TITLE: Recess is in Session
SUMMARY: There's a new girl at Forest Green, she's trouble... and Freddy
can't seem to stay away.
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Freddy Jones, or any of the other characters from
"School of Rock" nor am I affiliated with any of the actors who portray
them. I do own Amber Callaway so if you wish to use her... ask me first.
AUTHORS NOTES: I'm sorry if you guys don't think the characters would act
the way I portray them. I wrote this story for a bit of fun... nothing more
than that. All reviews appreciated.
Chapter One
Freddy Jones gazed out the classroom window with slightly glazed over eyes, as their new teacher Mrs Fran droned on and on, about some topic he had lost track of ages ago. Resting his head against his hand, Freddy absentmindedly began to tap a tune against his desk with the other. It wasn't until half the class's eyes were on him, that he realised he was tapping rather louder than necessary.
"Is there a problem, Mr Jones?" Mrs Fran asked politely from the front of the room.
"Yeah, actually can I go to the bathroom?" Freddy asked, standing up before he had even received an answer.
Mrs Fran frowned, "sit down Freddy. We're in the middle of a lesson."
Freddy rolled his eyes and slumped back into his seat.
"Now as I was saying," Mrs Fran continued, "when speaking of..." Mrs Fran trailed off.
Kevin raised his head to see what had caused her to pause her never ending lecturing only to see Principal Mullins standing in the doorway.
"Sorry to interrupt Mrs Fran, but you have a new student," Principal Mullins stated calmly, her eyes sweeping over the room of students as if she was almost checking for someone breaking school rules. Freddy raised an eyebrow as her eyes swept over him, and was amused to see her frown slightly.
"May I introduce Miss Amber Callaway." Principal Mullins stated once she had finished her survey. She pulled the new girl into the room.
Freddy allowed his brown eyes to sweep over her briefly before flicking away with apparent disinterest. She looked like any other normal preppy girl to enter Forest Green, with her immaculate uniform, brown shiny hair, and innocent looking face.
"Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself, Amber?" Mrs Fran said kindly as she took a folder of her information from Principal Mullins and set about adding her name to the attendance role. Principal Mullins gave a room one last glance before taking her leave.
Freddy looked up.
Amber shrugged, "I'm Amber, I'm from New York, I moved here last week. It will probably only be a few weeks till I move again..." Amber trailed off, and looked over at Mrs Fran.
"That's fine, Amber" Mrs Fran said with a smile, "why don't you take a seat up the back next to Freddy... Freddy raise your hand please."
Freddy sighed and raised his hand, casting a fleeting glance at the spare desk beside him. He had forgotten that Alicia had left the school earlier that year. He caught Amber's gaze briefly as she walked towards him, she gave him a funny look that Freddy didn't understand. She slid into her seat and set about unloading some of her books from her bag.
Freddy looked over at her progress and was surprised to see a pair of drumsticks poking out from her bag amidst the books. If it took one thing to get his attention, it was that.
"You're a drummer?" he asked softly so Mrs Fran would not hear.
Amber looked over at him, her eyes briefly scanned his face before replying, "last time I checked."
Freddy raised an eyebrow. Sarcasm? He could deal with that. "You any good?"
Amber chuckled, "intimidated are you?"
"No." Freddy replied quickly, "curious."
"That's enough Freddy," Mrs Fran called from the front of the class.
Freddy sighed and slumped back down into his seat, sinking back into the slumber he was in five minutes ago.
"Alright students, it's time for your music class. You're excused."
Freddy sighed in relief and got to his feet, not bothering to replace his chair under the desk, as he walked purposely towards the door. Well, that was until a hand on his shoulder halted him in his tracks. Freddy stopped and glanced at the hand on his shoulder before travelling his eyes up the arm and shoulder onto the stern face of Mrs Fran.
"A word, please Freddy?"
Freddy grimaced, what did he do now?
"Your excused Amber," Mrs Fran said kindly.
Freddy looked over to see that Amber was still in her seat, looking very comfortable in her reclined position, swinging backwards on her chair, her eyes on the ceiling.
"Well, that's kind of difficult considering I don't know where to go." Amber replied flatly as she replaced her chair back onto all four legs and looked at Mrs Fran steadily.
