Disclaimer: School of Rock and it's character do not belong to me.
Author's notes: Thanks to all who reviewed. This chapter contains some point of view for each person in the library tutorial, simply to get what's going through their heads.
Ch5
"What's going on?" Zack asked the police officer as they were led off to an area cordoned off, that held many more police officers, cars and an ambulance. "Why do you need us?"
"Ms. Hathaway's stalker has taken action." The officer answered. "He attacked in the library. So far we don't no much, just that four shots have been fired."
"Two shots." Katie remarked. "He has two shots left. If he didn't bring more. That's enough to shoot them both, if he hasn't already."
"Don't talk like that Posh." Zack chastised, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure Freddy and Summer haven't done anything stupid. And they won't." He looked back at the officer. "That still doesn't answer why you need us."
"We don't know the school. And you know the hostages best."
Katie nodded. "What do we need to do?"
"What we really need is a line of communication. Do either Summer or Freddy have cell phones?"
"I don't think they have them on them." Zack leaned against a table that was set up. "But there's a computer in the room. If we can get another student over here, Gordon, he can set that up."
The officer nodded. "We'll send for him. Now from what we can gather, the stalker is Garrett Krikor. Do either of you know him?"
Katie rolled her eyes. "Yeah. He's a total asshole. He has a huge crush on Summer."
"Let's get to work, do either of you know which room of the library they were last in?"
"One of the tutorials." Zack was fiddling with his watch.
"Which is where?"
"The far side of the building. You should be able to get a lot closer. There's a line of bushes." Zack explained.
"We'll have to wait for the actual SWAT team to get here."
"Like hell!" Katie threw her hands in the air.
"We do not have the equipment to move in on a hostage situation."
Zack glared. "We're talking about observing in some bushes. Not bursting in and knocking down the door." The officer gave him a pointed look. "Do you think I'm not serious about their lives or something?"
Katie sighed. "Now you've done it."
"I did not say that Mr. Mooneyham."
"It's Zack. That girl in there? You don't know anything about her. Her name is Summer Anne Hathaway. She is 14 years old, and she has spent nearly all of her life in an abusive household that she just got out of three months ago. She's also a singer in a band, that we, and the boy in there, Freddy Jones, are also in. It's called the School of Rock. You may have heard of it, we recently won Battle of the Bands. She's also the band manager. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have won. She is the smartest girl you will ever meet. I've been dating her since we were both 11. You may not believe this, but I love her.
"In that school, she is locked in a room with one of my two best friends, and a nutjob. They both could die. Now you can either go back to those bushes with us to see if we can find anything that will help the SWAT team out, or we'll be going alone. Something tells me your boss wouldn't be to happy about the latter."
"I don't know what you think you're aiming at, but I can't let you go back there alone. We'll go. But you to do everything I say, got it?" Both nodded. "Good. Now we better get the both of you some Kevlars. Just in case."
§ § §
Summer looked up from biting her nails. On hand still tapped furiously on the table. "Well?"
"Well what?" Garrett snapped, looking up from his pacing.
"Are you going to do anything or are we going to sit here in an awkward silence till Kingdom Come with the body of our librarian?" Summer glared.
"Could you not mention the body please?" Freddy, who had put his hands on his knees and had his head in them, lifted his head long enough for his request.
"Could both of you shut up!? Need I remind you I have the gun? And to answer your question, we will be sitting here for quite a while because that door is not coming down anytime soon. But I can't guarantee that we'll be just sitting. Or that it will be silent."
"Well that's comforting." Summer reverted back to tapping one hand, biting the other.
Garrett watched her for a moment. "You need to stop biting your nails. It's a vulgar habit."
"So is shooting people." She stopped again.
"There's another thing we're going to have to work on. I find your attitude inexcusable."
"I happen to find yours the same way."
"Yes. But I have all the power in the room, don't I?"
Freddy put his head back up. "Don't do anything stupid, man."
"Your definition of stupid and mine are two very different things Jones. Now shut the hell up." Garrett walked towards Summer. He kept the gun pointed at her as he began brushing hair from her face. "Yes. Your hair will be much nicer long."
Summer's icy look faded, her lip already trembling as he continued with her hair. Every once in a while, his hand would brush her cheek. "Why are you doing things this way? Why couldn't you just slip me a note in study hall like other guys?"
