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So We Meet Again

Freddy was making his way to Room 215 to meet with Mr. Bard for his detention, his third one that month. Man they were really starting to rack up. He could hear the gentle footsteps of the janitor somewhere near by. After taking his seat, Freddy took out his paper and stared blankly at all the red marks on the first page alone.

"When will I ever get this shit?!" he muttered to himself, taking out some sheets of paper.

"Well Freddy, I'm so glad you decided to attend detention." Mr. Bard said from the doorway. Freddy gave him a small smile.

"I had nothing better to do." Mr. Bard took up a seat next to Freddy and they started working on the paper. After a half hour of major revisions someone's head popped into the classroom.

"Ummm...Mr. Bard is it?" came the voice of a girl.

"Yes Miss..."

"Shaw, Sir, Reina Shaw. I was wondering when you'd be done so that I can mop the floor. Just let me know when." Freddy looked up. The girl had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and was in baggy jeans and a T-shirt with cut off sleeves. Shaw? Wasn't that the name of the girl from the pool hall. She looked at him.

"Hey Prep." She smirked.

"Hustler." Freddy replied. Mr. Bard looked back and forth between the two. Then it clicked.

"Reina, it was Freddy that you were caught hustling?" she nodded. "Congratulations. He's never been beaten."

"Thank you Sir."

"Would you mind doing me a favor?" he asked. She shrugged. "I need to get something from the office, could you watch Freddy for a minute."

"Sure." Mr. Bard left the room and Shaw hopped up on one of the desks.

"So what you in for?" she asked.

"Bad grade and cursing in class." She laughed.

"Oooh, what a bad boy. Little preppy boy said some bad words."

"Come on! I'm not in the mood. What are you doing here anyway?"

"This," she gestured around the room. "Is my community service. I'm stuck here till the end of the year playing janitor." Freddy nodded and went back to his paper, silently drumming his fingers on the desk. Reina started mopping the floor.

"So, what band do you play for?" she asked while putting a chair on top of one of the desks.

"Huh?"

"Well you play drums, so what band are you in?" she repeated. This time Freddy looked at her.

"How do you know I'm a drummer?"

"You were tapping your fingers on your desk with amazing accuracy to Back in Black by AC/DC, usual drummers quirk, therefore I assumed you were a drummer. Care to prove me wrong?"

"Well Reina-"

"Please, call me Ray, only adults call me by my full name."

"Alright, Ray, yes I'm part of a band. The School of Rock."

"Are you guys any good? How many gigs have you had?"

"I'd say we're pretty good. Haven't had any gigs though. No one wants to hire a bunch of teens."

"Where do you guys practice?" she asked.

"In an apartment. But we're trying to find a bigger place where we can pull all nighters." Ray looked at him in an odd way, and then went back to her mopping.

"Alright, that's all for today Freddy, I've got to get going." Mr. Bard said coming back into the room. "Reina, you're free to go as well." She nodded and left the room. Freddy packed up his things and started for the door.

"Oh, and Freddy, we're starting on poetry tomorrow, so you'd better find a good tutor for that. Miss Hathaway isn't doing as good of a job as I'd hoped. But I will find someone for you."

"Yes Sir." Freddy headed out to his bike and saw another one right next to it. Pitch black with flames licking the gas tank and body. The chrome rims were so clean he could see his reflection in them.

"Admiring my bike drummer boy?" Ray said from behind him. He jumped a little.

"Hey it's a nice bike. If you didn't want me looking at it maybe you shouldn't have ridden it here. Where'd you get it?"

"Bought the parts and put it together myself, unlike some people, my Daddy doesn't buy me anything I want."

"Shut up! I got this bike for my seventeenth birthday! It was the only thing I got and I'm damn happy that I have it." The sound of a car came down the school driveway and stopped right in front of them. A green pickup truck with two guys in it.

"So Shaw, decided to go preppy on us?" said one of the guys.

"Buzz off Larry. I'm stuck playing janitor at the school. It just so happens that the Prep goes here."

"You goin' to the pool hall tonight?" Ray shook her head.

"Naah, I gotta work. Ryan'll have my head if I miss another shift. Hey Jones, you should stop by along with the band."

"Sure, where?"

"Ambrosia, on the corner of 4th and 16th. Just tell them you're with me."

"Shaw, you're inviting the Prep into Ambrosia?!" Larry said getting out of the van. He was tall and had muscles to spare, but Ray didn't seem to be intimidated by him.

"Listen Larry, I can invite anyone I want because I work there." He looked like he was going to punch her.

"Preps don't come to Ambrosia. Got that." He said dangerously.

