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Blake replied. "Just so you know, Bryce came too." Zane cautioned. "Why is he?" Blake asked in between his teeth. "Curious, I guess." Zane replied and Blake just shrugged his shoulders gesturing them to come in. Zane opened the door and allowed them. "Hi, Chloe! Blake!" Bryce greeted them as soon as they entered the office. For several seconds Chloe stared down at two teens. One whom she knew well and the other not close to what she was expecting to see. They were both in school uniform which Chloe knew to be the uniform of Elite High, the most prestigious high school in Castile.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

"Okay, I heard some of you talking about your plans for this vacation. It's always nice to hear what you'll be doing after graduation. So, let's go around and share your plans." He started with the kids sitting on the first bench. One after another, each child informed him about their future plans after graduation. Finally, he came to Coreen. She stood up and quite boldly told him, "I am going to join the Elite Hunts to become a better person. This is another chance to not only prove but also grow myself". The classroom burst into applause and cheers. Coreen just smiled smugly, her vanity soaking up the vox populi of her classmates. Maxine looked to Sarah, who was quietly but vehemently roll

Through the morning traffic, a Maserati MC20 Cielo was on its way to the ELITÈ academy, and inside the back seat was Eric, who turned to his sister, his brow furrowed with deep concern, “Eleanor, are you sure you should be resuming school this fast? It has only been a few days.”

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

"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 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.

“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.

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk

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.