"I didn't want to be like other guys. This was the advice my father gave me."
Freddy spat. "And does your dad reside in a mental institution or a prison?"
"What have I told you about shutting up?" Garrett sighed. "I had hoped you would reciprocate easily. It would save you."
"Save me from what?"
"Heartbreak. I'm the only one who loves you. Really loves you. You would have found out sooner or later. The later would have found to be more heartbreaking than it is now."
Summer grew quieter. "What are you talking about? I have plenty of people who really love me."
"Stop lying Summer. Your own father didn't come to see you speak at your graduation. Even after he promised. Your mother obviously didn't care. The band likes you because you get them their gigs. That's it. And Zack's a rocker. The only reason he stays with you is he's waiting for a piece of that ass."
"You lying bastard." Freddy began. "Is this what you get off on?"
Summer had begun moving the second Garrett had started turning. She startled him. When he fired, the shot was far from its target. "I'm not missing next time." He warned. Garrett then looked at Summer, who clutched a bleeding shoulder. "Why did you try and stop me?" He began taking his sweatshirt off and tearing it into strips.
"Because. He cares about me more than you ever will."
"Stop talking." Garrett began to wrap her wound.
For a while, Summer seemed frozen. As Garrett worked, his hands weren't staying by the wound. Freddy was ready to jump up and pull him off, when Summer slapped and kicked, saying unintelligible phrases as she backed away.
She stumbled over the librarian, and fell to the ground. His caused her to almost crab walk until she was against a wall of the tutorial. There she pulled her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth, almost in a trance.
Freddy watched, knowing instantly what had happened.
Freddy POV
Summer is freaking out. I think she's having the meltdown she never got a chance to have three months ago. Garrett started touching her. I think it broke her shields she had set up about Zack's dad. He never got a chance to touch her, she was too quick. But now, she was too scared I think. Who wouldn't be? We're locked in with a dead body. Along with the guy who killed her. And he wants to do her. That's great. Judging by what she's doing now, muttering and rocking back in forth, not quite crying, I'm gonna have to try and stop him.
The body is the worst part about this for me. I don't know why. There's just something creepy about being locked in a room with someone who's dead. The gun isn't bothering me as much. You can dodge bullets. Yeah it scared me when he was shooting at me. It scared me even more when I realized Summer had gone in front of him and now had the bullet wound. I can't tell if she's shot or if its a graze or what. I'm guessing either way it hurts like hell for her. Why did she have to do that? Didn't she get my memo? I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she didn't get hurt again.
Garrett, also known as the bastard, doesn't seem to know what to do now. I don't think he was expecting her to shut down like that when he tried something. I think he expected her to like it. Now he's pacing again. The only good thing is that he's limping. Summer got a good kick in. I'm not sure what it will take to get him out of the picture. You see these stories about psychotic people all the time. They have so much adrenaline, that they get shot once or twice and they keep going. That'd be great if that happened. Not. We have one gun, with one bullet, and guess who's in control of it.
I keep trying to not think about what's going on outside. I just think that Katie's out there. I'm so glad she is, but I just end up getting upset that I'm not with her. What if I never see her again, because the bastard decides he wants me gone again? That makes me think about Zack. Will he forgive me if anything happens to Summer? I've watched them since the semi- formal, they love each other. A lot. Sometimes I swear more than my parents do, and that's a lot.
This is bad though. I need to concentrate on getting us out of here. And keeping Summer safe from the bastard.
Garrett POV
I shot her. I shot the love of my life. That's just friggin great. As if I'm not in enough of a mess already. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to be mad at me. Jones was not supposed to be here. That librarian was not supposed to show up. I figure I have an hour maybe two at the most left before the police get in here. Not an ideal situation.
When I was wrapping her shoulder wound, thankfully it was only a graze, I tried to speed things up. I figured I shoot Jones if he tried to stop me. But then I was surprised. She fought back. Got a good kick in too. My knee is killing me. Now she's having a breakdown. I can't work with her like this. If I go near her she'll just kick me again. I don't need that either.
