Disclaimer: School of Rock and its characters do not belong to me.
Author's notes: I'm glad everyone likes this so far, I hope you continue to like it. The story in the French scene is true. My French teacher had a friend who asked someone the same question. I also apologize if some of the French is wrong.
Ch2
It was the next day when Summer tiredly walked to Zack, Freddy and Katie in North Island Academy's courtyard. There had been a police guard at her house the entire night, and an officer would be following her outside of school to insure she was safe. Zack and Freddy had taken her back to her house after calling the police, where they were informed that they had done the right thing instead of dismissing it as a prank. Summer had made Zack and Freddy promise they wouldn't tell the band, or anyone else for that matter until she was ready. No other surprises had been received since the packet of photos.
"Hey Summer." Katie was the first to greet. "You look tired."
"Yeah, I didn't sleep very well last night." Summer leaned against a tree next to Zack. "How did things turn out with Freddy's parents?"
Freddy quickly answered. "They said if you want you can come stay in the guest room. It's a bit of a mess because we're converting it into Zack's room, but I'm sure we could get it cleaner than the train wreck it is now."
"You can leave the mess. I'm not exactly keen on staying at my place. Even with the curtains drawn and everything locked."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Katie straightened. "Did something happen after band?"
"Can you wait until band Posh? I'd rather only do all of this once." Katie nodded. "Let's just say for now that someone has decided to screw with my life again."
Zack, who had spent this entire time watching Summer, grabbed her hand. "We should get inside before Mrs. Thorngood does. I don't exactly want to know what she does when someone's late."
The other three agreed and entered the school, going straight for the classroom. The two boys, taking their seats on either side of Summer, took the chance to talk to her. Zack spoke first. "How are you doing? Really?"
"Aside from being a bit on the freaked side, I'm ticked off." This reaction surprised both boys. "I mean, just when you think the man can't screw you anymore, he takes out the old Black and Decker and twists a bit harder."
"Ms. Hathaway, language." Mrs. Thorngood warned, entering the room.
"Sorry Mrs. Thorngood." Summer apologized, slouching in her seat, doodling on her notebook cover. "I swear if I get ahold of the clown who's pulling this..."
Zack became very attentive. "No way, you heard the police. Don't try and go after this guy."
"I didn't say I was going to. However should he ever announce himself in my presence, he'll rethink his position on stalking people."
Nothing else was said until Mrs. Thorngood called class to order. "Good morning class."
"Good morning Mrs. Thorngood."
"If you have read your schedules, which you all should have, you'll notice that on Tuesdays, the only subject you have other than your Foreign Language is Science. Today, we will be starting our first science unit, Human Biology. The easiest way to start this unit is to learn all about anatomy. Garrett, would you please get the science textbooks from the bookshelf and pass them out to everyone?"
"Yes, Mrs. Thorngood." Garrett stood, and walked to the back of the room, where the bookshelf sat and began the task. He walked behind Summer's row, passing out the books over the shoulders of the desk occupants. It did not go unnoticed by her when his hand brushed her shoulder as he drew back.
"Now, each of you should write your name and the year you will be using this textbook on the first page." Mrs. Thorngood instructed. "This will be the only material for science, and the book you are holding will be the only copy you ever receive. Should you lose it, not only will you have to pay for it, you most likely, will fail science. Am I understood?"
"Yes Ms. Thorngood."
§ § §
"Mrs. Thorngood just keeps getting better and better." Freddy complained to Zack and Summer in their last period French class.
"Just bear with it. She'll be sending us off into our groups soon enough." Zack assured, pulling out his French notebook.
"Salut." Their teacher, Mlle. Demmer greeted.
"Salut." Everyone returned.
"Today we're going to go over a few things from last year, just to refresh your memory. Lets start with, Monsieur Jones. If you wanted to be sure the bread you were buying didn't have any preservatives in it, how would you ask me if I was the store attendant?"
Freddy thought for a moment before answering. "Il y a des préservatifs dans ceci ?" Mlle. Demmer, Summer and Zack started laughing. The rest of the class didn't. "What?"
Summer was the first to contain her mirth. "You just asked if the bread had any condoms in it." Freddy began blushing a deep red. The rest of the class started laughing. "Preservatives, isn't a cognate."
"Yeah, well if your so smart, how do you say it?"
Mlle. Demmer shook her head. "I think it might be better if we moved on to another question. Monsieur Mooneyham, tell us about someone in your family. Surrogate or otherwise."
