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Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

Today was the first day of class, so I decided to leave a little early today from work just in case there was traffic to work, but I wanted to stop by Starbucks to get a little something to eat. Now, when I registered for this class, I heard that the Professor was very handsome and that the many of the females in the college always wanted to take his class. The Professor is Michael Scott, and he will be the one teaching the class. Yes, we will see what all the hubbub is about when I get to class, but right now, I am going to order.

CONTENT: class, quickie, professor and student, age gap. CHAPTER 1 Carrie tapped her foot impatiently, glancing down at her watch. Class was almost over, and she was looking forward to getting home. History was not her favorite subject. Professor Armstrong surveyed his classroom as he wrapped up his lecture about Antebellum abolitionists. He noticed Carrie in the third row paying attention to anything but him, and remembered he had intended to speak to her after class about her failing grade. He took the opportunity to take in her sexy form while she was looking elsewhere. Her cute face was framed by her short, bouncy brown hair.

The class went, "ooohh '' I nodded. I sighed. I knew this was not going to be good. I scolded myself for the longest time. The class was over and I quickly went to his office before anything went wrong again. I was already a ridicule to my mates and I didn't want to draw more attention to myself. Immediately I got to the door, I had a weird feeling. It made me sick to my stomach but I couldn't place a finger on it. I breathed, opening the door and entering his office. He had a book in his hand, leaning by the window. "Take a seat." He closed the book on his desk, walking over to the dòor. My eyes followed him to the door until I couldn't see him any longer but I heard the door click. I knew

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.

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”

"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.

" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing. Mr. Jefferson pushed up his glasses but didn't speak. I just smiled and walked up to the front, got onto the podium, and grabbed a piece of chalk, twirling it in my hand. "Well? Or do you not dare to do it? Afraid you'll embarrass yourself for losing to a 17-year-old brat like me? "I'm telling you that I've disliked you for a very long time. The country's resources are limited, yet they're all controlled by old folks like you.

Even the children of elites in NUAT are extremely intelligent. The dinner at the Skyline Club—an exclusive penthouse haunt where the air was thin and the commoners were invisible—had been a masterclass in elite damage control. It was far removed from the sirens and chants echoing at the university gates. The table was set with fine bone china and silver that gleamed under the crystal chandelier.