If I'm guessing right, she'll stop freaking out with someone familiar, who doesn't have intentions. However, the only person like that in here is Jones. I do not want him to get near her. He will end up helping her too much. I can't do what I want when she's like this. Who the hell am I kidding? I can't do what I want in the first place. I've gone through a thousand scenarios of what the first time will be like. None of them included being with a dead body, her brother like friend, or the police probably less than fifty feet away. But, I'm dead meat anyway. And hell if I'm not gonna get what I want first. "Jones." I find myself saying. "Calm her down. Now." What a shock. He finally listens.
Summer POV
Freddy's coming over. He's gonna help you Summer. He's a friend. He won't let anything happen to you. God listen to me. I'm thinking to myself in third person. Do I do this every time I freak out? Then again, I can't remember the last time I freaked out quite like this. Freddy's trying to talk me down. I can tell that much. His words aren't reaching me though. All I can think is that it happened. What I was willing to fight an adult to keep from happening happened. And I didn't do anything to stop it until it was too late.
What if Zack doesn't love me after this? I mean doesn't that make me a slut? That I didn't try and stop him? That's crazy Summer. You know better. Zack would love you after anything. You know that. I've got to stop this third person thing.
Freddy has me in his arms to get me to stop rocking back and forth. He's being careful not to touch my shoulder, but now I could care less. I'm scared out of my mind. A little pain is the least of my worries. I still am not getting what he's saying. I'm thinking about too many other things.
Why did Garrett have to close the shade? I'd like to have the glimmer of hope that we'll be able to get out of here. But no. He had to ruin that too. Why does everything have to go wrong for me? I'm not gonna be able to come back to this library now. I can hardly handle the kitchen at my house. God, please, let us get out of this. Let us get out of this. Help Zack and Katie not to do anything stupid against the polices orders. We need them. I know I've said I don't exactly believe in you, but I've never asked for anything, even when I was with my mom. Just let me have this one thing. Get me and Freddy out of here alive.
That's chapter five. How was it? Next chapter, well, I'll just leave you in suspense.
Random Quote of the Day: "Those who can't do, teach. And those who can't teach...teach gym." –Dewey Finn, School of Rock
In truth that quote wasn't all that random, I'm watching the movie as I write, but oh well.
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Author's notes: Thanks to all who reviewed. This chapter contains some point of view for each person in the library tutorial, simply to get what's going through their heads.
Ch5
"What's going on?" Zack asked the police officer as they were led off to an area cordoned off, that held many more police officers, cars and an ambulance. "Why do you need us?"
"Ms. Hathaway's stalker has taken action." The officer answered. "He attacked in the library. So far we don't no much, just that four shots have been fired."
"Two shots." Katie remarked. "He has two shots left. If he didn't bring more. That's enough to shoot them both, if he hasn't already."
"Don't talk like that Posh." Zack chastised, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure Freddy and Summer haven't done anything stupid. And they won't." He looked back at the officer. "That still doesn't answer why you need us."
"We don't know the school. And you know the hostages best."
Katie nodded. "What do we need to do?"
"What we really need is a line of communication. Do either Summer or Freddy have cell phones?"
"I don't think they have them on them." Zack leaned against a table that was set up. "But there's a computer in the room. If we can get another student over here, Gordon, he can set that up."
The officer nodded. "We'll send for him. Now from what we can gather, the stalker is Garrett Krikor. Do either of you know him?"
Katie rolled her eyes. "Yeah. He's a total asshole. He has a huge crush on Summer."
"Let's get to work, do either of you know which room of the library they were last in?"
"One of the tutorials." Zack was fiddling with his watch.
"Which is where?"
"The far side of the building. You should be able to get a lot closer. There's a line of bushes." Zack explained.
"We'll have to wait for the actual SWAT team to get here."
"Like hell!" Katie threw her hands in the air.
"We do not have the equipment to move in on a hostage situation."
Zack glared. "We're talking about observing in some bushes. Not bursting in and knocking down the door." The officer gave him a pointed look. "Do you think I'm not serious about their lives or something?"
Katie sighed. "Now you've done it."
"I did not say that Mr. Mooneyham."
