A/N: Hi there! This is my first School of Rock fanfic and it is set in high school. The band is finished, but everyone's still good friends (despite the fact that Zach, Freddy and Katie have all gone to a different school). So anyway, I'm planning to write more chapters, but I'll only do it if I get reviews, because I don't see any point in writing if no one's going to read it. The first chapter is pretty short, but enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm sitting here eating dry crunchy nut cornflakes because I have no milk. Do you seriously think I own any of this?

$The Wonders of Mormon Marriage

The sliminess and obsequiousness of David Maxwell is unforgivable, in Zach's humble opinion. It's surprising his arms aren't constantly trying to rise into the air and regain their natural place, seeing as how they spend more time stretched above his head than by his side. Zach's lips are pursed when he sees the tiny indication of Maxwell's left pinky that shows he's about to raise his hand, for about the thousandth time today.

"Smug bastard," Zach hissed to the girl at his right, who merely grunted to show her understanding.

"Now we didn't cover this in class, so I'd be extra chuffed if anyone knew it. Who was Prime Minister during the National Government of the 1930s?"

Zach's teeth grind as Maxwell's voice rings out confidently, "Ramsey McDonald, Miss?"

The teacher's face lights up and she beams a smile in his direction, while pointing a look of disdain at the rest of her less-then-enthusiastic students. "You truly are my ray of sunshine amongst clouds, David."

"Ucht! What a smug bastard! How can he live with himself when – " Zach glances to the girl at his right once again, and sighs when he follows her glare. "Katie, what are you doing? They're not going to catch fire, you know, no matter how hard you try." Katie's eyes briefly flicker from the two heads sitting directly in front of them.

"I'm not trying to make them catch fire," she states matter-of-factly, a grim look upon her face. "Not today. Today I am trying to make the Tart fall in love with Maxwell. Maybe then she'll . . . maybe then she won't break my best friend's heart, which is inevitable, my friend! Just you wait and see. Besides," she continued, "I think it's working. She glances at his every so often."

"She's probably just thinking what a smug bastard is."

"Hmmm . . . maybe. But she's also tapping her pencil furiously, which is a sure sign of sexual frustration."

Zach looks at his best friend with wonder and amusement. "Where the hell do you get this stuff from, Kates?"

She shrugs. "I make most of it up."

"The Labour Government of the 50s, wasn't it, Miss?"

Katie hisses as the teacher beams at the suck-up who looks incredibly proud of himself. "What an insufferably smug bastard!"

Katie and Zach glance at each other out of the corner of their eyes, and silently but hysterically crack up with laughter. In Zach's mind, these moments with Katie are rare. She seldom laughs and talks with the abandon and excitement she used to. To an outsider, she may look perfectly fine and happy, but Zach knows that when she slips into her thoughtful moments, it's necessary to keep her occupied in case she never comes back out of them again. "Fancy watching a DVD tonight with me and Freddy?"

"Is the Tart coming?" she asked, hesitantly.

"No. At least I hope not. He didn't say. Freddy!" he whispers, rather loudly too, which, completely beats the point of whispering, the thought flitting through Katie's mind. However, it obviously wasn't loud enough for Freddy's unbreakable reveries, and Zach is forced to whisper again, even louder, if possible. Still no light shining from Freddy.

"Bam-bam!" Katie tries, and when he hears the familiar nickname, he turns around, with an inquisitive look upon his face.

"What?" Again, with the loud whispers. What is it with those two?

"So it's just you, me and Kate tonight, right?"

"Yeah. Awesome. What d' you want to watch?"

Zach grins, and leans back in his chair nonchalantly. "I'm up for anything as long as it's not your – " pointed look at Freddy "- sci-fi shit, or your – " pointed look at Katie – "French crap. I want to watch a real movie for once."

Katie looks deeply insulted and gives him a dirty stare. "Oh, you mean like your 'Bruce Willis, Jackie Chan, Will Smith' type of films where the jokes are lazy, the writing's rubbish and the good guy always says a cheesy line before he kills the bad guy?"

Zach grins wider and pats her on the head. "Exactly what I had in mind, sweetheart."

"Well, forget it," snaps Freddy. "It's tripe and I'm not watching it."

"Don't then. You can sit in the corner and imagine a space cyborg has kidnapped you, and you're waiting for the chick out of Underworld to come and save your arse."

"Zach," Katie knocks him on the knuckles affectionately, but exasperatedly, as if she's used to these kinds of arguments, "I'm not watching that stuff either."

Freddy smiles smugly. "There, see? Now, why don't you sit in a corner and wait for someone to come and rescue you, yelling 'Yippi-ki-yay, mother fucker!'"

"Maybe – I – will," he stresses.

The argument gets progressively louder, and the teacher is forced to raise her voice a little higher to continue her lesson. "So it was the Conservative government who in fact made the most changes – Katie, Zach and Freddy, please continue! Don't let my lesson get in the way of your idle gossip! It is always, always you three to disturb my class! What do you have to say for yourselves?"

The three best friends stopped abruptly, not a moment too soon, either, as from the way that Freddy's fists were raised, it looked as if it was about to be physical. "Sorry miss," they chorus in unison.

The teacher turns her back to write on the board and continues talking from where she left off. All three break into a smirk as Zach whispers, "Yippi-ki-yay, mother fucker," so that only his two friends can hear.