the story! Hopefully this is going very well and people are enjoying this as much as I am typing it! Make sure you review telling me people you would want to see in the next chapter and any constructive criticism! I aim to improve always!