Your POV

It’s been ten days in this school and I always want to seriously hurt the 13 most popular guys.

Why?

It’s all because of Taemin and Kai following me around and wherever they go their other friends follow.

i’m the freaking talk of the school… So much for wanting to be invisible.

Well at least I’m still able to slip away from them to practice.

Today the queenkas are waiting for me when you arrive at school. I start to walk past them to only to have them pull me back by my wrist.

Taking in a deep breathe I calm myself and turn to them, but still end up yelling, “Ya! Let go of me!”

“No, we need to talk to you about leaving Exo alone.”

“Exo…? You mean the 13 guys that are always following me?”

“12 of them, yes. Taemin is the last person of Shinee to be in the school.”

I look at them still confused but I simply roll my eyes, “What’s up with these names?”

“It’s just what they call themselves. No one truly knows why?”

“At least I understood Super Junior and Beast. Even Block B and BAP I understand but Shinee and Exo really,” I mumble under my breathe. Looking up I noticed they didn’t hear me, “Whatever if you have a problem with me being with them then tell them and maybe I can have some peace and quiet since I came to this school.”

I push past the queenkas and walk into the school building to my first hour class. When I reach it, I go to my seat by the window. I open my notebook I’ve been drawing in. Opening to a clean page, I start to draw a picture of my mother the same one that is in my locket around my neck. I start to shade around the drawing adding more texture and life to the drawing. Once my mother is drawn, I realize my teacher is glaring at me.

“Miss. Hwa Young, would you like to explain to the class what the answer is to this problem?”

He points to a problem on the board that takes up half of the board. To the untrained eye it looks like it has random symbols spread through it, but to me it was almost like looking back at an elementary school problem. For the most part, I look at the math problem, and quickly get to work finishing it faster than most people would.

Stepping back, I look over my work, and in having faith in it I turn around to see that my class is filled with awe and disgusted looks.

I look down and push up my blocky nerd glasses glad I wore them today for they are hiding my blush. In addition, that I didn’t have to try and look through my hair or keep my head facing the ground. I didn’t wear makeup not that I have to begin with.

Glad that everyone stops looking at me, I race to my seat, and start to draw in my notebook again. Only looking up if my name is called.

As class started to end, everyone gets up, and leaves class as if it was a fire drill. I look down, pick up my things, and slip them into my school bag glad the day had one class down and only seven more to go.

I walk out of the room to hear someone call out, “Brain!”

I keep walking only to hear it called again and someone grabs my arm and squeezes it tight. I wince in pain, but to what I usually get from my stepsisters its nothing. I turn around to see one of the queenkas holding onto my arm.

“What do you think you were doing in class? You made us look like idiots, Brain.”

Before you can answer someone does for you, “That’s because you are idiots. Now let her go.”

“Tao-oppa… Kris-oppa…. Chanyeol-oppa”

I turn around to see 3 of the Exo guys standing behind me.

I look at them and then the girls sighing I turn around and walk to my English class.

“Brain, don’t think this is over,” 1 of the queenkas shouted.

I simply laugh at them and how they are more like children than anyone at my old school in trying in protect what they believe belongs to them.

Before I reach English the 3 guys from before run up to me and stand in front of me.

“Hey, are you ok?” a curly haired 1 asks.

A guy who’s taller than the other 2 with ashy blonde hair flipped up in front, “Chanyeol don’t be an idiot. Sorry, Hwa Young that we intervened but those girls are out of line trying to beat down anyone they see as a threat.”

The other guy sighs, “Kris you know,” Kris and Chanyeol slap their hands over the last guys mouth who must be Tao.

“Look if you ever need help just call 1 of us,” Kris hands me a sheet of paper with 13 numbers on it each one with a name and he was nice enough to put a picture of the person next to it.

I smile up at them, “Thanks I will. Sorry but I have to get to class.”

The 3 of them grab me and drag me to class and I think it’s weird but I just let them drag me.

In reaching the class, the 3 of them open the door, and push me inside.

“We’re sorry we had to talk to her about something that we missed and we finally found her today. We’re sorry to take up your class time.”

I cuss in Chinese under my breathe surprising 2 of the guys behind me.

Still I thank them and walk to my seat with all the girls and even a few guys sending me death glare.

All I can hear from them is what seems to be my new nickname, “Brain.”