Nathan
Hearing her words, I scoff a bit and roll my eyes, looking back down at my notes. Cute
and smart. Even though she's a bit of a smart--
"Mr. Prescott!" He calls, and I sit back in my chair, groaning.
"Sir?" I groan.
He gives me a charming smile. "Now can you tell me who first pioneered the shadowbox?"
Um... Uh. Flip! Uh...
"We're waiting, Nathan~" He's tapping his fingers along the desk in an attempt to hurry me along.
"It, uh... she was a girl, right?"
"Nathan..." He sighs and shakes his head. "Come now. You know this."
I smirk. Think you can push me around, huh? I've had just enough about that. " 'Blah, blah, blah'... right? Mr. Jefferson?"
"Nathan!" He scowls, and looks up when people start to get up and leave. Class is over, after all. "See me after class."
Flip!