AN: Hello Everyone. Basically, the vision for this story is that out of all the bad members, Freddy, Zack, and Summer have grown up in a very rich, snobbish society. They rely on each other to survive these long boring parties thrown by adults, but then Zack and Freddy both turn out to have feelings for poor Summer! So it's the two guys, one girl sort of riff, but give it a chance, will ya? I haven't thought up a proper title yet, and will probably be doing a bunch of editing, so check out the first chapter a few more times before the second one. It will be enhanced a couple more times. Thank you! Grazi. Grazi.

Disclaimer: I don't own School of Rock or any musical references mentioned in School of Rock.

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Drama King and Queen of Horace Green High

By Cellar Door Rock

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The walls were painted gold, the curtains draping a silver moon with luxury to its abnormally large windows. The estate was worth millions, the architect a famous one. This family had spared no liabilities, which was embellished by the large original Picasso paintings, antique furniture, and professional design of the house. Crystal candles, expensive wine glasses, disgustingly rich champagne, servants holding out silver plates in one hand, and offering fine shrimp puffs and other various delicacies to the guests, whom were among at least around three hundred- not that the spacious house couldn't hold them.

Everyone was dressed up in designer gowns and Armani suits, talking of the latest stock decreases and the "club". Other than the main latter of the guests who were snobbish adults with more money than they knew what to do with, there were those that were reaching the near ending of their adolescence.

Teenagers. But these weren't ordinary teenagers. They were the ones who went to the finest schools, usually not because of their great progress throughout school, but because their parents had donated a new library or branch. They were children who were used to show off to their business associates and friends. Expected to be, not in friendship with their peers, but competition. To hang out in the same social groups as their parents' friends' children and no one else; companions would be approved due to their last names, not personalities.

This was the world that Summer Hathaway, Zack Mooneyham, and Freddy Jones had to grow in to from childbirth. The only way to maintain sanity in this exceedingly boring surrounding was light, teasing conversation. And so, the night began as she smiled at him, the two dark-haired companions exchanging glances, standing a respectable distance across from each other, greeting with polite hellos in the midst of their parents

She had flittering chocolate irises, never settling on him exactly, looking all around when there was nothing much to look at. He, however, fixed his gaze on her. It was all the things they were used to. As Summer referred to it, large parties usually for a charity, held by some society active, crazily rich and successful household who were associated with their parents. In this case, it was the Jones', and they never let pass an opportunity to go all out, forgetting the expenses all together. Both of them held a light glass of some beverage, obviously not alcoholic, but fancy and expensive and sparkling, nonetheless. They nodded in familiarity at each other, nothing more. Then, she smiled.

"Don't be late to band practice this Friday, Mooneyham. You're making a habit of it lately."

She wrinkled her nose in disapproval and a hint of bossiness made its presence known, but in truth, a friendly air was set among the two.

"Or what? You'll give me a couple of demerits? And what exactly would I have to do to obtain one of Ms. Hathaway's precious gold stars?" He answered with a crooked smile, recollecting a time when those were all she seemingly cared about, before the whole School of Rock thing.

Zack's Pov:

God you've changed. From a preppy know it all teachers pet into one of my best friends. But somehow, I feel a little different every time I'm around you. My heart speeds up, and I want to be around you and avoid you at the same time. I like you. I've liked you since I was ten. Can't you see that? Why can't I tell you? I try. All of my songs that I wrote? They're for you. Just listen to the lyrics closer. I wrote them for you.

End Pov

She rolled her eyes at his attempt to make a witty remark, and once again a small, involuntary smile crawled up to her face, that she just couldn't stop.

Summer's Pov

Why can't I stop smiling when he's around? What am I doing? I feel like a fool, even in this great, fancy dress and my hair all done up.

End Pov

The two scanned the crowd, looking for their third. Freddy Jones was expected to greet all of the guests; much to his dismay, for it was after all, where he lived, again, much to his dismay. Therefore, he wasn't there with them, sadly.

An orchestra that rivaled the philharmonic in size played the dreaded classical music in the background. Zack dared Summer to go up to them and request "Sweet Child O' Mine." She responded by mocking an appalled expression, imitating what she thought the adults might say.

