Classroom Of The Elite Ep 1 Novels & Stories

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 +.”

Three tables away, their harsh gazes locked onto me. "I can't believe a whore like that is attending my driving class," another one snarls, crossing her arms. And I recognize her. She follows her son who is learning driving. My hands begin to shake. Beside me, Dean’s face darkens instantly. "I think we should leave, Eleanor." Dean remarks. "What does a billionaire like Mr. Wellington see in a classless buffoon like her anyway?" Another adds. Dean slams his hand on the table and stands up, lifting his phone toward them.

Naomi arched her brow nonchalantly to see Sherry and her boyfriend, Johnson Kane, leading a group of so-called elites from Class A. They deliberately blocked the entry and refused to let her in. "Naomi, I have a piece of advice for you. You should just hurry up and return to Class F! Don't stay here and wait till you're cast away!" "That’s right! You should just leave!" "Our class doesn’t welcome you!" As soon as Sherry was done speaking, her boyfriend Johnson immediately incited the rest of the students from Class A into opposing her. Clarissa stayed out of trouble by staying in the classroom. She propped her chin on her hand as she leisurely watched her classmates attacking Naomi. Finally,

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.