Author's note:

None of the people mentioned belong to me, due to the fact that they are not products of my imagination.

Every band mentioned has its original set of members even if not every member makes an appearance. I will not tolerate any complaints nor rude comments regarding this topic.

The story, on the other hand, is my own work. Similarities or references to movies, TV-shows and books may occur – again, these don't belong to me.

The Point Of View changes each chapter, while there are three POVs in total: Exo-K, Exo-M and Girls' Generation (Snsd)

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My dreams become my weapon while the wounds I carry become my medals – Lu Han

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Luhan's POV

Kai stood in front of me, his dark eyes narrowed in anger.

"Ya! What exactly are you trying to do?"

Breathe in. Breathe Out. Do not let him provoke you.

"Are you deaf or something?"

Too late.

"Well what do you think I'm trying to accomplish? I'm trying to get past your ugly face without having my eyes etched away."

I roll my eyes and shove past him, our shoulders colliding painfully yet I have no time to waste becoming annoyed over that. Lay and Xiumin trust me with this.

"Baby, you're the first girl to ever resist me. Don't worry though, I'll change your mind."

I clench my hands to fists as I felt my face redden in anger.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I'll make you mine," his voice lowers a little, "Baby."

"Oh, nonononono! I'm a guy, can't you see that with those muddy eyes of yours?"

"What? You're a boy? No way, princess. Wait." He gets closer to me yet again, making me uncomfortable with his proximity. "Did you just call my eyes ugly?"

"Duh."

I turn and head to the desk where the registration forms are laid out. I have to make sure that Xiumin and Lay are with the rest of us and don't end up with one of those Exo-K idiots.

A hand gripping my shoulder with way too much force stops me.

"I don't allow people to insult me, pretty boy. Especially not one of your group."

Oh, so now he recognizes me?

"I see. Explain to me again how I insulted you? Because that was definitely not my intention. I was merely stating a fact."

I only realize that the hallway has gone deathly quiet as the gathered students let out a collective gasp. There was no way Kai could let me go without some kind of payback now.

When I saw his fist flying at me, I finally understood the meaning of being „battle high". The adrenaline in your blood causes the pain of your injuries to lessen and results in a higher pain tolerance. At the same time, it heightens your senses to every change around you, alerting you to attacks and allowing you to counter them almost without thinking.

I guess this is why despite the fact that Kai is stronger and taller and more muscular than me, I manage to give him a black eye and a split lip, as well as some pretty bad bruises that will definitely show for some time.

"Luhan! Kai! What do you think you are doing?! This is the final straw, you two have detention! And Luhan, when the nurse is done with you, the headmaster will be waiting for you!"Through my swollen eyes, I could vaguely make out Kai, who stands there with a malicious grin slowly spreading over his dumb visage. I wish the teacher wasn't there, because then I could punch this stupid expression off of his face and make him regret bad-mouthing my friends and me.

I nod sullenly towards the teacher and get going. Seriously, why the old witch, of all people? All the fairytales you've ever heard about the beautiful young doctor that cares for any student and comforts them in all kinds of ways – believe me, they're all lies.

Our nurse is an age-old woman with greyish white hair, a rude attitude and laziness, and, on top of that, she has more wrinkles – just on her face, mind you – than all the years my friends and I have lived combined. This is the undeniable truth.

Then again, I'm sure that if you close your eyes, she puts on those hygienic white gloves of hers and you think about a warm summer breeze instead of her foul breath, you can simply pretend you're somewhere else altogether.

Anyways, when Kai and I finally make it to the batch's room, we are forcibly reminded that the witch, once she's nodded off, sleeps like one dead. Too bad she always wakes up again.

Kai snorts, and turns on his heel – while ignoring me completely, I might add – and stalks to the back of the already tiny room. He opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out antiseptic to clean and disinfect his lip.

Just when I think he's done and will step aside so I can clean my significantly worse injuries, he grins in that holier-than-thou-fashion that seriously pissed me off since forever and puts the antiseptic on the top shelf. Then he does the one-fingered salute, and sweeps by me, vanishing out the door.

That asshole.

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A little later I stand in front of the headmaster, a man in his mid-forties and a belly like a barrel, letting his spit spray all over me like a gentle spring rain.

Couldn't imagine a better way to spend my Wednesday afternoon, what about you?

"What do you think you are doing! This is the seventh time this year that you were summoned to this office! And you didn't even manage to wipe your face! You look like you got beaten by your pimp!"

Is an invigilator even allowed to talk to a student like this?

Insulted, I frown. I'm not some whore, I'm manly, damnit!

"Headmaster, sir, I really don't think it would be considered appropriate for you to talk to a student like this. So what if I am here the seventh time this year already? It wasn't my fault any of those times, including the argument today. It was Kai's fault entirely. I didn't start it, it wasn't my fault, and if I hadn't defended myself, you would be charged with breach of supervisory duty."

The headmaster starts turning quite an interesting colour. He looks kind of like a high-pressure-pot. At least, I that's what I imagine such a thing would look like if made into human form.

"THIS IS NOT ABOUT KAI! School started a mere month ago – and, I repeat myself, this is THE SEVENTH TIME ALREADY! Whatever kind of problem you have with the rest of the student body, get a grip! The next time you cause trouble, I'll expel you! Two months of daily detention and 20 hours with our psychologist are in order! And now GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

And boom, there he goes exploding. Like a high-pressure-pot.

"To that shrink? I'm not going to let that psycho mind-fuck me! Sir, you cannot make me do that!"

I don't have the time for this kind of shit, no way would I give Exo-K this kind of satisfaction.

Never.

"HOW DARE YOU? Thirty hours and the detention for the rest of the semester! GET OUT!"

Well…maybe I would make time for the shrink. I simply won't tell anybody except my friends, and they wouldn't ever rat anyone out to these Exo-K freaks.

Perfect.

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When I enter the room for detention, it's pretty quiet. Kai apparently has already fallen asleep, and besides us, there's only two other people in here. J-Hope from class C and a pretty annoyed-looking girl. She's one of Taeyeon's friends, right? Her name is…wait…Moony or something. It definitely has some relation to weather.

To be honest, I have no idea why so many people here have strange nicknames. I mean, J-Hope? Are you for real?

With a sigh I flop down on the seat behind Kai. Time for some payback.

Now, I like to think of myself as a fairly reasonable person who doesn't do moronic things without a good reason. But, you see, as so many things in my life, my perception of myself proves to be wrong. Because, as fate would have it, here I sit in detention with several untreated cuts and blue-and-black bruises on my face.

Kai will definitely pay for that. I don't know how, but I will make him suffer for ruining my basically perfect record over his ego.

"May I? Thanks" Without waiting for Moony's answer, I tear a sheet out of her notebook, tear it a few times and put it in my mouth.

The girl looks at me with disgust – if only she knew.

Carefully I rise from my seat and look for all unobscured exits. Over there is an open window and we're on the ground floor. Awesome.

Fast as lightning I spew the paper mash in Kai's oh-so-perfect hair, wait just long enough to see it slowly trickle down the nape of his neck as he wakes with a freaked-out yell, and make my escape out the open window.

Behind me, Cloudy squeaks something sounding like "Eww, disgusting" and I hear Kai's enraged scream.

"Oh my god! DIE, YOU BITCH!"

Yep, a completely normal Wednesday afternoon.