"It's Zack. That girl in there? You don't know anything about her. Her name is Summer Anne Hathaway. She is 14 years old, and she has spent nearly all of her life in an abusive household that she just got out of three months ago. She's also a singer in a band, that we, and the boy in there, Freddy Jones, are also in. It's called the School of Rock. You may have heard of it, we recently won Battle of the Bands. She's also the band manager. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have won. She is the smartest girl you will ever meet. I've been dating her since we were both 11. You may not believe this, but I love her.
"In that school, she is locked in a room with one of my two best friends, and a nutjob. They both could die. Now you can either go back to those bushes with us to see if we can find anything that will help the SWAT team out, or we'll be going alone. Something tells me your boss wouldn't be to happy about the latter."
"I don't know what you think you're aiming at, but I can't let you go back there alone. We'll go. But you to do everything I say, got it?" Both nodded. "Good. Now we better get the both of you some Kevlars. Just in case."
§ § §
Summer looked up from biting her nails. On hand still tapped furiously on the table. "Well?"
"Well what?" Garrett snapped, looking up from his pacing.
"Are you going to do anything or are we going to sit here in an awkward silence till Kingdom Come with the body of our librarian?" Summer glared.
"Could you not mention the body please?" Freddy, who had put his hands on his knees and had his head in them, lifted his head long enough for his request.
"Could both of you shut up!? Need I remind you I have the gun? And to answer your question, we will be sitting here for quite a while because that door is not coming down anytime soon. But I can't guarantee that we'll be just sitting. Or that it will be silent."
"Well that's comforting." Summer reverted back to tapping one hand, biting the other.
Garrett watched her for a moment. "You need to stop biting your nails. It's a vulgar habit."
"So is shooting people." She stopped again.
"There's another thing we're going to have to work on. I find your attitude inexcusable."
"I happen to find yours the same way."
"Yes. But I have all the power in the room, don't I?"
Freddy put his head back up. "Don't do anything stupid, man."
"Your definition of stupid and mine are two very different things Jones. Now shut the hell up." Garrett walked towards Summer. He kept the gun pointed at her as he began brushing hair from her face. "Yes. Your hair will be much nicer long."
Summer's icy look faded, her lip already trembling as he continued with her hair. Every once in a while, his hand would brush her cheek. "Why are you doing things this way? Why couldn't you just slip me a note in study hall like other guys?"
"I didn't want to be like other guys. This was the advice my father gave me."
Freddy spat. "And does your dad reside in a mental institution or a prison?"
"What have I told you about shutting up?" Garrett sighed. "I had hoped you would reciprocate easily. It would save you."
"Save me from what?"
"Heartbreak. I'm the only one who loves you. Really loves you. You would have found out sooner or later. The later would have found to be more heartbreaking than it is now."
Summer grew quieter. "What are you talking about? I have plenty of people who really love me."
"Stop lying Summer. Your own father didn't come to see you speak at your graduation. Even after he promised. Your mother obviously didn't care. The band likes you because you get them their gigs. That's it. And Zack's a rocker. The only reason he stays with you is he's waiting for a piece of that ass."
"You lying bastard." Freddy began. "Is this what you get off on?"
Summer had begun moving the second Garrett had started turning. She startled him. When he fired, the shot was far from its target. "I'm not missing next time." He warned. Garrett then looked at Summer, who clutched a bleeding shoulder. "Why did you try and stop me?" He began taking his sweatshirt off and tearing it into strips.
"Because. He cares about me more than you ever will."
"Stop talking." Garrett began to wrap her wound.
For a while, Summer seemed frozen. As Garrett worked, his hands weren't staying by the wound. Freddy was ready to jump up and pull him off, when Summer slapped and kicked, saying unintelligible phrases as she backed away.
She stumbled over the librarian, and fell to the ground. His caused her to almost crab walk until she was against a wall of the tutorial. There she pulled her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth, almost in a trance.
Freddy watched, knowing instantly what had happened.
Freddy POV
Summer is freaking out. I think she's having the meltdown she never got a chance to have three months ago. Garrett started touching her. I think it broke her shields she had set up about Zack's dad. He never got a chance to touch her, she was too quick. But now, she was too scared I think. Who wouldn't be? We're locked in with a dead body. Along with the guy who killed her. And he wants to do her. That's great. Judging by what she's doing now, muttering and rocking back in forth, not quite crying, I'm gonna have to try and stop him.
