Is There Romance In Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

"I won't cry." Maeve looked at him. "Are you sure?" "..." Everyone laughed again. Even the professor, who had just entered the room, smiled and shook his head. "Alright." "That's enough romance." "We still have class." "And congratulations to our newest couple." The classroom erupted into even louder cheers. Maeve was so embarrassed she wished she could disappear. Meanwhile... At the far end of the classroom... Vanessa sat quietly. Her grip on her pen tightened. So tightly...

I retreated back on my seat, sharing a glance with Stephano who mirrored my expression. We both were caught red handed. “Uh. Sir we were discussing work?” His sentence came out more like a question. “Work? With her face in your neck?” Professor arched an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. I gulped. “Well-" Before I could say anything further he stopped me with his hand in the midair. “I suggest you both try to keep your adult romance at bay in the class or I’ll have to kick you out.” He venomously rasped out in silence. The students were looking at us with an unreadable expression.

Through half of our classes, he doesn't even look at me once which should hurt his neck cause I'm at his side but he's not even looked anywhere else asides from his front view and down view. With each class that ends, and the small breaks in between, everyone is talking about Caramel, Kai and I. This is the most cliche thing I've seen in Aeria high since a teacher dated a student! And that itself has never happened! Do you think they'd fight? The nerd and the cute boy? Besides, why her?

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

“Aiden isn’t a bad boy. He’s just… misunderstood.” “Mm-hm. Still waiting for the steamy part, though,” he teased, wiggling his brows. “Let’s just focus on class, Eli,” I huffed, though I couldn’t hide my smile. “It’s way too early for you to be talking about ‘steamy stuff.’” “Okay, I’ll admit,” Eli said as we left class, looping his arm through mine, “that was actually an interesting lesson.” “That’s because all we talked about were boys,” I teased.

My eyes met with that of Elsa and I smirked. "You have no right to question me, Jemima. You should know more than anyone that our relationship is purely about sex and nothing else. Don't start any drama." I said loudly then pushed my wooden chair back, causing a loud reek as I walked out of the classroom. Max and Jace stood up and followed me out of the class monotonously.

The first one I don't see her as an enemy, the way she looks at me never said she likes me, just because the teacher said I'm brilliant and cute maybe and probably some of their boyfriends are also complimenting me but who cares about their compliment. I think her name is demi like the chemistry teacher called earlier, there are two brilliant girls in this class which Demi and one other girl like that she seems not to care about her. I saw her making out with a girl at the locker room earlier before we start the class, she look gentle but to me, I'm sure she's not, looks can deceive after all. "That will be the end of today's class," The professor said, packed his books and leave. I don't ev

What I want is revenge and not any of this drama. “I should warn you, Miss Imelda is not your regular kind of teacher. She is…….” Riley paused, conflicted at the choice of words to describe her. “Great,” I rolled my eyes, less enthusiastic about going in. "You okay, Elowen?" Riley asked, touching me. "I wish I was," I muttered under my breath, confusing her as I pushed the door open, stepping into the class. The moment I walked into the class, someone shoved me roughly against the wall, a gasp escaping my lips.

Gelo has never made you feel this way, which is reasonable since you never loved him in the first place. but Genesis right in front of you, staring at you like you are an expensive gem to him just made you feel some other type of the way—just a single touch can make your organs explode. Gelo notices your nervousness, so he brings his face close to your neck—his lips biting your skin, which made your bare blossoms hardened. his arms still wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling your bareback. you never felt like this before...is this what you call affection? is this the feeling that you needed?

“I was late to class carrying coffee and dropped everything all over his shoes.” Amanda gasped. “No.” “Yes.” Elena laughed softly. “And instead of getting angry, he apologised to me.” “That’s attractive,” Amanda admitted. “I thought he was insane.” “Fair.” Elena smiled into her wine glass. “He kept showing up after that. Study groups. Coffee. Walks home.” “See?” Amanda said immediately, pointing toward me. “That’s romance.” I rolled my eyes. “Not every relationship needs a movie trailer.” “Yes, it does,” Amanda argued.