Classroom Of The Elite Volume 1 Novels & Stories

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said. "Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion. She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

He held a leather folio containing his metrics. Ms. Alvarez, a warm woman in her forties with kind eyes, greeted us. "Mr. Vance, Ms. Richards, come in!" The classroom was a cheerful chaos of low tables, construction paper, and the faint smell of clay and graham crackers. Luther’s eyes swept the room, instantly cataloging exits, potential safety hazards (a slightly wobbly bookshelf), and educational resources. He sat in a small chair at Keila’s table, his knees nearly at his chest, his posture rigid.

“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.

Like rot blooming beneath perfume. Elara turned her head slowly. Looked straight at Malick. Then Sierra. Then back again. “Well,” she drawled, “isn’t this adorable?” Sierra’s POV – In Class The classroom felt wrong before she even stepped inside. The carved oak door was open, runes humming too quietly. The wards were still active, but… muffled. Like someone had smothered them in velvet. Malick stepped through first. He stopped short. Sierra caught herself before she bumped into him—again. But when she looked up, her breath caught in her chest.

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.

Chapter 11 – The Intense Night The car arrived exactly at nine Black, silent, waiting at the corner of Noah’s street like it already knew he would come Noah stood by the window of his small apartment for several minutes before moving, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket as his mind replayed the last week over and over again The classroom The questions The subtle smiles The way Professor Elliott could turn a simple lecture into a private conversation in a room full of people Noah exhaled slowly He grabbed his jacket and stepped outside

“Not there. Under.” The command was so absurd, so degrading, that a hot flush of humiliation burned her cheeks. Under his desk? She stared at the dim, cramped space, a cave of shadows and dust bunnies. Her eyes flicked to the wall of windows lining the classroom, the twilight sky beyond them darkening to indigo. She could see the reflection of the empty rows of seats. “Professor, I…” “Now, Elara.”

Only then did she realize the entire class was looking at her. A faint flush crept onto her face as she sat up straighter. Clauss shook his head before returning to the front of the room. "Any questions?" The classroom remained silent. "Good. Then class is dismissed." Students immediately began gathering their belongings and filing out of the room. Conversations filled the air as chairs scraped across the floor. "Elena Hayes." Elena froze. Clauss looked directly at her. "Stay behind for a moment." The last of the students filed out, leaving Elena alone in the classroom with her professor.

The classroom fell silent the moment the door opened. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Eli. He stood at the front of the class with one hand inside his pocket. He looked calm, like he belonged there. What does he want? He slowly looked around the room. His eyes landed on me. For a split second, a faint smile crossed his face. Not a friendly smile. More like he already knew something I didn’t. A cold chill ran through me. Behind me, I heard a chair scrape against the floor. I didn’t need to turn around. I already knew who it was.