The body is the worst part about this for me. I don't know why. There's just something creepy about being locked in a room with someone who's dead. The gun isn't bothering me as much. You can dodge bullets. Yeah it scared me when he was shooting at me. It scared me even more when I realized Summer had gone in front of him and now had the bullet wound. I can't tell if she's shot or if its a graze or what. I'm guessing either way it hurts like hell for her. Why did she have to do that? Didn't she get my memo? I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she didn't get hurt again.
Garrett, also known as the bastard, doesn't seem to know what to do now. I don't think he was expecting her to shut down like that when he tried something. I think he expected her to like it. Now he's pacing again. The only good thing is that he's limping. Summer got a good kick in. I'm not sure what it will take to get him out of the picture. You see these stories about psychotic people all the time. They have so much adrenaline, that they get shot once or twice and they keep going. That'd be great if that happened. Not. We have one gun, with one bullet, and guess who's in control of it.
I keep trying to not think about what's going on outside. I just think that Katie's out there. I'm so glad she is, but I just end up getting upset that I'm not with her. What if I never see her again, because the bastard decides he wants me gone again? That makes me think about Zack. Will he forgive me if anything happens to Summer? I've watched them since the semi- formal, they love each other. A lot. Sometimes I swear more than my parents do, and that's a lot.
This is bad though. I need to concentrate on getting us out of here. And keeping Summer safe from the bastard.
Garrett POV
I shot her. I shot the love of my life. That's just friggin great. As if I'm not in enough of a mess already. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to be mad at me. Jones was not supposed to be here. That librarian was not supposed to show up. I figure I have an hour maybe two at the most left before the police get in here. Not an ideal situation.
When I was wrapping her shoulder wound, thankfully it was only a graze, I tried to speed things up. I figured I shoot Jones if he tried to stop me. But then I was surprised. She fought back. Got a good kick in too. My knee is killing me. Now she's having a breakdown. I can't work with her like this. If I go near her she'll just kick me again. I don't need that either.
If I'm guessing right, she'll stop freaking out with someone familiar, who doesn't have intentions. However, the only person like that in here is Jones. I do not want him to get near her. He will end up helping her too much. I can't do what I want when she's like this. Who the hell am I kidding? I can't do what I want in the first place. I've gone through a thousand scenarios of what the first time will be like. None of them included being with a dead body, her brother like friend, or the police probably less than fifty feet away. But, I'm dead meat anyway. And hell if I'm not gonna get what I want first. "Jones." I find myself saying. "Calm her down. Now." What a shock. He finally listens.
Summer POV
Freddy's coming over. He's gonna help you Summer. He's a friend. He won't let anything happen to you. God listen to me. I'm thinking to myself in third person. Do I do this every time I freak out? Then again, I can't remember the last time I freaked out quite like this. Freddy's trying to talk me down. I can tell that much. His words aren't reaching me though. All I can think is that it happened. What I was willing to fight an adult to keep from happening happened. And I didn't do anything to stop it until it was too late.
What if Zack doesn't love me after this? I mean doesn't that make me a slut? That I didn't try and stop him? That's crazy Summer. You know better. Zack would love you after anything. You know that. I've got to stop this third person thing.
Freddy has me in his arms to get me to stop rocking back and forth. He's being careful not to touch my shoulder, but now I could care less. I'm scared out of my mind. A little pain is the least of my worries. I still am not getting what he's saying. I'm thinking about too many other things.
Why did Garrett have to close the shade? I'd like to have the glimmer of hope that we'll be able to get out of here. But no. He had to ruin that too. Why does everything have to go wrong for me? I'm not gonna be able to come back to this library now. I can hardly handle the kitchen at my house. God, please, let us get out of this. Let us get out of this. Help Zack and Katie not to do anything stupid against the polices orders. We need them. I know I've said I don't exactly believe in you, but I've never asked for anything, even when I was with my mom. Just let me have this one thing. Get me and Freddy out of here alive.
That's chapter five. How was it? Next chapter, well, I'll just leave you in suspense.
Random Quote of the Day: "Those who can't do, teach. And those who can't teach...teach gym." –Dewey Finn, School of Rock
In truth that quote wasn't all that random, I'm watching the movie as I write, but oh well.
A thanks to those who reviewed.
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Pannalid
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