Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite 2

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

“So, what class are you in? I have yet to look at the class list.” Nonchalantly, Hestia replied, “Class 2-2.” she then heard a gasp from the torah girl. “No, we got separated.” with a sad face, Excami entered the elevator with a pout. “Why, what class are you anyway?” the rookie undercover spy inquired.

There were no words. Just an attachment. Frowning, I tapped the image. At first, it looked blurry. Dark shapes behind frosted glass. Then my stomach dropped. Two figures. Standing extremely close together inside a classroom. One taller. One leaning forward slightly. Even distorted through the blurry quality, I recognized us immediately. My breathing stopped. The timestamp at the bottom corner read: BLACKWOOD HIGH — ROOM 214. The classroom. My fingers suddenly felt numb around the phone. No text followed. No threat. No explanation.

Clara drove in and pulled over in the parking lot, before she could get out of the car the kids already got out and ran towards the entrance. Clara picked up the file she got from Malia’s house and got out of the car too. The kids got in and ran past people, everyone knew who they were already. Kaylee and Kaylen waved at familiar faces as they ran to the elevator. “Madam Tokyo is having a class.” One of the staff rushed to them to stop them but they ignored her. They pressed the button to the seventh floor knowing where the class was being held, the elevator doors closed before the staff could get to them and they laughed at her.

“Can I take the elevator?” She burst out laughing, leaving me confused. “Oh, honey. Our elevator has been broken for five years. Take the stairs.” I raised an eyebrow. A school like Elite had such living arrangements? Still, it seemed like she was on the verge of a tantrum if I asked another question. So, I nodded and made my way, taking the stairs to the top floor. The journey was less than pleasant. Shirtless men and women lounged in the hallways, some even kissing and borderline having sex. Beer bottles littered the ground, and tissues with unknown substances clung to the walls.

All the hurdles of the day had fallen backward. We didn't need the parking lot to alight. The driver drove straight to the entrance, and we got off and headed inside. The inside was the most eye-catching place I have ever seen. Comparing it to Elite was like comparing a stool and a chair. The walls are made of glass, aligned with what artists called gold plates, which was the opposite of Elite. Everyone was just docking their head to Mr. Philip as we passed, and I could help but wonder why they gave him such respect when he was not the Head of Classy Heels. “Lucas Dowell must be something more,” I thought to myself.

The taste of his dominance was addictive. A slow smile spread across Julius’s face. He’d spent years dreaming of her attention. Now he had her need, raw and desperate. He nodded down the hall. “Room 204. It’s always empty after two. The teacher has a free period.” They moved quickly, a silent pact between them. Julius tried the handle. Unlocked. He pushed it open, and they spilled inside, closing the door softly behind them. The classroom was a monument to mundane order: neat rows of desks, a whiteboard covered in half-erased calculus, the faint smell of chalk dust. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting the air into golden bars.

After twenty minutes, a restaurant waiter came to inform them that the private room was ready, and they could go over. The class president stood up and said, "Most people are here. Let's take our seats!" Twenty to thirty classmates walked into the private room, divided into three tables. Classmates started chatting, and someone sighed, "Among us, the most accomplished one is Benjamin Turner, right?" "Yeah, he's already the manager of the Zenith Ventures branch at such a young age. His future is limitless!" Emily Thompson immediately said, "My husband's annual salary is only a few hundred thousand! Today, since we're in a good mood, feel free to order, our treat!"

They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.