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It's also good to have someone welcome you; don't be an outcast, Aze. "I am not." The three held their breath. No matter what they say to Azeria, it's still up to him if he wants to be with people. Yes, there is no denying that it has a trust issue. They no longer insisted on what they wanted for Azeria; Theo himself opened a new conversation to get rid of that. When the bell rang, they said goodbye to Azeria. The last class is in the afternoon. The three seats are located at the end. Because their arrangement in this subject is the alphabet, they are next to each other. "Theo, let me ask for your reviewer." Red heard. He turned to face his class, Learn. Sometimes some people will only revie

the teacher says and most of the students are quite glad because of it. I don't know how does be teach cause it is my first class but I never get to attend the class even for the first time. "What's going on? Why would he get mad over him?" I ask? "You know why? It's class. Not the class like this class. I mean the hierchial class of economy. You be in the top level and you are going to dominate the whole other class. Don't you see students over here. Most of them belong to the elite class. Most of their family own their own corporates, sports company, hotels and so much more. You see how rich they are? They even get the privilege to get forgiven by teachers even if they mistake ,why?" he as

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.

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

In a way it does. Eli sets Jonah down gently. His hands are old again. Spotted. Veined. He hides them in his sleeves, but Lyana sees anyway and her fierce expression softens. “Grandpa Eli, you can sit in the new classroom,” she says. “It has chairs that grow to fit you.” Eli smiles, and for a second his face flickers younger, then settles back to old. “I would like that.” The first classroom is the bark-walled building Sky grew last week, chalkboards smooth as river stone. The second one does not exist yet. That is the point.

Victor sat in the first row below, gazing at her with admiration. At the judges' table, several technical experts whispered to one another, their brows furrowed. "Ms. Lowell, your theory is impressive," the lead judge said, tapping the table. "But we need to see actual code-combat ability. Please connect to our test system and begin the first round of attack and defense." Sophie nodded confidently and inserted the USB drive I had given her. The system started. A basic defense interface appeared on the big screen. Victor led the applause from below, his face full of pride.

"The university's whore. Every cock. Every hole. Whenever you want." Theo zoomed in. "Perfect ending," he murmured. "Best film yet." Marcus smiled, still holding her chin. "You know what I like about you, Professor? You learn. Eventually." He let go. Her head dropped back against the table. Somewhere, the clock tower chimed noon. In Classroom 4B, her students waited, navy blazers crisp, pens ready. She'd clean herself up. Re-knot the scarf. Walk in smiling. And tonight—tonight, the whole campus knew. Janitors. Deans. Graduate assistants. A hundred men with grudges and cocks and the key to her submission.

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.