Ella POV:
Sitting through class with Jason next to me was like trying to ignore an overly excited puppy. For once, he was keeping his hands to himself, which was a relief, but that didn't stop him from bombarding me with questions.
"What color is your gown?" he kept asking, as if my answer would solve all the world's problems.
Why does it even matter? I thought, rolling my eyes. "Just wear whatever you want, Jason," I said, brushing him off for the hundredth time. But he was persistent, as if coordinating our outfits was some kind of life-or-death situation.
"Come on, El, just tell me. I want to match," he insisted with that annoyingly charming smile. Argh. This guy.
I managed to hold back a sarcastic retort when, just in time, the lecturer finally wrapped up the class. As everyone started packing their things, the professor made an announcement that caught my attention.