"Oh I'm sorry dear, I should have appointed you a guide. Just let me have a brief word with Mr Jones, and I'll show you. Would you mind waiting outside?"
Amber nodded and got up and walked out the door shutting it softly behind her.
"Freddy..." Mrs Fran began, once Amber was gone, "I'm concerned about your grades."
Freddy kept his face neutral; he'd had these same conversations far to many times.
"I'm afraid that if your grades do not lift, I will have no choice but to require you to repeat this entire year."
Freddy's eyes widened, "what?"
"I've sent a letter home to your parents..."
Freddy's eyes widened even further.
"They are aware of the situation, I have recommended a tutor, just to help you for the end of year exams."
Freddy frowned.
"I expect you to be working hard... You are dismissed. Please show Miss Callaway to the music room."
It took every ounce of Freddy's willpower not to start arguing his point of view. But overall he was quite proud of the fact he was able to turn and walk calmly out the door.
Amber was waiting on the other side leaning against the opposite wall. She raised a curious eyebrow when he emerged. "That couldn't have been good."
"What makes you say that?" Freddy asked as he began to walk down the hallway leaving Amber no choice to follow him.
"Private talks are never good," Amber, replied, "so what are you flunking out?"
Freddy frowned, "no," he lied.
"You're a rebel without a cause?"
Freddy stopped and turned to face her, "look, whatever I am, and whatever that talk was about. I don't think it's really any of your business."
Amber crossed her arms, "well, make something up to tell me. At least then when your parents ask you'll have your story straight."
Freddy blinked wondering why he didn't think of that, "you sound experienced in this area?"
Amber rolled her eyes, "dude, if I get kicked out of this school, it'll be the third one I've been kicked out of in the last two years. And my parents still think I'm their little angel."
Freddy raised an eyebrow, "a bad girl, I like that."
Amber shook her head and began walking off aimlessly down the hall, "unless you want whatever you were talking about with Mrs Fran to become a reality, I suggest you keep away from me."
"Why, you gonna get me into more trouble then I'm already in?" Freddy asked as he began walking after her.
Amber chuckled, "I don't find trouble, trouble finds me." Amber stopped and turned to face Freddy, "the question, Freddy Jones, is are you up for it?"
Freddy took a step closer and looked down at her, "I think your all talk."
Amber raised an eyebrow, "do you?"
"Yes I do."
"We'll see then." Amber smiled at him before turning and pushing open the music room door.
Chapter One
Freddy Jones gazed out the classroom window with slightly glazed over eyes, as their new teacher Mrs Fran droned on and on, about some topic he had lost track of ages ago. Resting his head against his hand, Freddy absentmindedly began to tap a tune against his desk with the other. It wasn't until half the class's eyes were on him, that he realised he was tapping rather louder than necessary.
"Is there a problem, Mr Jones?" Mrs Fran asked politely from the front of the room.
"Yeah, actually can I go to the bathroom?" Freddy asked, standing up before he had even received an answer.
Mrs Fran frowned, "sit down Freddy. We're in the middle of a lesson."
Freddy rolled his eyes and slumped back into his seat.
"Now as I was saying," Mrs Fran continued, "when speaking of..." Mrs Fran trailed off.
Kevin raised his head to see what had caused her to pause her never ending lecturing only to see Principal Mullins standing in the doorway.
"Sorry to interrupt Mrs Fran, but you have a new student," Principal Mullins stated calmly, her eyes sweeping over the room of students as if she was almost checking for someone breaking school rules. Freddy raised an eyebrow as her eyes swept over him, and was amused to see her frown slightly.
"May I introduce Miss Amber Callaway." Principal Mullins stated once she had finished her survey. She pulled the new girl into the room.
Freddy allowed his brown eyes to sweep over her briefly before flicking away with apparent disinterest. She looked like any other normal preppy girl to enter Forest Green, with her immaculate uniform, brown shiny hair, and innocent looking face.
"Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself, Amber?" Mrs Fran said kindly as she took a folder of her information from Principal Mullins and set about adding her name to the attendance role. Principal Mullins gave a room one last glance before taking her leave.
Freddy looked up.
Amber shrugged, "I'm Amber, I'm from New York, I moved here last week. It will probably only be a few weeks till I move again..." Amber trailed off, and looked over at Mrs Fran.
