Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite رواية

“Can I take the elevator?” She burst out laughing, leaving me confused. “Oh, honey. Our elevator has been broken for five years. Take the stairs.” I raised an eyebrow. A school like Elite had such living arrangements? Still, it seemed like she was on the verge of a tantrum if I asked another question. So, I nodded and made my way, taking the stairs to the top floor. The journey was less than pleasant. Shirtless men and women lounged in the hallways, some even kissing and borderline having sex. Beer bottles littered the ground, and tissues with unknown substances clung to the walls.

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

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.

There's nothing more dangerous than a man who knows how intelligent and drop-dead gorgeous he is. That's exactly what he was - dangerous. Arriving a tad bit early to class Maya sat in her usual seat with her usual hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookie that Denzel -the barista- had served her again. Her book of choice today was The Reader but only because she had to read it. The assignment was to read the first ten chapters but she was way passed that and already almost done with the whole book. It picked at her curiosity – and almost kept her mind off of Reid.

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said. "Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion. She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'

CELESTINE's P O V ‘‘This is what you get for trying to seduce my man!’’ As soon as we reached the empty classroom, I made a halt and peeked into the door that was slightly ajar, and I was greeted by the obnoxious yelling of a young woman.

Catherine stuffed the last piece of pastry into her mouth, wiped her hands with a tissue, and stood up to head toward the classroom. "Class is about to start. Hurry up." Catherine's concern was greatly appreciated by Ronin. He nodded obediently, quickly tidied up, and assured Catherine, "Don't worry, Catherine. I won't be late." The first class was taught by the most famous professor in the university, Marshall Hartley. The EIE department students were eagerly waiting for Professor Hartley's class. When Catherine entered the classroom, it was already full of people. Her presence immediately caught everyone's attention. Her arrogant yet beautiful face was truly eye-catching. Coupled with the

Chapter Four: The Boy From the Past Elara’s POV I hated being late. Mira and I stood just outside the classroom door, our hearts thumping fast. We could hear the professor already talking. I looked at her. She looked at me. “Are you ready?” she whispered. “No,” I muttered, holding my books tighter, “but let’s just do it.” We quietly pushed the door open. The classroom was packed—every seat taken. Heads turned. The professor frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing behind round glasses.

I can’t help but send a quick message to him before I throw my phone in my bag. -Norali: Prick. I hear it vibrate, but I ignore it. And then I hear it again, and I ignore it again. My eyes stay glued on my book, and I try my hardest not to look at the front of the class. My skin almost burns off me, but still, I keep my eyes cast downwards. I know my swearing will have hit a nerve with him. He hates it when I swear. "Class dismissed. Everybody, leave," Jace announces after another 15 minutes where I can’t concentrate. My bag is in my hand a second later, and I bolt out of the classroom without looking at him.

“This is about them.” My silence was answer enough. “You met with them tonight.” Not a question. “They got into your head and talked you into coming home with them.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Too bad. We’re talking about it.” Elora crossed her arms. “What happened in that classroom?” “How did you know it was a classroom?” I turned back to my bag. “The situation is more complicated than you understand.” “Then explain it to me.” “I can’t.”