Classroom Of The Elite Y2v6 Novels & Stories

#matesforlife Before class started, I sat down in my TA chair and watched Malcolm prepped for the lecture with a knowing smile that we had just sex on his desk. I couldn't help but giggle to myself because I was the luckiest girl on the planet. Suddenly, his eyes darted over to me, wearing a smirk on his face as if he knew I was watching him the whole time. "Ready to start class, Miss Vargas? " Oh, absolutely Professor Wright." #matesforlife

I told her and smiled. “Whatever it is, Sar… We are here for you… Okay?” Gene said and I nodded while smiling. “Let’s go to class now…” I said to them and Eloise nodded. We shut our lockers and walked towards the classroom. ***** FIVE hours later ***** Zayn’s POV:

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long m

~YULIA I made sure to keep my head down as I entered the first class for today. It was a large lecture hall where the seats were arranged in an ascended order. I sat at the far upper left of the class in the back where I could blend in. I checked my phone to see if there was anything on the academy social media platform and I was somewhat relieved to see that video of the skirmish between Pete and I had disappeared. Maybe Issa had something to do with it, I was not so sure.

Confirm. Sent. I leaned on the railing. Watched the girl dance. The song ended. People clapped. Coins clinked into the case. She bowed, laughing, flushed. I smiled—thin, cold. Enjoy it, sweetheart. Because in seventy-two hours—unless I enter the code again—every screen in the world would see what I saw. Elias is on his knees. Vane is behind him. The study bookshelf in the background. The audio is clear enough to hear every gasp, every plea.

“God forbid if I have a husband like that.” Before starting class, Belinda told her best friend Yena what she had experienced all night until she had a fight with a young man in the parking lot. Hearing her best friend's story during the parking lot scene, Yena disagreed with her best friend's attitude and advised her that if the young man was a lecturer, then her best friend would not be forgiven. As the clock struck 8am, the classroom door opened wide. A young man entered the classroom carrying a laptop bag, a textbook as thick as a dictionary, and a class attendance book.

"And again. And again. Until you learn your lesson." The door unlocked. The eight of them filed out, shoes squeaking slightly on the polished floor. Theo paused at the threshold, still holding the phone. "Great video. I'll edit it tonight. Want me to send you a copy, Professor?" She didn't answer. Couldn't. The door clicked shut. The fluorescent lights hummed their indifferent hum. Haylie Bates remained on the floor of Classroom 4B, leaking, sticky, and utterly undone, while the silence pressed in around her like a held breath waiting to be released.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.