"That's fine, Amber" Mrs Fran said with a smile, "why don't you take a seat up the back next to Freddy... Freddy raise your hand please."
Freddy sighed and raised his hand, casting a fleeting glance at the spare desk beside him. He had forgotten that Alicia had left the school earlier that year. He caught Amber's gaze briefly as she walked towards him, she gave him a funny look that Freddy didn't understand. She slid into her seat and set about unloading some of her books from her bag.
Freddy looked over at her progress and was surprised to see a pair of drumsticks poking out from her bag amidst the books. If it took one thing to get his attention, it was that.
"You're a drummer?" he asked softly so Mrs Fran would not hear.
Amber looked over at him, her eyes briefly scanned his face before replying, "last time I checked."
Freddy raised an eyebrow. Sarcasm? He could deal with that. "You any good?"
Amber chuckled, "intimidated are you?"
"No." Freddy replied quickly, "curious."
"That's enough Freddy," Mrs Fran called from the front of the class.
Freddy sighed and slumped back down into his seat, sinking back into the slumber he was in five minutes ago.
"Alright students, it's time for your music class. You're excused."
Freddy sighed in relief and got to his feet, not bothering to replace his chair under the desk, as he walked purposely towards the door. Well, that was until a hand on his shoulder halted him in his tracks. Freddy stopped and glanced at the hand on his shoulder before travelling his eyes up the arm and shoulder onto the stern face of Mrs Fran.
"A word, please Freddy?"
Freddy grimaced, what did he do now?
"Your excused Amber," Mrs Fran said kindly.
Freddy looked over to see that Amber was still in her seat, looking very comfortable in her reclined position, swinging backwards on her chair, her eyes on the ceiling.
"Well, that's kind of difficult considering I don't know where to go." Amber replied flatly as she replaced her chair back onto all four legs and looked at Mrs Fran steadily.
"Oh I'm sorry dear, I should have appointed you a guide. Just let me have a brief word with Mr Jones, and I'll show you. Would you mind waiting outside?"
Amber nodded and got up and walked out the door shutting it softly behind her.
"Freddy..." Mrs Fran began, once Amber was gone, "I'm concerned about your grades."
Freddy kept his face neutral; he'd had these same conversations far to many times.
"I'm afraid that if your grades do not lift, I will have no choice but to require you to repeat this entire year."
Freddy's eyes widened, "what?"
"I've sent a letter home to your parents..."
Freddy's eyes widened even further.
"They are aware of the situation, I have recommended a tutor, just to help you for the end of year exams."
Freddy frowned.
"I expect you to be working hard... You are dismissed. Please show Miss Callaway to the music room."
It took every ounce of Freddy's willpower not to start arguing his point of view. But overall he was quite proud of the fact he was able to turn and walk calmly out the door.
Amber was waiting on the other side leaning against the opposite wall. She raised a curious eyebrow when he emerged. "That couldn't have been good."
"What makes you say that?" Freddy asked as he began to walk down the hallway leaving Amber no choice to follow him.
"Private talks are never good," Amber, replied, "so what are you flunking out?"
Freddy frowned, "no," he lied.
"You're a rebel without a cause?"
Freddy stopped and turned to face her, "look, whatever I am, and whatever that talk was about. I don't think it's really any of your business."
Amber crossed her arms, "well, make something up to tell me. At least then when your parents ask you'll have your story straight."
Freddy blinked wondering why he didn't think of that, "you sound experienced in this area?"
Amber rolled her eyes, "dude, if I get kicked out of this school, it'll be the third one I've been kicked out of in the last two years. And my parents still think I'm their little angel."
Freddy raised an eyebrow, "a bad girl, I like that."
Amber shook her head and began walking off aimlessly down the hall, "unless you want whatever you were talking about with Mrs Fran to become a reality, I suggest you keep away from me."
"Why, you gonna get me into more trouble then I'm already in?" Freddy asked as he began walking after her.
Amber chuckled, "I don't find trouble, trouble finds me." Amber stopped and turned to face Freddy, "the question, Freddy Jones, is are you up for it?"
Freddy took a step closer and looked down at her, "I think your all talk."
Amber raised an eyebrow, "do you?"
"Yes I do."
"We'll see then." Amber smiled at him before turning and pushing open the music room door.
