I’ll never admit it to Court, but I don’t know which boy is which. All four guys are over six feet tall, well built and muscular. GAA doesn’t indulge in the classic high school sports so there’s no football or basketball teams. Instead, the guys do lacrosse, rowing and fencing, and The Elite dominate in all three. Clay is the captain of the rowing team, Evan fencing and Sebastian lacrosse. They also hold the top four spots on the class list and have done since they started.

Now that I think about it, I suppose it makes sense that they became Elites so early on. Top of their class, captains of all the sports teams, good-looking, and of course, outrageously rich. Individually, perhaps they could have been toppled. Together, they’re an unstoppable force.

“God, can you imagine getting one of them as your boyfriend?” Court says dreamily.

“No,” I laugh. “They don’t have girlfriends, they have bunnies who drop their panties the moment one of them clicks their fingers.”

“Maybe if they met the right girl”

“Jesus, Court, get a grip,” I snap. “Please don’t get dragged into their web; they’d pass you around and then discard you. That’s not what you want, is it?”

“I suppose not, although I bet it’d be fun,” she sighs. “They’re just so pretty.”

Laughing, I shake my head and then pull her away, dragging her past The Elite and into the school.

2

SEBASTIAN

“Fly away, little bird,” I mutter quietly as I watch her drag her friend across the parking lot and into the school building. Despite the dirty sneakers and messy braid, my little bird is just as beautiful as always. I noticed her the moment she walked through the doors the first day of term last year. So pretty, so sweet, so innocent.

I thought about taking her right then and there, separating her from her friend and making her mine for the whole school to see. But I didn’t. I’m an Elite, I have a certain reputation to uphold, a legacy to protect, and there’s no way I could risk it all by touching a freshman.

GAA has been providing an education to the youth of North Acres for over a hundred years. According to the records, there’s been Elites here since the very start and the tradition will continue long after we leave. With The Elite legacy comes rules, and one of those is that even we don’t get to mess with the freshmen.

Everyone who enters these hallowed halls has a year to show the rest of the school who they are. A whole year to sink or swim. Those who swim survive, those who sink do not, but everyone gets their year.

Me and my friends are an exception. We didn’t just swim after our arrival at the school, we soared, and The Elite at the time saw that. It pissed off a lot of people when Clay, Evan, Hunter and I were named as Elites at the end of our freshmen year. When we beat down anyone who thought to question our status, it soon became common knowledge to everyone that we are the kings of this school until the day we leave.