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I really can't concentrate on chemistry class so I start dozing off. Suddenly the doors of the classroom opens and our class teacher Ms Mathew, who is an elegant but stingy lady comes with a boy who is wearing the same school uniform, as ours, following her right behind. All the girls were mesmerized by his spendiferousness and were staring at him like a pack of wolves staring at its prey. The boys were just looking at him with envious eyes. They might really be taking him as an another competitor.All have different expressions on their faces, excluding me and Ren. When I looked at Ren, he was just checking his notes and not giving a damn about his surrounding.

It is not so much jealousy, probably more recognition and longing. I check the clock. In a little while, students will spill out from their classes, so it is too late to sneak into the class. Instead I go down to the canteen and get a cup of coffee. From my usual seat at the outcast table I have a perfect view of the big room, and I see it immediately when Luca rounds the corner with the rest of the Elite. As usual Julie is not far away from him and I have to watch as they talk and laugh together.

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Geez, why is he bent on making this difficult" Morgan muttered... ............................................................................. EAST HIGH SCHOOL Junior High Building Junior Year Three Class Michelle (Elle) and Isabel as been looking gloomy since both of them arrived at school in the morning... Kelvin, Warren, and most especially, Theo as been trying to pinpoint what happened that can make both of them quiet in the class..... Even the class noticed their quietness because the class is somehow bored. After all, since Elle was back, the class has become more interesting..... "Do you know what is wrong with Elle and Isabel?" Kelvin asked Theo "No, I don't know" Theo shrugged

I busy myself reading a book on my kindle app. When there are about two minutes left before class begins, that familiar electric charge strikes my skin. Glancing at the door, I find Alessandro striding in, clutching his notebook and pen, marching straight to his desk at the back of the classroom. He pays no attention to the students trying to strike up a conversation with him, just leans back and folds his arms across his chest. Then his eyes flick to me.

“Did your roommate try to sacrifice you to a dark god or anything? Some of them are weird.” “No, she’s quiet. Her name is Elara,” I replied, taking a piece of toast. “She seems fine.” “Elara is cool. A bit of a loner, but she’s one of the smartest hybrids in the school,” Jack explained between bites of sausage. “You ready for Albright’s class? Get ready to be bored to death.” “He’s not that bad,” Janet chimed in. “He just likes the sound of his own voice. The real problem is who else is in that class.” She subtly tilted her head toward the Aurora table.

Or is this gym not interested in staying open? Mabel snickered behind her hand, her voice dripping with contempt as she said, "Look at this, folks! "She's been called out, and now she's lashing out in a fit! She's going wild like a shrew! "Ouch! Did that hit a nerve? With your bargain-bin looks, do you even have 100 bucks to your name? "Socialites? Please. Real socialites have their heads in the clouds. Who else would tire themselves out over a measly 10-dollar trial class?"

Oscar looked. She was right. Anyone who truly wanted to be on time was already inside. The ones arriving now had calculated it to the minute. Any sudden burst of speed was just for show, proof they were not slacking. "I see." He let his shoulders drop and fell into the crowd's natural drift. It felt new to him. They found the classroom. Students read aloud at their desks, classical literature mingling with foreign-language passages. Rebecca steered Oscar into a seat and dropped down beside him. "Quick, get your textbooks out. The teacher will be here any second."

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?”

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.