Xander and Jasiri got along pretty well, Jasiri swapped phone numbers with both Xander and Una, so they could keep in touch. If Una could find Kion later maybe they can swap phone numbers too but that's for nothing time. In Civics, Una was listening to the lecture from her teacher writing down notes as she goes.

She zoned in and out of the lecture as the hour passed because she got bored when the teacher started talking about The Bill of Rights. Xander looked over to Una as stared off into one corner of the class. "Bored?" He whispered to her. Una heard him and give him a 'wtf' look. "What gave you that idea, Sherlock?" She asked.

Xander chuckled putting his hands up in defense. The bell rang as Una got with her chair. "Una! Let's go!" Jasiri yelled time her. "I'm coming. Are you coming with Xander?" Una asked her best friend as she walked over to Jasiri as Xander followed behind her. "Yeah, sure. I have Physics to get to." He said. "Cool," Una said as the three walked down the hall.

Xander said his goodbyes to the two girls as they walked down to the F wing for P.E. The P.E. classes here mix all the grades in them. So, freshmen through seniors have gym class together split between four gym teachers. "We're in the same gym class. So, you'll be fine if you stick with me." Jasiri said. "I hate gym class," Una grumbled. Jasiri laughed as her voice squeaked slightly. "It won't be that bad, Una," Jasiri said. "Easy for you to say," Una said.

Jasiri and Una walked down the stairs to the gym. As Una looked up to see who was in her class, she noticed some familiar flaming hair. "Kion!" She squeaked. Kion turned when heard his name. "O-Oh. Hey, Una." Kion said waving to her as she walked up to him. A dark-skinned male stood next to Kion, Una knew it was another council member, Beshte. "Oh, by the way, this is Beshte. He's part of the student council too." Kion said.

Beshte turned to face Una. "Nice to meet you, Una." He said. "You too," Una said back. "It's good to see you again, Jasiri," Beshte said to the black and purple-haired girl. "Same to you, Beshte," Jasiri said. The classes in the gym talked and got to know each other until the gym door slammed open. The gym got quiet, it was so dead silent that you could hear a pin drop.

A punk-looking group of upperclassmen walked in through the door. Una widened her eyes as one looked in Kion's direction. "Well, well, well, if it isn't our young student council president." Kion balled up his fist. "Hello, Janja," Kion said. Jasiri tugged at Una sweater. Una looked at her. "What?" She asked. "That's Janja and his gang. Their not to be messed with." Jasiri said. Una nodded in understanding.

Kion's jacket collar was grabbed by Janja as he was pulled towards Janja. Kion grabbed Janja's arm with his hand and squeezed it slightly. Kion scowled at the senior as Janja grinned evilly at the freshmen then released him, snickering slightly and walked off with his posy behind him. "Kion?" Una called his name but he didn't answer her. Jasiri tapped Una's shoulder. "They used to be old friends, you know." She said. "What?! Really?! What happened?" She asked.

Jasiri shrugged. "Nobody knows. Just one day, Janja snapped, beat the crap out Kion and now...they hate each other." Jasiri said.  Una looked over at Kion, who was staring at the floor with his hands balled into a fist, her eyes softened and looked at him sadly. 'Poor Kion...'