Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite 2

For a moment, the room was dead silent before a low but frantic buzzing broke out like a disturbed beehive: "Is that the girl with the short hair from the hallway earlier..." "She’s in this class? The Advanced Class?" I stood on the podium, slowly scanning the room from top to bottom to observe the structure and positioning of everyone inside. Without needing to see the list beforehand, just by looking at the factions forming below, I immediately realized that Blackwood's criteria for class placement had changed drastically this year. The school no longer clearly separated the ultra-wealthy from the academic elite. Instead, they had brazenly mixed top-tier business heirs, the filthy rich, an

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

The final bell had rung over an hour ago, but Room 212 still carried the faint echo of teenage chatter and scraping chairs. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-closed blinds, casting warm golden stripes across the rows of empty desks. Ms. Mayleen Pope sat alone at the front of the classroom, her elegant figure framed by the heavy oak teacher’s desk that had been there longer than most of the students had been alive.

Every gesture economical. Nothing about him betrayed stress or uncertainty. When the elevator doors opened, assistants immediately guided them through immaculate hallways toward the conference suite. The room itself was breathtaking in its simplicity. Long polished table. Black leather chairs. Glass walls overlooking the city. Power radiated quietly from every detail. Elara took her seat across from several executives while carefully arranging the prepared documents before her. Aero positioned himself slightly behind and to the side. Hands clasped loosely behind his back. Silent. Watchful.

You look tired. Elara gave a small nod. “Just peachy.” Thanks for having my back and never would I have thought I'd see Jade quiet down without a fight. Cat smiled, It's nothing.I know her type.I’m used to dealing with her type back in Chicago . Suddenly the room quieted as the teacher walked in. The teacher enters. “Class, we’ve got a new transfer student.” Someone mutters at the front seat, “Two new students back to back? What’s going on this week ?.”

Carmen's POV Maddox Elite Training Facility was one of those places that looks like it was designed by someone who thinks minimalist luxury was a personality. Glass walls, black steel beams, everything was gleaming and polished. Even the air smells expensive, like eucalyptus and money. Trying not to look around, I walked in, clutching my tote bag like it was a shield. When I got to the receptionist desk, she gave me the same look someone would give to a stray dog that wandered into a jewelry store.

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.

The Coffee Mug: A steaming lake of caffeine that emitted a heat signature like a volcano. "Jax, Cole—distraction," Elara signaled. The twins sprinted across the keyboard, their light footsteps triggering keys in a specific sequence. > PLAY: "VOLUME_MAX" A blast of classical music erupted from the room’s hidden speakers. The Father jumped, startled, his attention shifting to the volume controls on his monitor. "Now!" Elara, Kael, and Zane lunged for the ring. It was heavy—a solid circle of titanium and circuitry. Together, they began to roll it toward the desk’s edge.

I replied. He grinned before the elevator doors closed. Desmond was in a higher class than me. Honestly, I was relieved we were not in the same class. Principal Harris stood beside me. I watched the numbers increase above the door until we reached the top floor. “This floor is for the advanced class,” she said calmly. I nodded. The elevator doors opened, revealing a quiet hallway. The walls were decorated with framed certificates and photographs of students receiving awards. The floor was polished and clean, and the windows at the end of the hallway allowed sunlight to pour inside. We stopped in front of a classroom.

Everyone froze. A tall man walked in broad shoulder's, black coat, cold eyes. I couldn't see his face clearly, that was because my contact lens had fallen off when that jackass, twisted my arm earlier. Everything was a blur. As he came closer, face was clearer a little. He looked familiar, I tightened my grip on the weapon. I felt the power in the room shift. He kept walking closer, closer. He didn't flinch when I pointed the gun at him. He looked...calm. No, no. Bored.