Author Note: So, inspiration struck and I'm finally writing again

Author Note: So, inspiration struck and I'm finally writing again. This is not a one-shot, but it is not too long either. I hope you enjoy! And, please, review!

Pairing: Freddy-Summer

Disclaimer: I do not own "School of Rock" or any of the characters.

Waste Your Time

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"Hello, Sum!" Freddy's cheerful voice came beside her.

"Hi, Jones," Summer replied, not even looking away from her locker, where something seemed to have disappeared. It was a Monday morning, she had had a horrible night, felt moody and irritable, and could not find her Psychology book, which she was going to need for her first period class. Such a lovely beginning of the week.

"So, how are you today?" Freddy inquired, playing with a drumstick in his hand.

She turned, giving up on the book, and stared at him for a second, a mistrustful curiosity in her eyes. "Fine." Her tone was half suspicious and half bored, with a shade of annoyance.

"Good!" He replied a little too enthusiastically, looking slightly nervous. "Great! It's nice to know yo-"

"What do you want, Jones?" She interrupted, slamming close her locker and striding across the hallway. She had no time for his games.

Freddy hurried to keep up with her pace. "Ok, listen. I am failing almost every subject-"

"Now, that's big news." Her voice was so heavy with sarcasm that Freddy almost considered telling her another day. But, after all, Summer was always annoyed when he was around. He took a deep breath and continued, "I know, but my parents make a big deal out of it. You know, all that 'they put money in my education, I should at least get a C'crap."

"I can't blame them," She replied sharply, keeping her marching pace.

Freddy caught up with her and turned to face her, walking backwards. "Yeah, well, the point is, they want me to get a tutor and-"

Summer stopped abruptly and Freddy almost stumbled on her. "No. No no no no no. I can see where this is going and no, I'm not going to do that."

"C'mon, Tink! I need your help."

"Forget it! And don't call me Tink. I'm not going to tutor you, no way!" Her tone was resolute and decided, but Freddy was not going to give up that easily.

"But why not?"

"Are you kidding me? You're a mess, Freddy, you would drive me crazy with your laziness and my own grades would sink. No, absolutely not." She turned into a classroom, sat at her front row desk and started writing in her notebook, hoping he would leave her alone. Freddy sat down to her right, determined not to desist until he had convinced her.

"Listen, I swear I won't be lazy or anything, but you need to help me," He said in a quieter tone.

"Nope," She said, shaking her head lightly. "I don't need to." Her pen kept dancing across the page, leaving behind a trail of her neat handwriting. Freddy put his own hand on hers, so that she would finally pay attention to him. She looked up, slightly startled by his gesture.

"Summer, please." His voice was low and sincere. For a moment she was lost in his deep blue eyes that seemed to show genuine concern about this whole issue.

"Don't you have a class to attend, Jones?" She said, trying to sound harsh, but her voice had lost all bitterness.

"Summer, they'll make me quit the band."

That effectively did it. As band manager, Summer knew how essential their drummer was and she couldn't let him quit because of his grades. Moreover, she couldn't let him quit if those grades depended on her. Freddy could see this passing through her mind in the moment of hesitation she had before accepting.

"Fine," She surrendered with a sigh.

"Thank you, Sum!" Freddy beamed at her and she couldn't help but smiling back a little.

"But," she added with a serious and professional voice, "We'll need to set some rules. First of all-"

"Not now, Tink, you wouldn't want me to be late for class, right? See you later!" He said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and surprising her again. He leaped up and hurried towards the door.

"Don't call me-" Too late, he was already gone. "-Tink…"

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