Zack thought for a moment. "Voici mon frère. Son nom est Freddy. Il est quatorze ans."
"Très bon, Monsieur Mooneyham. Can anyone tell me where to go if I wanted to see a movie?"
§ § §
"Band discussion time." Dewey clapped once to get the band to gather. "Did everyone practice last night?" Three members lied and said yes. "Good. This gig could get us the record deal we've been waiting for. Rec execs will be there." The band looked nervously at each other. "I have absolutely no doubt that we will kick ass. Anyone got anything to loosen you guys up?"
"Well, since nothing is more fun then poking fun at Spazzy McGee..." Zack began, smirking. "Who can guess what he asked in Mlle. Demmer in French? Summer, no cheating." It seemed most were intrigued, but had no idea what the drummer had asked. "Well, she asked him, to pretend she was a store attendant and to ask her if the bread he wanted had any preservatives. Sum, you want the honors?"
Summer nodded. "Instead he asked if the bread had any condoms in it." The band cracked up. "I'm guessing he was still a bit stuck on Mrs. Thorngood's lesson on the reproductive organs."
"OK, is everyone ready to practice so we'll have a kick ass gig?" Dewey asked and the group nodded. "Lets warm up with Hardcore." Everyone picked up their instruments, or sat by them, or in the singers case, grabbed the mikes. As Dewey started the song, Zack was looking out the window, as if checking for something. Summer was staying as far from the window as possible. Just as Zack was coming in with the guitar, kicking up the song, there was a knock at the door. "Summer, could you get that?" Dewey asked.
Summer handed Tomeka her mike and opened the door to find an envelope similar to the one she had received yesterday, again addressed to her. She picked it up and closed the door, at the same time, opening the folder. The first page was again, a letter.
My Dearest Summer, I must say I'm dismayed at your reaction to yesterday's delivery. You thought it was all a prank. Let me assure you that the police were right. This most certainly is not a prank. Everything I said in my last letter is true. I'm your little spaz. Unfortunately, you called in the police. This will make our relationship much more difficult. I hope you can last the wait. I don't know if I'll be able to. But rest assured, love always prevails. We will be together. Your little spaz.
There was only one page of photos in this envelope. Some were of her running to Freddy's, first envelope in hand, others were of her talking to the police in her driveway. There was one picture that chilled her to the bone though. She was asleep in her bed. It was dated to the previous night.
Dewey asked questions. "Summer, who was it? What's that in your hand?"
"F-Freddy, would you mind going down and getting the officer in the squad car for me?" Summer didn't answer Dewey's questions.
Both Zack and Freddy hurried over to where she stood. "The guy just gave you this?" Freddy took the envelope from her hands, looking at it with Zack.
"It was on the floor. The guy was already gone."
Zack quickly got angry again. "How the hell did this sick bastard get that picture?"
"Zack, man, calm down." Freddy began. "I'm gonna go get the officer. Why don't you two explain what's going on to the rest of the band."
"Just go Freddy, I'll make sure Zack calms down." Summer assured, putting a hand on Zack's arm. Freddy nodded and exited the apartment.
"Why the hell did he even deliver it here?" Zack muttered.
"He can't get into my house because of the police. He already knew I come here every day after school obviously." Summer explained. "Then again if he got that picture of me he obviously got into my house with the police there." Things began to hit her. "Oh. My. God."
Zack put his anger aside and pulled Summer into a hug. "It's OK Mermer. You won't be there tonight. Or ever until this bastard is caught."
"Can someone explain what the hell is going on?" Alicia asked looking at the freaked out Summer in Zack's arms. "I'm lost."
"Something happened last night to Summer." Katie explained. "She didn't sleep well and she said she'd feel safer staying with Zack and Freddy. That's all she told me."
"Guys Summer has a problem." Zack announced. "She has a stalker."
"A stalker?" Dewey waved his hand. "We haven't even made it big yet."
Marta put her mike down. "She's only 14!"
Katie hurried to her best friend. "How bad is it?" She hugged Summer.
"I feel ill." Lawrence sat down on his stool.
"As in that annoying Rockwell song?" Tomeka was next.
"Sort of." Zack nodded, Summer still not speaking. "She's been getting letters, and pictures of her. Pictures no one should have."
"How long?" Alicia sat down.
Summer finally pulled from her two friends. "I only got the first pictures and letter last night. But the pictures date back to the night of the seventh-grade semi-formal."
