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What exactly did the poor guy do? Mr. Greg talked about so many things before starting his class, and sadly, I barely registered any of it. I turned to Belle, like I’d been doing since Mrs. Peter left, and once again, there wasn’t a single trace of fear in her. She seemed very unbothered. “I know I’m pretty, Elora, but I don’t do girls,” she whispered, a playful smile dancing on her lips, her eyes still fixed on Mr. Greg as he continued his lecture.

The calm composure on her face cracked. "Even classmates can have coffee together. Won't you try it? It's your favorite." "No need. People change. I don't drink coffee anymore." I'd barely taken a few steps when I heard glass shatter behind me. But people and things that had nothing to do with me didn't deserve a second glance. We never saw each other again after that, though when I had dinner with Mom once, she mentioned Felix in passing. She said he was an idiot who got scammed and landed in prison. He wouldn't be out for years.

Eighty. When the class ended and the room emptied almost immediately as students gathered their bags and moved toward the doors, Elara lingered. She watched Adrian pack his papers, his movements precise, deliberate, and she waited, heart thrumming, for the moment she’d been rehearsing in her mind since receiving her grade. “Professor Moore?” she asked, her voice slightly tight, almost betraying her nerves. He glanced up, a faint smile brushing his lips. “Yes, Elara. Everything okay?”

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

She bit her lips, facing her computer. class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">*PRIVATE CLASS, 1:30 PM* class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">"Fuck, I can't take any more classes," Noah groaned, switching off his system as their geometry teacher exited. class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">"Just say you're dying to be with a girl," Kyle glowered, putting on his headset.

Abigail was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, her eyes glittering with murder. I smiled, slow and sweet and 100% insane. “Careful, sushi. Keep running your mouth and I’ll start thinking you want a taste.” Her face went the color of a boiled lobster but Inara shoved my mug of coffee into my hand like a bomb diffuser. “Drink. Breathe. Put clothes on. We have class in six minutes.” I saluted with the mug. “Yes, ma’am.” Uniform on, hair still dripping, I stomped into the lecture hall five seconds before Professor William started breathing fire.

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.

“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?”

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.

We made a run. We parted ways, and I went to my classroom. Nothing like retaking boring subjects. Oh joy. My phone lit up and dad sent me a picture of Liv, on his desk chair eating a Graham cracker while holding a book. I chuckled. "Good morning class." Oh no, that voice. Please tell me is someone else with the same voice. "This class just got interesting." A girl said. I look up from my phone and I was right. He was here and he is going to be my professor. Aaron King. Fanfuckingtastic.