Bubbles P.O.V.

Today was Monday and we were walking towards the table with the three brothers were sitting.

"Well hello blondie." The red head leered at me.

I blushed and Butch glared at him.

The blonde one stood up and offered me his hand with a smirk, "I'm Boomer. And you are drop dead sexy."

I scoffed and pushed his hand away, "Whatever."

Mitch gave me a look that just screamed, 'Be nice!'.

I forced a smile, that turned genuine when Butch came up to hug me.

"Hey Butch!" I greeted and I heard the groans his brothers made.

"How come you get all the hot ones?" Boomer complained.

I ignored him, "Who here can sing?"

They looked surprised, before they laughed.

I scowled at them, "I'm serious! We're going on tour, and our manager said we need a bad boy!"

They looked surprised again and asked me at the same time, "Who would we be singing with?"

I sighed, "Robin does key board, Tyler plays guitar, Buttercup does drums, Mitch plays bass, and I sing."

Their faces lit up and the red head, who had to be Brick, asked me, "Are you guys any good?"

I thought about it, "We could play for y'all after school, if you promise to each sing a song if you think we're any good."

I held out my hand and they all shook it reluctantly.

I beamed, "We'll see y'all after school."

Mitch seemed irritated as we walked back to our table.

I gasped, ashamed, "Oh my gosh! Mitch I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do all the talking! Your the leader, you should of told them! I am so sorry!"

He held up a hand to silence me, "Its not that. I'm glad you told them. Its just... Ben called you 'The Face'. The Face of the band usually gets exploited as the sex appeal. I want you to promise you won't let them dress you in skimpy outfits."

I laughed at the intensity in his voice, "Mitch I would never dress like anything I'm not. I promise."

He seemed to feel better but Buttercup seemed conflicted.

"Am I really that intimidating?" She asked.

I groaned, "Can we please not focus on our labels? We know who we are and I don't know about y'all, but I'm not about to let some uncaring music man tell me otherwise."

"Says the face." Robin teased.

I giggled, "I'm not really sure that's a positive thing."

Tyler sighed, "It really isn't. Have you guys seen The Runaways?"

I nodded along with everyone else.

Tyler continued, "Dakota Fanning played thier face, and she was labeled sex kitten. Let me remind you, Bubbles, as the youngest in our group, you are bonified Jail Bait."

I huffed, "I'm only like a few years younger then y'all."

"But we're all eighteen." Mitch argued.

I crossed my arms, "I am not Jail Bait."

Robin grinned, "Sweet sixteen, never been kissed, cute... am I missing anything?"

I growled in the back of my throat and Buttercup laughed, "Whoa there, sex kitten."

I punched her in the arm and Robin giggled, "Kitty got claws."

Everyone laughed while I glared daggers at them.

I tried to change the subject, "What song should we do?"

"We shouldn't perform a song we wrote, because I said so." Mitch told us.

"Oh! Can we please do Already Gone?!" I pleaded, jumping up and down.

Mitch thought about it, "The song does have a wide vocal range that might impress them, and the music is easy enough... alright."

I squealed and Buttercup pushed my shoulder down to keep me from bouncing around.

"Chill! You need to get to class, before Dr. Brittain spazzes out on you. She's in a mood." Robin warned.

I groaned, "Freakin' perfect. I'll see you guys later!"

I started fast walking out the door and eventually made it to the building where Music was taught. I didn't actually make it inside.

"Hey there Bubbles." A terrible voice whispered in my ear, making my name sound like a dirty word.

"Mike, what are you doing here?" I demanded in a terrified whisper.

He brushed my hair behind my ear, "I just wanted to say hello. You could be at least a little friendly, Bubbles."

I slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me!"

He grinned, "Fiesty. That's okay, I like it rough."

I shuddered, "Just leave me alone! What did I ever do to you?!"

He moved close enough to kiss and I tried to jump back, but he pulled me against him as he hissed, "I wanted nothing more than you. From the first day I met you, I wanted you to be mine. You ignored all of my advances, rejected all of my attempts to flirt with you, and when I finally forget about you and your loser friends, you give me the time of day."

I smiled, bitterly, "Then I must have some pretty good taste, and, for your information, I was only doing that for Mitch. You were his best friend."

He rolled his eyes, "I hated that fucking bastard."

I broke away from him and slapped him as hard as I possibly could, "Don't you ever talk that way about him. He is one of the nicest, trusting people I know. It's bad enough you screwed him over, but you have absolutely no right to insult him. If I ever here you talk that way about him again, I will find a way to kill you. And don't make the mistake of thinking this is an empty threat, because you would be sadly, and fatally wrong."

He looked at me blankly before a look of sick amusement came on to his face, "You love Mitch. Oh my fucking god! This is almost sad! He's gay, you dumbass!"

I stared at him, confused, "Of coarse I love Mitch. I love Tyler, Robin, and Buttercup, too. I used to love you, but you turned into a monster. And who cares if Mitch is gay or not?"

He laughed, "You really are innocent. But don't worry, I'm planning on changing that. Have a nice day!"

He walked off and I felt shaky and unstable as I walked into the classroom.

"You are late, Ms. Utonium. I'm going to have to send you to the principal's office." Dr. Brittain said sternly.

I scowled at her, "Thank you so much for making my day even better, you bipolar brat!"

The class gaped at me and Dr. Brittain gasped, "You have detention for the week starting today! Mrs. Hans will see you after school, or you will be suspended!"

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can I go now?"

She pointed to the door and shreiked, "OUT!"

I gave her a mock salute, "Gladly. I hope you have fun taking out your PMS on your students, ta ta!"

I waltzed out of the room with the class cheering my name, and I cold of swore I saw phones recording the exchange.

Great, I could see it now, 'Teacher gets told by good girl.' all over the internet.

I went to the principal's office. "Hi, Dr. Brittain told me to come get a detention slip for a week starting today, with Mrs. Hans after school."

Mr. Smith seemed shocked, but he filled out the paper and handed it to me silently.

"Thank you!" I called walking out the door.

I sighed, looking back... I could of handled my anger better. Maybe.