The door opened and Freddy reentered with a police officer. "Ms. Hathaway, may I see the envelope?"
§ § §
Summer tossed and turned in the guest bedroom at the Jones residence, unable to fall asleep. The last time she fell asleep, somehow he managed to get a photograph of her. The thought alone kept her from closing her eyes. In a way though, being awake was worse. Every shadow accelerated her heart rate, paranoia getting the best of her.
"Condoms in the bread." She whispered to herself, trying to find a happy thought. "Tiny Dancer, School of Rock. Zack and Freddy are right down the hall. Condoms in the bread."
The door cracked open and she gasped, sitting bolt upright. "Summer? Relax. It's just me. Freddy." The door opened further, proving the statement to be true. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah. I'm just a bit jumpy." Summer nodded. "What are you doing up? Its one in the morning."
Freddy entered the room properly, but Summer could barely see him in the bit of moonlight that leaked through the closed curtains. "I couldn't sleep. I thought I might as well check up on you, seeing as how you're a guest here and all."
"Thanks." Summer was smiling, though Freddy couldn't see it. "But you should know better than to sneak up on the girl who has a stalker."
"I'll knock next time." Freddy smirked, but it quickly faded. "Listen, I'm really sorry you have to go through this."
"Why are you sorry? It's not like you're doing it. We already had that argument, remember?"
"It's just that you've already been through enough with your mom and Zack's dad. It's about time someone else had to handle some crap."
"If we managed to make it through that one, I'm sure we'll make it through a stalker."
"Who's we?"
"I was using the royal we, Condom Boy." Summer laughed.
"Do not call me that. Especially when my parents could hear you."
"Your parents are asleep." She paused. "Seriously though. Thanks for the thought. It's touching to know that you're not just the bad ass drummer."
"Yeah, well don't go spreading it around Tinkerbell."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it Condom Boy."
There's chapter two. I hope you like it.
Random Quote of the Day: "My dad was always really protective of his tools...well not that tool...OK so he was pretty protective of that one too, but I'm talking about the tools that you make stuff with...well sure, I suppose he did make me with that one, but...oh never mind."—Unknown
A final thanks to all reviewers:
mellowyellow36
Rust Red
Pannalid
Xo Miss Riley Xo
Author's notes: I'm glad everyone likes this so far, I hope you continue to like it. The story in the French scene is true. My French teacher had a friend who asked someone the same question. I also apologize if some of the French is wrong.
Ch2
It was the next day when Summer tiredly walked to Zack, Freddy and Katie in North Island Academy's courtyard. There had been a police guard at her house the entire night, and an officer would be following her outside of school to insure she was safe. Zack and Freddy had taken her back to her house after calling the police, where they were informed that they had done the right thing instead of dismissing it as a prank. Summer had made Zack and Freddy promise they wouldn't tell the band, or anyone else for that matter until she was ready. No other surprises had been received since the packet of photos.
"Hey Summer." Katie was the first to greet. "You look tired."
"Yeah, I didn't sleep very well last night." Summer leaned against a tree next to Zack. "How did things turn out with Freddy's parents?"
Freddy quickly answered. "They said if you want you can come stay in the guest room. It's a bit of a mess because we're converting it into Zack's room, but I'm sure we could get it cleaner than the train wreck it is now."
"You can leave the mess. I'm not exactly keen on staying at my place. Even with the curtains drawn and everything locked."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Katie straightened. "Did something happen after band?"
"Can you wait until band Posh? I'd rather only do all of this once." Katie nodded. "Let's just say for now that someone has decided to screw with my life again."
Zack, who had spent this entire time watching Summer, grabbed her hand. "We should get inside before Mrs. Thorngood does. I don't exactly want to know what she does when someone's late."
The other three agreed and entered the school, going straight for the classroom. The two boys, taking their seats on either side of Summer, took the chance to talk to her. Zack spoke first. "How are you doing? Really?"
"Aside from being a bit on the freaked side, I'm ticked off." This reaction surprised both boys. "I mean, just when you think the man can't screw you anymore, he takes out the old Black and Decker and twists a bit harder."
"Ms. Hathaway, language." Mrs. Thorngood warned, entering the room.
"Sorry Mrs. Thorngood." Summer apologized, slouching in her seat, doodling on her notebook cover. "I swear if I get ahold of the clown who's pulling this..."
Zack became very attentive. "No way, you heard the police. Don't try and go after this guy."
