Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite 2

Wang Bong smiling while waving her hand. Meanwhile, Mrs. Grizelda was glaring at the class with her hawk eyes. Her eyes instantly felt to the crowded second bench in the second row, where Elena was squeezed to death in the center. “Why did our engineer bothered to make such huge classrooms with so many comfy benches when everyone wanted to sit like a squeezed lemon!” said Mrs. Grizelda with a deep regretful sigh. “Go away already before Mrs. Grizelda gets angry!” Elena whispered while nudging Liam and Sky in frustration.

"What?" "Stop getting lost, go clean up, we have to go down for breakfast." She conveyed and I rolled my eyes. "And don't forget that you're having class by eleven." She added and the urge to cry choked me. The classes were just extra classes organized by some top-ranking students in the school and by top-ranking, I mean both in money, connection, and in the brain. They call themselves elites and if I gain their favor with my hard work, it's a plus in getting the scholarship.

I think I can manage getting to three classes and home for lunch. Entering my English class, sure he wouldn’t follow me in, right? Of course, it was too good to be true. He followed me to the back and pulled up a chair. How am I supposed to focus when he’s acting weird. “Ahem “ Mr. Lewinski cleared his throat, “ quiet down everyone for the last class of the school year we will be watching a movie” the projector spur to life with a noise that can only be described as a dinosaurs mating call.

I looked down at the paper on the desk before speaking. “The Elite's gonna be fine,” Cynthia lifted up her head and blinked in confusion. I stared right back into her eyes, waiting for a protest. If we had to work with a school on this project, it certainly had to be Madison's. “Elite's?!” She blotted out in confusion. “Yeah I nodded and dropped my eyes back down to her boobs, I was getting visibly hard and couldn't wait to be done with this so I could pin her down on my desk.

Jefferson. "Let's have a contest. We'll both do this test at the same time. If I win, you will resign. I'll be the one taking over the podium, and you can go home and retire. "But if I lose, I'll do whatever you want. Get on my knees and beg and grovel for forgiveness, or spend the rest of my time in detention, or drop out and get lost from your sight—your pick. Wanna bet?" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing.

" Ok if you insist but whatever happens in there will be on you" " I understand " " mmmm go then, you will be joined by Spice and Twinkle, hurry in now because there are yet to dress up" Poppy made a dash to Ray's room, which is on the top floor. The whole floor was his private getaway and it is soundproof too. His study is near the living room with the girls but his escape pod is closer to the heavens. A private elevator was installed and leads directly into his bedroom.

I muttered some words of prayer to the Moon goddess to save me as she's always done, just as she's saved me from the mass destruction of my Pack years ago, leaving me as the only survivor. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, Mr Clark's cologne filled the office and I walked towards the table. “I received your email sir.” I told him and was surprised at how professional I sounded instead of a helpless shaky voice in trouble. “Yes Miss Smith, please have a seat” He tells me jovialy and I relaxed a bit before sitting down. His office was something made out of rich cedar and splash of silver. That's the thing about Elite Celestial Royal Academy, the school wasn't just beautiful, it wa

Alaric’s laughter vibrated through the air. “You could call me materialistic all day long, but I don’t care. After all, it’s not like it’s for free. I’m going to be working for it.” Layla pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you’re really interested, you’re already on the right path. Only elite students can become elite teachers.” “Just elite students? What about the ordinary students?” She raised an eyebrow. “They could become ordinary teachers, but only elite teachers teach elite.” He said, pouring more honey on his remaining pancakes.

My feet touched the warm stone path, and I still couldn’t believe I was standing in the front yard of a property like this. How could Tiara... turn down a man with this kind of wealth? Reagan gave my shoulder a light tap. “Come on. I’ll show you around.” The interior of the house was just as stunning. High ceilings with intricate carvings in modern Italian style, a crystal chandelier hanging like drops of ice, and a grand s piral staircase leading to the second floor. But it didn’t feel cold. Not like a hotel. Not like a museum. This house... felt alive. Cold, but breathing.

The possibility that Nathan… might not be my mate. Before I could sink too far into it, the sharp sound of the bell rang through the room, breaking the moment. “Before all of you leave,” Mr. Cole called from the front, “if you haven’t finished your packet, I expect it done by next class.” I slipped the packet into my book and stood from my desk. Riley gathered her things beside me, and almost instantly, I felt it— Jay. Standing close by. Ready. Together, we stepped into the crowded hallway. The noise returned instantly. Reality settled around me again