Hey! This is my first ever fic on fanfiction. Not being very fond of FreddieKatie or FreddieSummer, I've tried to create an OC who'll suit him perfectly. But who is that? You'll have to wait and see...

This is the story of Lydia Vice: 14 years old, 5'1 and 90lbs. Her very pale skin contrasts directly with her thick, coal black hair and large dark eyes. Yes, she is a goth. Her parents spend most of their time travelling, so she lives with her aunt and uncle, who are typically type A relatives: all pushing and shoving. The hatred is mutual. Her school burnt down two months ago, but the head teacher managed to get them a place in Horace Green private school, where her sister taught. Her best friend Hannah was also coming, along with her worst enemy Louisa.

She sat in the back seat of the car as the school came into view. Preppy, was her first thought, and she felt awful in the uniform. It was depressingly conformist. A blue Mercedes swung into the space opposite her. In the window she saw Hannah, her best friend of five years, waving at her frantically.

"That girl," said her aunt Karen in distaste. "No self-restraint at all." Lydia rolled her eyes and got out of the car. "Oh, and Lydia!" Aunt Karen called in annoyance. "Behave. This is one of the best schools in the state. If you embarrass me-"

"I will," Lydia said and slammed the door shut. Joining Hannah, she walked away, and smirked at the look on your aunt's face as she ignored her.

"Weird place, this, isn't it?" Hannah whispered. She looked very plain in her uniform, her dark blonde hair in two braids. Normally, she wore an array of bright colours, bangles and tutus. Today she faded into the crowds, unlike Lydia, who couldn't fade in if she tried.

"I know," she replied. "Sucks, this."

"What all of this, or a certain thing?"

She waved a hand at the uniform.

"This, Hannah. Look at me. I look like Louisa!"
"You wish," someone sneered from behind her. Lydia turned to see her evil, cheerleading nemesis Louisa. She looked immaculate in her uniform, her curly blonde hair and blue eyes practically glowing with a miss-America sheen.

"Oh wow," Lydia said sarcastically, "I can actually see the preppiness."

"I have better things to do than talk to weirdoes like you," replied Louisa, as Hannah laughed at her comment. She brushed past her and strode into the school imperiously. Lydia looked at Hannah.

"You know the good thing about this place?" she asked.

"Nuh-uh." Hannah shook her head empathetically.

"We're in the same class as the School of Rock."

Freddie's P.O.V

Freddie leant against the desk in boredom, then jerked up as the door swung open to admit his principal, Miss Mullens. After Mr.S, she had loosened up a bit, but not much. Behind her were three girls. The first was a gorgeous but snobbish-looking blonde, and the girl behind her was a small and peaky-looking blondish brunette. The last girl was different. She was kind of pretty, in an interesting way, with too-pale skin, pitch black hair and dark eyes surrounded by layers of intense black eyeliner. Gothic, he thought, staring at her. She caught you staring, and glared at him. Freddie glared back. Jerk.

"Class, I'd like to introduce you to your new classmates, Louisa Madison, Hannah Ferry and Lydia Vice. Their school burnt down recently, so I want you to give them a proper, Horace Green welcome!" She beamed at the three encouragingly. Louisa gave one of the biggest, cheesiest smiles ever. Hannah stared in confusion. Lydia merely looked sceptical.

"Thank you, Principal Mullens," put in Miss Reid. She was their new teacher, and the most boring person on the planet. "I can take the girls from here." After Miss Mullens left, she turned to the three girls. "Now, where to put you," she said. Yes, Seating Plans. It was Miss Reid's idea of restoring order. From the look on Lydia and Hannah's faces, Freddie could tell that they didn't think much of it either.

"Alright, Louisa, if you'll sit next to Summer." She gestured to Summer, who gave Louisa a glare. Predictable: Louisa would rival Summer's role as the perfect student. "Hannah, next to Eleni." Eleni grinned and waved. Hannah waved back and practically bounced over to sit next to her. "And Lydia…next to Zack." Freddie groaned and sunk back onto the desk. At least she had looked like she could be interesting, he thought.

Lydia's P.O.V

At lunch, Zack took Lydia to meet his friends. First was Summer, the one who sat next to Louisa. Apparently she was band manager. Nice, if a bit bossy and stuck-up. Then there was Katie, a tall, quiet girl, Tomika, a really sweet black girl, Alicia, Marta, Eleni and Michelle, four of the cutesiest girls ever, and Laurence, a quiet nerdy Asian boy. Zack was sweet in his own way, just like all the others. Lydia couldn't help but get the feeling that she might actually grow to like these guys.

"And this is Freddie," said Zack, "he's our drummer." She looked at the boy who'd been staring at her before. He had blond hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"Hi," Lydia said nonchalantly. "You're staring at me again." He just smirked and held out his hand.

"Hi!" chirped Hannah, bouncing up beside him. "Are you in the band too?"

"Earth to Hannah, Zack just said he's the drummer."

Hannah shot her a look that said Don't ruin this for me, and said, "We're in a band. I'm a drummer too!"

"Really?" asked Summer. "What kinda band?"

"Rock," Lydia answered in boredom.

"Cool, so is ours," replied Eleni. Lydia resisted the temptation to say 'I can see that.' "So," she continued, "what's your band called?"
"Darklight," Hannah said.

"Cool name," said Zack. He was looking at her when he said this, and Lydia felt a strange movement in her stomach.

"Can't be any good if she's in it," said Freddie, indicating her. Lydia gazed at him with the air of a cat waiting to pounce. "I mean, can you even play anything?"

"I play lead guitar and piano," she said to the others, ignoring Freddie.

"Soft stuff," retorted Freddie.

"Better than drums. Gee, that must be hard, whacking stuff. Almost impossible."

"Shut your face!"

Lydia looked at him. "Oh my, I'm so scared." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Bite me, drummer boy."

"You stuck-up little-"

"Guys!" Hannah yelled, jumping in between the two. "Cool it for a second, OK? Save your issues for people who care."

"Funnily enough, you'd be hard pushed to find someone who cared about some else's issues," Katie remarked.

"Issues? I don't have issues!"
"Looked in the mirror recently, drummer boy?"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Calling you what, drummer boy?"

"Shut up!"

They both stopped as Louisa entered the classroom.

"Friend of yours?" asked Freddie quietly. Hannah shook her head violently. Summer leaned in closer.

"She's a real jerk," she whispered. "All she ever does is look in a mirror and talk about herself." Lydia grinned.

As she walked past, Lydia said loudly, "Ooh, the air just got a little bit more plastic." Freddie, Hannah, Zack and Summer laughed. The others followed their lead.

"A cheap shot, but a good one," she heard Michelle murmur. Louisa turned to glare at them.

"At least I have style," she said, looking condescendingly at Lydia's hair. The girl in question just smiled.

"Ah my friends, we bear witness to the sad truth." She flicked back her hair in exaggeration, and threw on an American accent. "Your style is so, totally, like, five minutes ago!" Louisa pouted and stomped off to check her hair.

"Emo!" She called over her shoulder. Lydia sighed.

"Yeah, cos' that's soo original."