"I didn't say I was going to. However should he ever announce himself in my presence, he'll rethink his position on stalking people."
Nothing else was said until Mrs. Thorngood called class to order. "Good morning class."
"Good morning Mrs. Thorngood."
"If you have read your schedules, which you all should have, you'll notice that on Tuesdays, the only subject you have other than your Foreign Language is Science. Today, we will be starting our first science unit, Human Biology. The easiest way to start this unit is to learn all about anatomy. Garrett, would you please get the science textbooks from the bookshelf and pass them out to everyone?"
"Yes, Mrs. Thorngood." Garrett stood, and walked to the back of the room, where the bookshelf sat and began the task. He walked behind Summer's row, passing out the books over the shoulders of the desk occupants. It did not go unnoticed by her when his hand brushed her shoulder as he drew back.
"Now, each of you should write your name and the year you will be using this textbook on the first page." Mrs. Thorngood instructed. "This will be the only material for science, and the book you are holding will be the only copy you ever receive. Should you lose it, not only will you have to pay for it, you most likely, will fail science. Am I understood?"
"Yes Ms. Thorngood."
§ § §
"Mrs. Thorngood just keeps getting better and better." Freddy complained to Zack and Summer in their last period French class.
"Just bear with it. She'll be sending us off into our groups soon enough." Zack assured, pulling out his French notebook.
"Salut." Their teacher, Mlle. Demmer greeted.
"Salut." Everyone returned.
"Today we're going to go over a few things from last year, just to refresh your memory. Lets start with, Monsieur Jones. If you wanted to be sure the bread you were buying didn't have any preservatives in it, how would you ask me if I was the store attendant?"
Freddy thought for a moment before answering. "Il y a des préservatifs dans ceci ?" Mlle. Demmer, Summer and Zack started laughing. The rest of the class didn't. "What?"
Summer was the first to contain her mirth. "You just asked if the bread had any condoms in it." Freddy began blushing a deep red. The rest of the class started laughing. "Preservatives, isn't a cognate."
"Yeah, well if your so smart, how do you say it?"
Mlle. Demmer shook her head. "I think it might be better if we moved on to another question. Monsieur Mooneyham, tell us about someone in your family. Surrogate or otherwise."
Zack thought for a moment. "Voici mon frère. Son nom est Freddy. Il est quatorze ans."
"Très bon, Monsieur Mooneyham. Can anyone tell me where to go if I wanted to see a movie?"
§ § §
"Band discussion time." Dewey clapped once to get the band to gather. "Did everyone practice last night?" Three members lied and said yes. "Good. This gig could get us the record deal we've been waiting for. Rec execs will be there." The band looked nervously at each other. "I have absolutely no doubt that we will kick ass. Anyone got anything to loosen you guys up?"
"Well, since nothing is more fun then poking fun at Spazzy McGee..." Zack began, smirking. "Who can guess what he asked in Mlle. Demmer in French? Summer, no cheating." It seemed most were intrigued, but had no idea what the drummer had asked. "Well, she asked him, to pretend she was a store attendant and to ask her if the bread he wanted had any preservatives. Sum, you want the honors?"
Summer nodded. "Instead he asked if the bread had any condoms in it." The band cracked up. "I'm guessing he was still a bit stuck on Mrs. Thorngood's lesson on the reproductive organs."
"OK, is everyone ready to practice so we'll have a kick ass gig?" Dewey asked and the group nodded. "Lets warm up with Hardcore." Everyone picked up their instruments, or sat by them, or in the singers case, grabbed the mikes. As Dewey started the song, Zack was looking out the window, as if checking for something. Summer was staying as far from the window as possible. Just as Zack was coming in with the guitar, kicking up the song, there was a knock at the door. "Summer, could you get that?" Dewey asked.
Summer handed Tomeka her mike and opened the door to find an envelope similar to the one she had received yesterday, again addressed to her. She picked it up and closed the door, at the same time, opening the folder. The first page was again, a letter.
My Dearest Summer, I must say I'm dismayed at your reaction to yesterday's delivery. You thought it was all a prank. Let me assure you that the police were right. This most certainly is not a prank. Everything I said in my last letter is true. I'm your little spaz. Unfortunately, you called in the police. This will make our relationship much more difficult. I hope you can last the wait. I don't know if I'll be able to. But rest assured, love always prevails. We will be together. Your little spaz.
