Classroom Of The Elite Volume 5 Novels & Stories

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

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.

I feel anger arose in me again, “Just shut your hole and stop lying!” “Language!” Ms. Dave hisses. “This is not acceptable. Both of you, in my office, now!” She escorts both of us into her office and closes the door behind her to block away curious gazes. Then she comes around the desk and sits down behind it, “I don’t care what you have to say. But this is an elite school for elite students. We do not indulge nails fight and hair pulling—” “Not all elites,” Katherine snorts lowly. “Definitely not her.”

I'm not going to lie, telling him all of my current drama is fun. "Really?" The man perks up and is on the edge of his seat. I turn to him with a gleeful grin. I have mentioned Jake to Dr. Khumalo, and he has his own opinions about the man. "Yeah, it's crazy. In the middle of my lesson, there was this huge commotion. I mean, it was loud. Naturally, I wanted to know what was going on. I tell the class that we will take a good seven-minute break as I go out to investigate. Trust me, nothing would have prepared me when I open the door. The moment I do, about three or four policemen begin storming down the hallway,"

I say humbly. “Noah’s having his extra lesson at the moment, but if you come in, I’ll give you his bag.” I follow her into the empty classroom, which smells of wood and paint and Play-Doh. The assistant teacher, Ellen, is tidying away some plastic counters and she beams up at me. Ellen has a high-salaried husband in banking and is a great fan of five-star hotels. She reads the magazine every month and is always questioning me about the latest spa treatments and whether Dubai is over.

"The heck he needs it. He's always been a freak. I sat next to him for three years, and he'd nap in class every day, scribble on tests, and somehow end up as the top student in the entire grade." "Really?" "What are you guys discussing? Sounds intriguing. Mind if I join the conversation?" Jadie entered the classroom, holding a book. The once lively atmosphere took an abrupt downturn. Madelyn replied, "We were just talking about our assignments. What brings you here early?" Jadie settled into a seat beside Madelyn and clarified, "They're using our classroom for a movie scene. I picked up your backpack. Please check if anything's missing." Madelyn accepted it gratefully and said, "Thanks, Jadi

“You should’ve seen the girls. Idiots.” I shrug, ignoring the spike of irritation. “You can’t blame them. I mean, look at hi—” “You guys are the idiots,” she cuts in. “Not the girls. How do you expect to keep your relationship a secret when you’re practically undressing each other in front of the whole class?” I huff, blowing my hair out of my face. “One more week, and we won’t see a single student for five whole months.” “Right. Except for the three girls who already secured internships at Jace’s company,” she says, unimpressed.

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.

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

“I only know cursive.” She laughed—a small sound that didn’t try to get attention—and pressed her forehead briefly to his jaw. Just there. Just once. Somewhere behind them, Genevieve fanned herself with a cocktail napkin and muttered to Ruth, “Lord, if this ain’t a Hulu limited series.” “Girl, hush,” Ruth said, crying and smiling. By the last song, even the developer had stopped pretending he wasn’t moved. He and Mann stood near the meter and watched the numbers behave like citizens. “They’re going to win this block,” the developer said, not sadly.