Classroom Of The Elite: Year 2 Volume 10 Mga Nobela at Kwento

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

The seat next to Kelley remained open. “Good morning, class, and welcome to Senior Year. I’m Mr John Dear. The seats you’ve chosen will be your assigned seats for the rest of the year. Fill in your details on the sheet going around. I’ll also be your teacher contact for this year so don’t hesitate to knock on my door if you need anything.” The class was semi quiet with hushed murmurings as Kelley filled in the sheet. He turned towards Mason and held the paper out to him. Mason regarded him coolly, almost examining him. Mason took the paper and Kelley saw a challenge flash in his eyes before he turned away.

"What?" "Stop getting lost, go clean up, we have to go down for breakfast." She conveyed and I rolled my eyes. "And don't forget that you're having class by eleven." She added and the urge to cry choked me. The classes were just extra classes organized by some top-ranking students in the school and by top-ranking, I mean both in money, connection, and in the brain. They call themselves elites and if I gain their favor with my hard work, it's a plus in getting the scholarship.

Elara got up and said, "Yes, I am." The teacher introduced herself, "I'm the head teacher of class 2A, Ms. Notch." Before Katie Notch could finish speaking, Rosalie exclaimed, "Elara! Did your daughter beat up the kids in class 2A as well?"

The only reason I was still here was because we had history class and I couldn't miss any more classes or my father wouldn't be more forgiving. Mr. Renshaw droned on at the front of the room, scribbling something about inter-pack treaties on the smartboard. My brain registered none of it. Not with Brittney curled into Lucas’s side two rows ahead, whispering into his ear like they were already mated. “Who remembers the year of the Eastern Alliance Treaty?” Renshaw’s voice cut through the chatter. “2315,” someone called from the back. “Good. Now—” Brittney giggled again, her fingers tracing the curve of Lucas’s neck. He tried to duck subtly but she latched onto him again this time tighter.

“I mean, he sleeps with them like it’s a hobby. And it’s annoying really.” “Wow.” “Let’s go to business class,” I said, rising to my feet with a stretch.. She nodded, and we both headed out together. *** In the private hall, Elena bent over and whispered, “Why aren’t all our classmates here?” “This is for the top ten wealthiest students,” I whispered back. Just then, Lucien and Kade walked in. I immediately grabbed my phone and checked my reflection on the screen—lip gloss still intact and my hair still perfect.

Like Gian used to be… Gian again. Always Gian. After making the coffee, she sat down beside him. “By the way, what’s your course?” she asked. “Electrical Engineering. You?” Wow, a future engineer. She was impressed. “Education. A future teacher. But if things don’t work out, maybe I’ll just be your future instead,” she teased with a playful laugh. Let’s see if Gian thinks he’s the only one who can flirt. “You’re kinda flirty with that line, girl,” Klenth said, imitating a gay voice.

Eliana's POV After leaving the hotel, I headed straight back home to change my clothes. Professor Matthews’ class was supposed to hold by eleven and that was just twenty minutes away. I'd suggested adjusting the time of the class to him before we left the hotel but he declined, saying it was too late to do so. My hand subconsciously wandered to my lips and I remembered the passionate kiss he'd given me before we finally left the hotel. I went out first and as I passed by the large lobby, the nosy receptionist looked up immediately, ignoring the people she was supposed to be attending to just so she could judge me with her eyes.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if