Rampage Kirk's POV"Bro, can you put off my socks? I can't---ugh, I can't reach them." I groaned lazily. I lifted my feet a little and tried to reach them, but I can't. My hand can't reach them and my back, oh, it hurts. 

Vaspe Calypso's POV "Dammit." I cursed and puff the smoke. I'm smoking as I take a leak in the men's restroom. No one's around. It's still class hours. And I'm so fucking pissed. "Dammit." I cursed again and took the paper out of my ear. I opened it.

Third Person's View  "C-Cakeu! Y-You're being too rough! Aaaaah! It hurts! Please be gentle!" Agape moaned as she keeps on reaching her toes with Kirk behind her, pushing her. Her moaned gathered everyone's attention. They are now the talk of the town. And everyone who can see the both of them keeps buzzing onto each other to another. Endless whispers and heightening issues about them.

"So overall, we will make each grade do whatever the booths they want. It will also be an open-gate as usual and let other students join with us. But only those who wear their uniforms. Don't let civilians have an access for safety. Rossweisse, you're in charge of taking photographs. Katerina, the clothes of our muse and escort. Phoenix, the forms. But first, ask for the lists of sports. Grade 12 should win so that Agape and Rampage will represent our school this coming Grand Duel of Schools." The President articulated to us.  

Agape's POV "Uhhm, Law, thank you for the dinner." "Don't mind it, Baby. I hope you had fun because I do. Really." He grinned before giving me a cute wink. I chuckled softly.