((Hey, I'm listening to the School of Rock soundtrack, but I'm listening to "Heal me, I'm Heartsick" by No Vacancy…is that betrayal to SOR? Oh no, I better change it to…"School of Rock" by School of Rock lol Written by Zack Mooneyham swoons then again I have a soft spot for the bad boy drummer, Freddy too…hmm…how can you just choose Zack or Freddy, Come on! Ok, I'm rambling, so, please review, I love to hear from you- if it's good or bad, just review! Thanks! P.S this does contain slash, just a heads up, now I better rate this PG-13 just in case, it's slash/angst…btw, it's in Freddy's point of view))

I walked into my room and turned on my stereo, and The Clash filled my room. I flopped onto my bed when I heard the ring of the telephone, "Talk to me."

"Hey it's Zack." whispered a terrified voice.

"Is it going on again?" I asked, my face twisted into a look of concern.

"Yeah, can I come over?" he whispered.

"Of course, come right over." I said and hung up. I sighed and stood up, Zack's father beat him and I told him to call him whenever it happened and he could come over, seeing as he lived five houses down. I shook my head, why did Mr. Mooneyham have to be like this? Zack was a good kid; he just had different dreams than his father did. See, his father wants him to go to Harvard and become a lawyer. When Zack told him he wanted to be a musician, his dad flipped and Zack came to school with a black eye and a big lip. He told people he got in a fist fight with his cousin. Finally, the third time it happened, he broke down and told me, but made me promise not to tell anyone. That was back in sixth grade. We are in tenth grade now and let's just say Zack spends a lot of time at my house.

I heard the door bell ring and ran downstairs to let Zack in. My mom was there before me, "Why hello Zack, Freddy didn't tell me you were coming over, not that we don't want you here, of course." She said smiling kindly, "Oh dear, what happened to your face?" she asked and I heard him answer, "I walked into a door."

"Well, I hope you are ok." She said and Zack walked in, I winced when I saw his face, there was a big bruise on his cheek.

"Yes, I am, thanks Mrs. Jones." He said as he and I ran up to my room. After, I shut the door behind us, I gave him a sympathetic look, "You ok?" I asked running a finger lightly across the bruise. He winced slightly and nodded, although I saw tears in his eyes. He sat on my bed and sighed.

"What was it, this time?" I asked.

"…I broke a cup…" he said, looking at his feet. I felt anger rise in my chest, what kind of parent punches his son for breaking a cup? Boy, if my dad did that every time I broke something I'd look like a frigin' raisin. His hands were still shaking.

"It's ok," I said sitting down next to him, putting my arm around him, "I'm here now, you don't have to worry, you can spend the night, if you want so, you don't have to go home until after school tomorrow."

"No, my mom said be back at seven, my dad doesn't even know I left, my mom said she'd tell him, after he cooled down…thanks anyway though."

We spent the rest of the time listening to CD's, and talking about girls, I mean, come on, what else do a pair of fifteen year old boys do? We had fun until 6:57 rolled around and Zack had to go, I watched him get on his bike with shaking hands, "See ya, and thanks Spazz." He said and rode home.

"Fredrick Jones, get out of bed, you're going to be late for school!" my mom yelled at me.

I groaned and stumbled out of bed. I put on an AC/DC shirt, black pants and quickly spiked my hair. I threw on my black Converse and bolted out the door. I hopped on my skateboard and hurried into school as fast as I could.

As I walked into homeroom, I heard Summer Hathaway mutter, "Late again, Freddy," disapprovingly.

"Freddy, that's a detention." Mrs. Martin said as I took my regular seat next to Zack.

"God, the third week, of school and you've had five detentions, what are we going to do with you Spazzy?" Zack said to me, smirking.

"Shut it," I said and knew Zack knew I was joking.

We walked into fist period, (math, ugh!) and found seats with Katie and Marta. Immediately they were like, "Oh my gosh! Zack, what happened to your face?"

He hesitated, after five years he was running out of excuses, "I…I…"

"Well," I interrupted, "Me and Zack were horsing around and I…er…accidentally kicked him…in the eye." I said trying to sound convincing. I guess it worked because, Katie slapped my arm, "Smooth one, Spazz" she said.

"Right…"Zack said, "It was Freddy." and flashed me a thankful look when Marta and Katie's attention was on their teacher. After detention, I skated home…Ah, the weekend, free at last!

((Well, please review! And yes, I know that slash hasn't happened yet…but it will…soon! I promise! And I also know, this was a really short chapter, I promise longer chapters! Please review!))