It was about 9 pm and the only noise that could be heard was the whisper of the wind rustling through the trees, 16 year old Summer Hathaway pulled her jacket tighter around her slender frame and began to pick up her pace as she walked down the semi-deserted street. Other than a few cars here and there, it was completely empty. She pushed a strand of dark hair out of her face and wiped her tear-filled eyes, but more and more fell as she reflected on the previous few hours.

*flashback*

 "I love you Zack"

"Yeah…"

"Why don't you ever say you love me? I mean, I don't think you've said it once in the whole 6 months we've been going out!"

"Summer you know I care about you"

"Then say it, say it right now, tell me you love me!"

"Summer I'm not in the mood for this"

"…and you won't talk to me either…Zack, couples are supposed to confide in each other. You can tell me anything, you know that…but it's like pulling teeth to get you to talk to me."

"Fine Summer, if there are so many things you don't like about me, I'll make it easy for you, WE'RE OVER, now get out of my house!"

"But…"

"GO!"

*end of flashback*

So here she was, cold, sad, and alone. She couldn't go home because her parents were having a dinner party, which was why she was at Zack's in the first place, and she didn't feel like explaining what had happened to any of her other friends, so she went to the only other place she could think of, Dewey's old apartment. Both Ned and Dewey had moved out in past years, Ned had bought a house, and Dewey moved into another apartment…one with walls. However, they still kept the old apartment for band practices and the after school program. Finally, she was greeted by the "School of Rock" sign, and she took out her key and went inside. When she stepped inside she could see that the television was on and she could hear the slight murmur of people talking. 'That's strange.' She thought. At first, she was tempted to call 911, but then she saw spiky blonde hair poking out from the top of the couch and she let out the breath she had been holding.

"Freddy?"

Freddy turned around, surprised, and Katie followed his gaze.

"Summer?"

"Katie?!? What are you guys doing here?"

"Shouldn't we be asking you the same question?" Freddy retaliated

"Don't start with me Freddy Jones!"

"Hey, hey, calm down!" Katie intercepted.

"Sorry," Summer's tone softened, "I'm just not having a very good evening."

"What happened?"

Summer sank into the couch next to Katie, tears poured down her face.

"Zack and I had a fight and he broke up with me."

"Why? What happened?" Katie asked, genuinely sympathetic.

Summer took a breath and told Katie the whole story while choking back tears.

Freddy, who seemed to be listening intently, jumped up and started to walk towards the door."

"I'm gonna go talk to Zack, I'll be back in a bit."

Katie nodded and continued to rub Summer's back as she sobbed into her shoulder.