Page 4 of Ella's Masquerade
And he didn’t say anything else.
“Tray,” she repeated after a beat. “This is an English class, Tray. We use full sentences. Now stand up and give a proper introduction.”
“Sure.” He pushed his chair away and stood, his height seeming to dwarf me beneath a shadow. Because yeah, he was handsomeandtall.
Aren’t they all?I thought with a mental scoff.
He glanced over his shoulder at me, his irises an exotic blend of obsidian and dark chocolate colors. My favorite kind of drink. Not that I wanted to taste him.
“My name is Trayton Nacht,” he said, still looking at me. “I prefer to be called Tray.” He turned back around, facing Professor Montgomery. “Was that sufficient enough? Or do I need to prepare a full biography?”
Several of the students snickered.
I bit my lip, knowing this would not go over well. At all.
Professor Montgomery’s resulting smile confirmed my thoughts. “That is an excellent idea, Mr. Nacht.” She clasped her hands, her eyes dancing around the class. “And as all of you are smiling, I can see you agree. We’ll make this a group assignment, so everyone can participate.”
The snickers turned to groans while I just shook my head.
Idiots.
“Peer interviews,” Professor Montgomery continued. “With a three-to-five-page full-length biography due by Friday.”
As it was Tuesday, that only gave us three days to complete the assignment.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Tray reclaimed his seat, that lazy sprawl in full effect again. “My life isn’t that interesting. How about a page instead?”
Professor Montgomery arched a brow. “Well, then I pity your partner because the requirement is three to five pages. And you will be writing the biography of the student you interview, not your own biography, Mr. Nacht.”
More groaning from the class.
Tray, however, grinned. “Brilliant. Are we to choose our partners?”
Man, this guy didn’t know when to quit. He’d be in detention by the end of the day if he kept up this pace.
I shook my head just as our professor declared, “No, I’ll be choosing. And since Ms. Cinder seems to disapprove of this assignment, I’ll be pairing you with her.” She gave me a look that had me rolling my eyes.
That wasn’t at all why she’d paired me with him.
She paired us because she knew I wouldn’t let him cheat.
Rude.Looked like I needed to reevaluate my Favorite Teacher Award.
Montgomery began assigning everyone else partners for the project, the class growing reluctantly quiet. “You can all thank Mr. Nacht for giving me the idea,” she added at the end, essentially hammering a nail into his social-status coffin.
Of course, he merely appeared amused by it all, his full lips tilted upward in a cocky grin. “You’re welcome,” he said.
Charlie cut him a glare.
Several others followed suit.
Hmm, maybe Trayton Nacht wouldn’t be inducted into the royalty circle by the end of the week. Especially if he continued to piss everyone off.
Trina raised her hand from the front row, her perfect hair matching her perfectly pressed uniform. Professor Montgomery arched a brow, her signature way of calling upon a student. “Can we have the rest of today’s class to work on our assignment?” she asked. “With this being Homecoming week, most of us are involved in mandatory activities after school. And the squad has extra practices as well.”
“Not to mention football practice,” Charlie drawled.