"You're not the boss of me. Now get lost. Ya hear that Juan? VETE!" she screamed in Spanish to the guy in the car.

"Watch your mouth Shaw."

"Hey man leave her alone." Freddy said.

"So the Prep speaks. Listen man, if you don't want trouble I suggest you keep your poser ass outta this." Ray pushed him backwards.

"Shut up Larry. He and his band are coming so you can just fuck off!" Larry pushed her to the ground and hopped back into his car.

"Watch it Shaw, if I see him there, we'll be having a long chat."

"Looking forward to it Larry." She said coldly, getting in the last word. Larry and Juan drove off. Freddy helped her up.

"You alright?"

"Yeah fine. Be there tonight at eight okay? Bring everyone. Come by the bar, I can probably get you guys some free rounds of soda and some chow. Oh and make sure all your homework's done. Don't want you getting into any trouble now do I?" She mounted her bike, put on her helmet and rode off down the street. Freddy couldn't help but feel confused. Did she really want them to come? Or was she just using them as a way to get back at this Larry guy? Eh, they'd show up anyway.

The band made their way to the entrance of Ambrosia. Rock music could be heard from the parking lot. It was definitely a club. Two security guards were standing at the doorway. The larger of the two stopped them from getting in.

"Name?" he asked.

"Freddy Jones." The guard looked at the guest list.

"Jones, Jones...Nope not on the list. Sorry man. No name no entry."

"I told you this was a bad idea Freddy." Summer said annoyingly. "She obviously doesn't even work here."

"We're with Ray Shaw." The guard looked at him skeptically and reached for his walkie talkie.

"Yo Shaw, get down here!" They heard a voice crackle a response.

"Roger that." A few minutes later Ray showed up in loose fitting black pants and a form fitting black tank top. Alright, maybe she's not chubby. Freddy thought.

"Hey Jones, is this the band?"

"Band and Crew." He replied.

"They're with me Roger." The guard nodded and allowed them in. "Alright, hey everyone I'm Ray Shaw. I will be your janitor for the rest of the year. I work here most nights as a bartender."

"Zack, lead guitar."

"You were the one with Jones right?" Zack nodded.

"Dewey, founder and singer."

"Katie, bassist."

"Summer Hathaway, manager."

"Tomika, lead vocals." Everyone else introduced themselves.

"I'm Billy, the stylist." He looked her up and down. "Spin around." Ray complied. "You'd be perfect to model my new designs. I made them too short for Katie." Ray laughed and nodded, not noticing everyone shaking their heads no. Ray led them to the bar.

"Billy, why don't you have me try on the outfits?" Summer asked. "I am shorter then Katie."

"Because they'd look much better on Ray. They'd fit her form better."

"So what can I get you?" Ray asked from behind the bar.

"For me, a beer, and soda for the band." Dewey was about to take out some money but Ray stopped him.

"It's on the house." She handed them their drinks and pulled out a beer for herself.

"You know you shouldn't be drinking that." Katie said.

"Yeah, Freddy should know all about getting drunk, why don't you ask him about it." Zack teased. Freddy punched him in the arm.

"So, Jones is an alcoholic?" she asked.

"No, when I'm pissed off I get wasted." He replied. Someone on stage started singing Avril Lavigne. People on the dance floor were booing.

"Get off the stage!" Ray screamed. After much protest the person left and the DJ started playing some songs.

"Does that happen a lot?" Summer asked.

"Pretty much. Most people go up there to sing for the scouts that come around here. Weekends we have bands come and play."

"Scouts?"

"Yeah Tomika we get scouts here. MTV, VH1, Jive. Take your pick and I guarantee they've been here. MTV usually looks for dancers. The others search for groups that can rock."

"Can anyone perform?" Dewey asked obviously interested.

"Well, usually we book bands for the weekend when we know there's gonna be scouts here. The band would have to go through an audition with either me or the owner's son. During the week you can play whenever you want, or challenge someone from another band. We've gotten bassists, singers, everyone."

"Do you do anything?" asked Zack.

"Ray's been asked to dance for MTV numerous times." Another bartender said while giving Ray a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Ryan."

"MTV? Are you that good?" Marta asked.

"I'm not that great."

"Not that great? She's amazing...just won't dance for those pop bitches. Go show 'em." Said another bartender who she also gave a kiss to.

"Can't Chris, my shift isn't over for another few hours."

"Ray, my dad owns the place. Go and dance damit!" Ryan told her. Ray downed her drink and hurdled the bar top.

