Classroom Of Elites Novels & Stories

We'd only just arrived at the administrative building when I ran into Tanya Hall, one of my classmates. The moment she spotted me, her eyes flashed with jealousy and derision. "Hmph! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've got someone backing you up, Calista! Even though Mr. Abbott and Mr. Lane have been fired, we're still going to fight this to the very end!"

However, using her father's name to excel was not how she wanted to start her professional life. That's why she found herself standing in front of Rothschild, the nightmare of every business student. The reason being Elijah Rothschild, the CEO rumored to be the Lucifer reincarnated. He had made many of Desiree's old classmates and seniors burst into tears during interviews, and she was likely going to be the next in line. Heaving a sigh, Desiree entered through the massive glass door and reached the receptionist. Taking off her sunglasses, she flashed her dazzling smile and rested her arm on the front desk in a charming manner.

The voice in my head whispered, seeing how close he was and how we were just about to kiss. I pushed him off, breathing heavily and gasping before I hurriedly pushed the door open and rolled out. “ Stay back!” I said, holding my chest as I looked at him. I caught the attention of the students, they stopped and I realized what was happening. I bit my inner lips, turning the other way to look at the huge signpost, written in bold black Gothic style. THE ELITES. The name rang in my head, it gave me a weird feeling, almost like a school for the nobles or national security.

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Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

She began counting on her fingers as she explained: “We have the D-Class — those are the scholarship students. They’re very few, maybe three percent of the total population. Then comes the C-Class, the classic millionaires. Normally, their status wouldn’t grant them access here, but their parents could afford the tuition. Next is the B-Class — the multi-millionaires. They’re rich, but not rich enough to be considered part of the elite. After that, the A-Class — the billionaires, the true elites, sons and daughters of the world’s biggest fortunes. And finally, the S-Class — the ones who practically govern the world. They’re the children of the one percent, and there are only five of them in t