Romans & histoires Nanase Classroom Of The Elite

"No cheap woman can get in here," Arthur clenching his jaw, "except those who look for back roads." I knew something was wrong when everything was going too smoothly. I don't know when the door to Euphorotica's main hall opened, letting in the arrogant, witch-like woman, who came over just to taunt me on the opening day of the academy exam period.

Why don't I enrol myself in some communicating classes? It's declared, Arielle Summers meaning me, is the most awkward girl in the world. I decided to spare a glance at Mr Arnold and I had to double-check because he had the facial expression which you get when you curl your lips upwards. Mr Nicolas freaking Arnold was f*cking smiling. Two cute dimples popped on either side of his face and I found myself admiring them. "Are you smiling?" I can't believe it. He chuckled, his grin still plastered on his face.

Because what he eats is smart, what he eats goes to his brain, not his stomach, but I hope what he watched last night went to his brain and not to his stomach. It’s really good and it’s smart, otherwise I just don’t know. No one knows about kiss and sex alone. We also don’t have a sex education subject! Even my other classmates wanted it. I was called a whore on our campus because I am pretty and I get boys’ attention. “What are you ready for?” I smiled and asked him if we could enter his condo. We weren’t even in bed so I asked right away. “Y-yes.” Stuttering, he said, obviously he couldn’t sit still in bed because he didn’t know what to sit on, but he settled into the Indian seat. I texted

a tall sleek girl said and another stunted girl with diastema said, “You serve such a mighty God.” Nasha smiled at their compliments and pleasantries and waved them off as she entered class. Shortly, the lecture commenced. While the lecture was going on, some of her Coursemates were busy peeking at her and whispering to one another but the lecturer hastily observed their ill behaviors and then addressed them immediately,

Then why are you in school? One thing was on my mind,I had to find one way or another to prove to Michelle that I'm not happy without her,I needed her,tired of playing games but she doesn't see that,she can't let go of just one mistake,I was still thinking when somebody pulled me into a classroom. Oh, Lord,let it not be all these girls. "Baaaaby." I looked at the dark classroom,all the windows were locked obviously, Cassandra also closed the door,if you were outside,you won't know that human beings were in that classroom.

He may seem cold but he is not that cruel anyway. "You look crazy." Nathan commented on my side. We are now heading to the room where we always had our classes with Mister Dawson. The hallway is still packed with students from different department while they are doing a chitchat while looking at the field. I look at Nathan who gave me such remarks before I push him using my shoulder. "Just thinking about things." I commented then walk ahead of him as I entered the room with a big smile. Like the usual, Nicolette and her friends are always early in this class and they are now circling Nicolette who is curling her hair using her fingers.

On top of that, he didn't expect the Elite Class to have a petty side in them. "It wasn't a misunderstanding. It's Cen's fault!" Nicole suddenly stood up and complained using a high-pitched tone which was annoying to hear. In addition to that, she was even screaming very loud. "All right, all right, let's go to class and talk about that later." The teacher massaged his temple as he signaled Nicole to sit down. "But sir—" "Enough." He heaved a sigh and pushed the rim of his glasses using a finger. "Sir please we—"

I can tell something's up. Eli takes another sip of coffee, using the moment to gather his thoughts and control his expression Eli: sighs softly, deciding to deflect the conversation Listen, I'll tell you if anything... significant happens, okay? gives Nathan a meaningful look For now, let's just focus on getting to class on time, yeah? Nathan nods, grabbing his backpack from the kitchen chair Sounds like a plan, roomie. Let's jet, don't wanna be late for Professor Hartley's lecture. That man loves punctuality more than my grandma loves her knitting circle. chuckles as he slings his bag over his shoulder

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.