Class Elite

Edward Chevallior Academy.

A school for the wealthy, the one percent, the crème de la crème.

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Athena's head shot up from the sudden sound of a slam and vibration from where her head laid rest, a pair of broad shoulders landing two hands on the glass table.

Her eyes widened at the sight of Eros Don Milanesi towering over her. His face tensely flexed in irritation, sharp grey eyes giving her a dark look, and lips formed in a deep scowl.

Despite their illustrious reign over the school, Athena had made it a point to stay clear of the Class E Scions. Without even a lift of a finger, they had the world at their feet. They were something too intimidating and other-worldly for Athena to even want to learn or hear about.

The four heirs never acknowledged anyone besides their private circle nor rarely even made a public sighting, yet Athena was at a complete loss as she struggled to comprehend being right in between the shoulders of the formidable and notoriously cold crowned king of the Academy.

And what she might've done to see him so irritated.

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