I Salute Your Face with my Fist~Chapter 1~Mrs. McThrottle and Mr. Hot

Author's Note: Guess what boys and girls? I have a chance of being diagnosed with something weird. JOY. The lab test result thingies haven't gotton done yet though, so we're waitin. Meanwhile, I have to cope with a creepy looking, and immensly annoying rash that is now just about all over my body. AND IT ITCHES LIKE HELL. Why? Because the stupid doctor gave me an antibiotic to take twice a day that I happened to be allergic to. I stopped takin the meds a couple days ago and yet, THE RASH STILL PERSISTS!!! The mother fuckin medicine isn't outta my sytem yet! GRRRRR!!! AND NOW MY PARENTS ARE ON MY ASS ABOUT "DRINKING MORE FLUIDS"IN ORDER TO"FLUSH" THE ANTIBIOTIC FROM MY SYSTEM. Think about what that means. Drinking A lot = A hell of a lot of peeing. LEMME TELL YA, IF I COULD WRITE AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY....

Begin Story:

The volume was bugging me. IT WAS SET ON 26. 26 is a stupid number, I like 23 so much better. The volume should be set on 23. I tried to get the remote a few times but apparently Alex is siding with the number I happen to hate. I told her it was me or it... and guess who she chose? I feel so un-loved, and she wonders why I don't buy her twinkies.

Pierce was sitting in the beanbag chair secretly laughing at my inner struggle, I was sure of it. So it's funny to see me in pain is it? As if catching my vibe Pierce shook his head and smiled saying, "I'm sorry Music, it's just so damn funny. You should see how much your eye is twitching."

I rolled my apparently "twitchy" eyes and made an attempt to grab the remote again. No such luck. Alex is going on my hitlist as soon as I get to making one. Vendetta! I swear! And you know what? Pierce is still laughing at me, he's going on there too. I looked over to where Clara is just sitting and actually WATCHING the movie. Seriously. She's one of the only people that I knew who actually did that when watching a movie with friends. Of course I didn't know many people, hence I didn't have a lot of people to compare notes with.

Stupid Dillain made sure of that. I hated him. Why is it that I can't seem to go a day without thinking about how much I hate his guts? I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM WITH ALL MY FREAKIN HATE FILLED HEART.

I fell alseep on the couch thinking that and woke up on the couch thinking the exact same thing. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I dreamed it over and over and over again. But hate is a tricky thing.If you can't control it, it will control you.

I got up, someone had carried me up to my room, that someone probably being Pierce. This happened sometimes when they were staying over late. If I fell asleep they just let themselves out knowing that if they woke me up I would likely kill them. You see, I don't hold myself back when I've just woken up, you could call it a temper, I prefer to see it as fiery spirited.I got up and went through the normal routine, thoughI didn't feel entirely normal today, I suppose all that hate through my sleep had gotton some of it out of my system.

My outfit turned out to be really different that what it usually is. My shorts were mid-thigh and light blue denim, displaying lighter colors and more skin than I usually do, my shirt was plain, but a vibrant green, with a slight dip, leaving most of my shoulders bear. I grabbedsome flipflops that seemed to match my shirt enough, along with a purse to match my shorts. I made my eyeliner blue mostly, and smeared some green in the corners (authors note: I do that with myself, it's HAWT) then lipgloss. My hair was natural this morning after my shower, falling down in soft, easy curls. I decided to keep it that way. Looking at myself in the mirror Idid a double take. I looked completely different. I looked... happy. I shook my head, going downstairs where I had the pleasure of seeing my parents in the kitchen.

My family was rather ,well, rich,but only because my parents were work-a-holics. They had always disproved of my choice of style, so when my mom saw me I was sure that her smile would crack her face in half.

"Morning Music," she chirped happily. I could tell she wanted to comment on the outfit, but was holding herself back. I just shook my head and grabbed a breakfast bar. As I stepped out the door I heard her yell, "AND LOVE THE OUTFIT!" As quickly as possible. I sighed, but continued on my way to my car.

I had several babies, one was my iPod, another, my porsh. IT IS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME. My mom got it for me as a sweet 16 present in an attempt to boost my school social status, but of course, it was fruitless thanks to Dillain. He even went as far as to cover it in mud, but nothing too big. I slipped in and saw my mom watching from the window as I slipped on my white Channel sunglasses she had also given me. Whatever, I'll make this a good day for her. I quickly swung by Alex's house and she gave me "the once over" because Alex, unlike me, didn't dressdark, if you didn't know her you could mistake her for a prep. She grinned widely and nodded her head in approval.

As we neared the school I parked the car and got out, it was about now that I realized what a change in wardrobe could do for a girl. As soon as I got out of the car all heads turned towards me. The chick with the hot ride, expensive sunglasses, and nice clothes. All the guys apparently added in sexy appearence, but I didn't know that then. I grapped my purse and started to walk to the door only to get stopped by a few guys asking for my name. I ignored them, just because I looked good to them now wouldn't undo the fact that they had no clue who I was. I then became aware of one particular set of eyes staring at me. Dillain Millar. I took my sunglasses off, casually sliding them in my purse and looking up to meet his steady gaze. I saw his expression then, shock, as he realized who I was. It then turned into a smirk as he started walking towards me and Alex.

"Hmmm... nice change M. Now at least people will be able to stand to look at you."

I narrowed my eyes, but before I could open my mouth Alex interrupted, "Oh they'll be more than just looking, judging by the way YOU were checking her out before you realized who she was."

I laughed at this. Alex always did have a way with words. Wait. Did she just say he was checking me out? Ewwww. I need a shower, I feel dirty and violated, that's disgusting, the little pervert was probably thinking of ways to get into the "new girl's" pants. Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, GROSS!

"Well, I never said the change was... unwelcome," he said purposely sweeping his eyes up and down my body with the sole purpose of repulsing me. Dillain stepped forward so that he was just a centimeter from my face. His mouth brushed against my ear slightly as he whispered, "See you around M." And in front of everyone watching (which WAS the entire school), he smacked my ass. I went to slap him but he was already walking away laughing.