Class C: Civil War

"Kukuku. As I thought, this school is more than it lets on."
The magenta haired boy suddenly punched his desk to punctuate his sentence the addressed the rest of the class.
"Listen, you bunch of small-fries. You'll all work for me and I will bring you to the heights of the school. With me at the head we will reach Class A. This is non-negotiable by the way."

Of course, every one of the rowdy students raised from their seats and started cursing in the direction of the idiot that raised this discussion.

Hah... This is going to be a pain, isn't it?