Classroom Of The Elite: Year 2 Volume 10 Novels & Stories

I looked down at the paper on the desk before speaking. “The Elite's gonna be fine,” Cynthia lifted up her head and blinked in confusion. I stared right back into her eyes, waiting for a protest. If we had to work with a school on this project, it certainly had to be Madison's. “Elite's?!” She blotted out in confusion. “Yeah I nodded and dropped my eyes back down to her boobs, I was getting visibly hard and couldn't wait to be done with this so I could pin her down on my desk.

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

“You don’t have to do this alone.” She looked at him. “I know.” Together… They pushed the doors open. The office was frozen in time. Books lined every wall. Awards remained exactly where they had been placed. A leather jacket still hung behind the door. An unfinished cup of coffee rested on the desk. Even the calendar remained open. September. Twenty-six years earlier. Elara slowly walked inside. It didn’t feel abandoned. It felt… Interrupted. As though her father had simply stepped out for a meeting.

Warren said. We walked into the work area, it was messy as hell. “I just had the year sevens in here, they made such a nice mess for you all. Get cracking. I want this space to be all nice and clean for my next year ten class.” This is going to be fun with one working hand, “Yes Sir” I said as Noah groaned, and said “Yes sir.”

I couldn't care less about the junior students who seemed intimidated by my presence. As I turned to walk away, a flier descended from above, obscuring my vision for a moment. I removed it from my face and was about to dismiss it when something caught my eye. The flier featured a picture of me with the six dance boys on one side and a photo of me with the school's six precious gems on the other. The headline was bold and attention-grabbing: 'Ashley Young, the new transferee to Elite, playing around with twelve senior boys at Elite High School. Who will be her next target?'

No way. “Yes!” Brent shouts. “You’ll have to get coffee for everyone, Nora!” “One week,” I say sharply, turning to face Jace. “Three weeks,” Jace counters, his voice calm but his eyes cold. We stare each other down. I narrow my eyes at him. Jace turns to the class, a charming smirk playing across his face—the one nobody can resist. “What do you guys think? Two weeks enough?” “No! A month!” Brent shouts with excitement. I turn to Brent, but Adam jumps up beside him with glee. "The rest of the year!"

You look tired. Elara gave a small nod. “Just peachy.” Thanks for having my back and never would I have thought I'd see Jade quiet down without a fight. Cat smiled, It's nothing.I know her type.I’m used to dealing with her type back in Chicago . Suddenly the room quieted as the teacher walked in. The teacher enters. “Class, we’ve got a new transfer student.” Someone mutters at the front seat, “Two new students back to back? What’s going on this week ?.”

“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.