Classroom Of The Elite Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Can I take the elevator?” She burst out laughing, leaving me confused. “Oh, honey. Our elevator has been broken for five years. Take the stairs.” I raised an eyebrow. A school like Elite had such living arrangements? Still, it seemed like she was on the verge of a tantrum if I asked another question. So, I nodded and made my way, taking the stairs to the top floor. The journey was less than pleasant. Shirtless men and women lounged in the hallways, some even kissing and borderline having sex. Beer bottles littered the ground, and tissues with unknown substances clung to the walls.

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.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

**“Janna, drop it. Seriously.” Janna held up her hands in mock surrender. **“Alright, fine. But I still think you like him.”** Elie’s quickened her pace, desperate to end the conversation. They finally reached their classroom and slipped into their seats just as the bell rang. --- **Later That Day – After Class** The school day dragged on painfully slow. Elie’s tried focusing on her lessons, but her mind kept drifting back to Damien and Bianca. The scene in the cafeteria replayed over and over, much to her frustration.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

“But the moment you walked into my class, I knew you were going to be trouble. My favorite kind of trouble.” Elena smiled against his chest. “I’m glad I broke the rules.” Professor Kane tilted her chin up and kissed her tenderly. “You’re mine now, little pet. Through every lecture, every late night, every secret moment. And I’m going to keep ruining you for anyone else.” Outside, the normal campus world continued. Inside their private world, the lessons had only just begun.

Xo, Black6 - Damon’s POV. Eli, Jet, Warren and I decided to be late for Jenkins’s class again. It’s not like he would care. He was a cool teacher and understood that we had some business to take care of before getting to class. Plus, I have the highest grade in that class. Even if I was star of the football team and spent a lot of time with the ladies, I still found time to study. However, we didn’t have business to take care of today. But we didn’t feel like going to class just yet either. So, we were leaning against the lockers while Eli was rambling about his mate, Abigail.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

Even if Trent was only with her for sex, at least he wanted her. Who would want to have sex with me? I didn't see Cain that day as we didn't have any classes with him. And neither did we have any classes that day. It was worse than the first day at school. Patty and I sat talking about everything and anything when all of a sudden, we heard screaming from the hallways. The elites in class were whispering into each other's ears. The girls were talking excitedly while the boys seemed to be pissed off. “No way!” One girl yelled and ran out of the class.