There was only one page of photos in this envelope. Some were of her running to Freddy's, first envelope in hand, others were of her talking to the police in her driveway. There was one picture that chilled her to the bone though. She was asleep in her bed. It was dated to the previous night.
Dewey asked questions. "Summer, who was it? What's that in your hand?"
"F-Freddy, would you mind going down and getting the officer in the squad car for me?" Summer didn't answer Dewey's questions.
Both Zack and Freddy hurried over to where she stood. "The guy just gave you this?" Freddy took the envelope from her hands, looking at it with Zack.
"It was on the floor. The guy was already gone."
Zack quickly got angry again. "How the hell did this sick bastard get that picture?"
"Zack, man, calm down." Freddy began. "I'm gonna go get the officer. Why don't you two explain what's going on to the rest of the band."
"Just go Freddy, I'll make sure Zack calms down." Summer assured, putting a hand on Zack's arm. Freddy nodded and exited the apartment.
"Why the hell did he even deliver it here?" Zack muttered.
"He can't get into my house because of the police. He already knew I come here every day after school obviously." Summer explained. "Then again if he got that picture of me he obviously got into my house with the police there." Things began to hit her. "Oh. My. God."
Zack put his anger aside and pulled Summer into a hug. "It's OK Mermer. You won't be there tonight. Or ever until this bastard is caught."
"Can someone explain what the hell is going on?" Alicia asked looking at the freaked out Summer in Zack's arms. "I'm lost."
"Something happened last night to Summer." Katie explained. "She didn't sleep well and she said she'd feel safer staying with Zack and Freddy. That's all she told me."
"Guys Summer has a problem." Zack announced. "She has a stalker."
"A stalker?" Dewey waved his hand. "We haven't even made it big yet."
Marta put her mike down. "She's only 14!"
Katie hurried to her best friend. "How bad is it?" She hugged Summer.
"I feel ill." Lawrence sat down on his stool.
"As in that annoying Rockwell song?" Tomeka was next.
"Sort of." Zack nodded, Summer still not speaking. "She's been getting letters, and pictures of her. Pictures no one should have."
"How long?" Alicia sat down.
Summer finally pulled from her two friends. "I only got the first pictures and letter last night. But the pictures date back to the night of the seventh-grade semi-formal."
The door opened and Freddy reentered with a police officer. "Ms. Hathaway, may I see the envelope?"
§ § §
Summer tossed and turned in the guest bedroom at the Jones residence, unable to fall asleep. The last time she fell asleep, somehow he managed to get a photograph of her. The thought alone kept her from closing her eyes. In a way though, being awake was worse. Every shadow accelerated her heart rate, paranoia getting the best of her.
"Condoms in the bread." She whispered to herself, trying to find a happy thought. "Tiny Dancer, School of Rock. Zack and Freddy are right down the hall. Condoms in the bread."
The door cracked open and she gasped, sitting bolt upright. "Summer? Relax. It's just me. Freddy." The door opened further, proving the statement to be true. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah. I'm just a bit jumpy." Summer nodded. "What are you doing up? Its one in the morning."
Freddy entered the room properly, but Summer could barely see him in the bit of moonlight that leaked through the closed curtains. "I couldn't sleep. I thought I might as well check up on you, seeing as how you're a guest here and all."
"Thanks." Summer was smiling, though Freddy couldn't see it. "But you should know better than to sneak up on the girl who has a stalker."
"I'll knock next time." Freddy smirked, but it quickly faded. "Listen, I'm really sorry you have to go through this."
"Why are you sorry? It's not like you're doing it. We already had that argument, remember?"
"It's just that you've already been through enough with your mom and Zack's dad. It's about time someone else had to handle some crap."
"If we managed to make it through that one, I'm sure we'll make it through a stalker."
"Who's we?"
"I was using the royal we, Condom Boy." Summer laughed.
"Do not call me that. Especially when my parents could hear you."
"Your parents are asleep." She paused. "Seriously though. Thanks for the thought. It's touching to know that you're not just the bad ass drummer."
"Yeah, well don't go spreading it around Tinkerbell."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it Condom Boy."
There's chapter two. I hope you like it.
Random Quote of the Day: "My dad was always really protective of his tools...well not that tool...OK so he was pretty protective of that one too, but I'm talking about the tools that you make stuff with...well sure, I suppose he did make me with that one, but...oh never mind."—Unknown
A final thanks to all reviewers:
mellowyellow36
Rust Red
Pannalid
Xo Miss Riley Xo