Square jaw.
Strong neck.
Lack of an understanding on how to properly wear the academy uniform—a leather jacket was not the same thing as a blazer.
He plopped down at the table in front of me, everything about his lazy sprawl saying how he felt about Charlie’s little inquisition. “I do not give a fuck” was practically plastered to the dude’s forehead.
Well, this would make things interesting.
How long would his little rebel act last against the princes of Darlington Academy?
I gave him a week before they recruited him into their circle. He had just the right amount of arrogance to qualify, and his looks certainly guaranteed him entrance to the female elite’s bedrooms. This was all just a glorified interview to see how quickly he succumbed to their power. Once he did, he’d be given a status. And the rest would be history.
Professor Montgomery entered with a flourish, dispelling Charlie’s chance to follow up with the new guy. “Be seated, be seated,” she said, waving her arms around with the words. The woman always did have a flair for the dramatic. With her wiry white hair pulled back in a severe bun, she resembled a strict woman. But kindness lurked in her bright blue gaze.
I adored her and her crazy methods.
Such as now. She narrowed her gaze at Trayton Nacht and snapped her fingers. “Well, on with your introduction, then.”
Straight to the point, as always.
I smirked as he sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat.
Yeah, Montgomery doesn’t play.
“Tray,” he said.
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 handsome and tall.
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.”