Seducing Mr. Wryder

Seducing Mr. Wryder - 1

I huffed and blew my dark hair from my face. God, Drama class would've been fun if only Mr. Jamison was here. But noooooooo, he had to be absent and have a substi- no, prostitute!

Gawd, this wench in front of us was gross! She flaunted her much too ample chest to the jocks as I rolled my eyes. "Hanni, let's play truth or dare!" Vanessa whisper-yelled, tapping Hanni on the shoulder, next to me.

"Aye, I would, if only this hoe next to me will," Hanni remarked, shoving my shoulder. "She's just afraid she'll lose. Don't mind her." Vanessa muttered lamely, trying to burn a hole at the back of my head.

I rolled my eyes, twirling my pencil around.

"I'll join," I announced, suddenly bored of watching the teacher in front of me flash her tits at the boys for the past twenty minutes.

"Yay!" Vanessa squealed, clapping her hands together. I had a feeling she might do something rather devious if I happened to choose dare.

"So, Hanni, truth or dare?" I asked, picking at my nails. "Truth," she grimaced, knowing the questions to be hurtled at her. "Did Brendon really cheat on Stefanie with you?" Vanessa asked.

Hanni let out a short burst of laughter quietly. "No, the poor idiot crushed his lips on mine. I, in return, gave him several slaps."

I gave Ness a withering stare. "That was a stupid question, Ness. We already know that." She rolled her eyes at me. "I know."

"Daph, truth or dare?" Hanni grinned wickedly. I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Truth," I muttered, my voice muffled. "Do you think Nichol Weiss is hot?" Hanni asked, furrowing her brow.

I let out a quick peal of laughter. "Cute, Hanni. Not hot." I reminded her.

"Miss Montrose, is there something you would like to share with the class?" The sub asked, snapping at me. "No, Miss. And it's Mont-rowse, not Montross." I smiled at her sweetly.

"I don't believe you share a surname with the Duke of Montrose, Miss Montross. I hear he is the only with his last name." She smirked.

"Apologies, I haven't introduced myself to you then, Miss...?"

"Smarckey. Ms. Daniella Smarckey." She scowled. "Carry on with what you were saying, Miss Montross."

"Most of you already know, but I am Daphne Natalia Lawson-Montrose, Duchess of Montrose, daughter of George Adam Montrose, Duke of Montrose. I am the 36th heir to the Royal British Throne." I muttered, forgetting to use the accent Dad taught me.

Miss Smarckey paled. "Apologies, your highness. I was not informed of your identity." I waved my hand in boredom. "Uh huh, heard that before. No worries, Ms. Smarckey."

I plopped back down on my chair as Hanni and Ness dreamily stared at me. "What?" I asked, half-laughing at their faces. "Sometimes I'm kinda jealous of how you're technically royalty."

I burst out laughing. "Hun, all I got from royalty is a title and some land. There's really no point in being royal anymore."

"No, you got looks from it too," Ness started, gesturing at my face. Did I forget to mention she had a degree in beauty sciences?

"See here, Hanni. She's got those impossibly high, regal cheekbones. She's got those sharp, sculpted jaws. And of course, she's got the gorgeous ebony hair and saturated blue eyes to put in the whole package. Don't forget her hot bod, too."

I burst out laughing at Ness' eloquent speech about my good-looks. "Nice one, Ness. Real nice." I chuckled.

"Ness, truth or dare?" I asked Ness, shaking my head at her ramblings. "Truth, why not?" She absently answered, suddenly picking at her nails.