Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 5

It was the hardest place in the pool to hold a rhythm. Naomi looked at Henrik, noting the challenge in the set of his jaw. In her old life, married to Julian, she would have politely absorbed the slight, letting the humiliation pass through her without a word. But Julian and the Sterling estate were an ocean away. Naomi turned her back on Henrik without answering and walked to the edge of lane eight. Her squad of thirty juniors looked miserable. Maya, the terrified twelve-year-old from Naomi’s first day, was shivering in her towel, staring at the choppy water like it was a boiling cauldron.

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.

Five years of humiliation and five years of being less than a person… Had I even been like a human to them? “You two! Check that side!” Voices echoed from the yard. They were closing in. I snapped back to myself and tore down the mountain path as fast as my legs would carry me. Back in the city, I flagged down the first cab I could find and went straight home, to the place Melissa and I once called home. My steps froze when I pushed open the study door, it was filled with monitors, all displaying live feeds of the estate. Every room, every path, and even the stable that I’d slept in for five years, were displaying right in the middle of the screen.

The sudden interruption left a tense silence in its wake, the kind that hinted at brewing chaos. Inside the classroom, five students sat scattered across the room, their attention having been on the Centaur moments before. Four were male, each radiating an aura of strength and quiet intensity, while the fifth was a striking girl with long, shoulder-length pink hair that shimmered under the dim classroom lights. They had been focused, listening intently to the teacher, but now their gazes shifted sharply toward the intruders.

Entering a black car was Sandra. I dismissed what I had seen and concluded that maybe she had just forgotten something. I took the flight of stairs and arrived on the fifth floor. I was already exhausted. I heard the ping of an elevator and watched the student get off with poorly hidden envy. I could have saved myself the trouble if I had a special card that the elites had but that was no use. Mrs Leslie's office was the one at the extreme end of the hall so I would have to walk past not only the elite's classroom but Louis' classroom. It had been more than a week since our odd interaction but the sensations were still very must present.

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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.

I can tell something's up. Eli takes another sip of coffee, using the moment to gather his thoughts and control his expression Eli: sighs softly, deciding to deflect the conversation Listen, I'll tell you if anything... significant happens, okay? gives Nathan a meaningful look For now, let's just focus on getting to class on time, yeah? Nathan nods, grabbing his backpack from the kitchen chair Sounds like a plan, roomie. Let's jet, don't wanna be late for Professor Hartley's lecture. That man loves punctuality more than my grandma loves her knitting circle. chuckles as he slings his bag over his shoulder

"Extra cheese? We can have it delivered to the loading dock." Jennifer let out another peal of laughter, the sound echoing brightly against the heavy velvet walls. The contrast was utterly absurd: three of the most powerful people in Elysium, dressed in thousands of dollars of formal wear and silk ropes, hiding in a private room while a masquerade raged outside, plotting to order greasy takeout.

The silver vintage Mercedes handled the curves of the road with a heavy, smooth power. Inside, it smelled of expensive leather, Evelyn’s French perfume, and the faint, sweet scent of rain misting against the windshield. "An emergency audit on a Saturday!" Evelyn sighed dramatically, settling back into the plush seat. "His father used to pull the exact same stunt whenever the senior partners wanted to show who held the leash. It’s an old boys' club power play, plain and simple." "It comes with the territory, I guess," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the rain-streaked window.