"Oh dear! This just won't do! What is this awful Guns N' Roses? Obviously, they should play some AC/DC! This however, is quite unpleasant. AC/DC triumphs over Guns N' Roses! Now let us have a heated debate as we sip some champagne and compare how rich we both are!" She stated animatedly, and then wrinkled her nose for snooty effect, which in turn, Zack let out a quiet snicker and she laughed.

Zack's Pov

I love when you act this way. You stop being that tightly wound band manager and start being so..free. It makes me happy that I'm one of the few people you can joke around with.

End Pov

By will, this was the last place in the world they each wanted to be; Right before Hell and then a Britney Spears concert. And they were ashamed to call themselves "sticking it to the man." Heck, a few more years like this and they could make an ugly transformation into the man themselves. Stupid rich society and parental expectations!

The two conversed about things like the latest CD each one of them got or the weather, randomly glancing over to their poor friend, as he looked absolutely bored with this daughter of a potential client of his fathers' they were trying to set him up with. She didn't look very pleasant or very nice, a long hooked nose, at all as she babbled on and on, thinking oh he likes me. Summer snorted and Zack just sent a sympathetic look to his best friend, and then went back to their "conversation" of so few words.

And then Freddy came over, breaking himself away from the noxious woman.

"Hey guys. I managed to run away from the monster, formerly known as 'Linda Beringsmith,'" He said the name with disgust. "Awful woman. She's even more boring than you, Hathaway!" Freddy teased, not really meaning it. He knew that Summer was one of the most interesting people he'd ever be lucky to meet, and didn't doubt it.

"I resent that! I find myself to be a witty conversationalist!"

"Of course you are," dismissed Freddy, " But that Linda," He started shaking his head in disapproval and tsked. " I'd rather chop off my hand and feed it to the eels than talking to Linda Beringsmith.." He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The lack of interest in Linda caused Summer to smile, although she didn't know why.

" There you go ladies and gentlemen, the drama king of Horace Green."

"If I'm the king, then you're the queen, Miss Oh No I Got an A Minus Quick Get Me a Knife!"

"Ha, ha. I'm sorry, did I say king? I meant jester..or maybe..serf would suit you much better," She smirked with her comeback.

Zack chuckled at their antics, but then Freddy stopped teasing as "Linda Beringsmith" was spotted coming over. In an attempt to "save himself," he automatically wound his arm over Summer's waist, which she responded with a soon to be gasp if quick thinking Freddy hadn't covered her mouth with a hand before letting go.

He whispered into her ear, " Please, Hathaway, I'll be your best friend.."

"You are my best friend" She hissed back. But for how much longer as long as your arms are around me, I have no idea.

"Exactly. And what would best friends be if they weren't there for each other?"

"As much as I agree with that statement, I doubt using me to avoid being taken away by Linda 'Boringsmith'

is.."

She was cut off as Linda ranged in. Freddy hastily whispered, "Thanks I knew you'd understand," and Linda had arrived.

"Who's she!" Linda accused as she pointed with her perfectly manicured finger and looked like KISS hearing they got replaced on their concert tour by NSYNC.

"My girlfriend."

"Girlfriend!" screamed both Linda and Summer at the same time.

"Remember, baby, when you agreed to be my girlfriend just yesterday?" He teased casually, stressing the friend part,

Summer wrinkled her nose at the use of the word baby, which was quite distasteful even if as a joke. But seeing as her friend Freddy Jones needed help, she sighed and played along for his sake, " Yup. That's me. His girlfriend." She was a horrible actress, but Linda had somehow bought it when Freddy tightened his grip on her, and stalked off moodily. Freddy let go after a while, and Summer took in a big intake of air that she had been deprived of, before glaring at him.

All the while, Zack had watched the entire thing, even though he knew that Freddy had done so to save himself, jealousy had quietly risen up inside himself. The fact that Freddy had gotten so close to her and not even liked her in that way...or had he?

AN: Ok, so I gave it a shot. Please review if you want me to update. I wrote this while listening to Mr. Brightside by the Killers, so if you don't like it, blame the musical influence..lol. The only POV missing is Freddy's which will tell you what he was thinking in the next chapter. Don't worry. He's not just a slimeball. He had his reasons! Review to tell me who you'd like Summer to end up with. Danke!