"Let's go dance!" she smiled. Once she stepped onto the dance floor, people moved out of her way. She pointed to Ryan and Chris to join her. The song ended and the DJ put on "Get Low". Ray rolled her eyes and started the routine. When it came to the chorus Ray slid on the ground and popped back up into a full body roll. The guys started break dancing. She did some fancy footwork and then started on the crip walk. At the end she spun around and landed on her knees. Everyone started clapping, and some guys were cat-calling her. Ryan pulled her up and he and Chris went back to the bar. Tomika and Katie ran over to Ray. Dewy and the guys went back to the bar.

"Ray that was amazing!" Tomika exclaimed.

"Can you teach me to dance like that?" Katie added. Ray nodded. The DJ came over with a video camera.

"So Ray, when do I get to show MTV all of these amazing videos?"

"When you stop playing this pop shit and give me some real Rock and Roll." She shot back teasingly. The guy nodded and went to leave but stopped in mid-turn. "Watch out for Larry. He's not in a good mood."

"Is he ever?"

"He usually is when you're around."

"Shut up man. I got some dancing to do." She smiled. "So you guys ready to dance or what?"

"The guys don't dance." Katie laughed.

"Everyone can dance."

"No, they don't. They don't know how." Summer told her with attitude.

"Well I'll change that...hey Katie, come with me." Ray said mischievously. Katie nodded and followed.

"What's your plan?"

"You like Zack don't you?"

"What?"

"I saw you lookin' at him when I was dancing. I'll teach you to dance like me so you can grab his attention."

"Really?!" Katie exclaimed and gave her a hug.

"I'll take that as a 'yes I like Zack'." Ray laughed. "You and I are going to prove Summer wrong. Do you know how to grind?"

"Yeah, I did it with some guys at school last year." Katie told her.

"Good. We're gonna get them on this dance floor."

"But how?"

"By making Zack jealous of course. I'll get a guy to dance with you, and then I'll go talk to the guys. Zack'll probably come over and break you two up. You make a comment that'll make him dance with you, and then Jones'll be alone, so I guess I'm gonna be stuck with him."

"Alright. But how do we get the guys?"

"Just follow my lead." Ray smiled and started doing dance moves that Katie was able to copy easily. They were in the middle of a body roll when a guy came over and tapped Katie on the shoulder.

"You wanna dance?" he asked. Katie nodded and Ray went to go talk to the guys. They were over by the bar. Dewey had left saying that he needed to get some sleep.

"So, where's Katie?" Zack asked. "Wasn't she dancing over there with you?"

"Yeah, but some guy asked her to dance, so they're grinding somewhere." Ray said nonchalantly. Zack nearly spit out his drink.

"She's dancing with a strange guy?! Where?!" Ray pointed to where Katie was and Zack stormed off. Ray couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh yeah, boy's got it bad."

"You planned that didn't you?" Freddy asked.

"Better believe it."

"So what do we do? Now that you've taken my two best friends away from me." Ray leaned over the bar.

"Well Mr. Jones, rumor has it that you're incapable of dancing."

"I'm not incapable of dancing, I just choose not to." He replied.

"I'll believe it when I see it. Come on, prove Hathaway wrong." Ray challenged. Freddy raised his eyebrows.

"You wanna dance with me?"

"No, I wanna dance with Dewey. Yes you! Come on! I'll teach you how to grind."

"Alright, but I don't need you to teach me."

"That remains to be seen." Freddy finished his Pepsi and followed Ray onto the dance floor. They were right by Katie and Zack who were grinding. Freddy came up behind Ray and put his hands on her hips. They started swaying to the music. Ray caught Katie's eye and winked at her. Katie blushed. Ray then did a little dip and swung around so that she was facing Freddy. She put her hands around his neck.

"Not bad for a little drummer boy." She teased. Freddy laughed.

"At least I don't get offers for MTV." He replied and was about to say something else when someone swung him around.

"I thought I told you to stay out of here Prep." Came the cold voice of Larry.

"Sorry man, I just couldn't stay away." Freddy replied.

"Well learn to. Ray's my girl so I suggest you back off." Now Freddy was confused. Ray was going out with Larry?

"Larry, we broke up the minute you cheated on me with that slut." Ray said coldly. "If you're gonna be a bitch then let's take this outside." Larry grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the club. Freddy, Katie, and Zack followed. Once outside they heard more screaming.

"We're not over till I say we're over!" Larry roared.

"Oh really? So when I caught you with that bimbo we were still together?!" she shot back. Larry moved closer to her until they were only a few inches apart.

"You're still my girlfriend." He hissed.

"No I'm not. I haven't been your girlfriend for over six months. And if you need me to hook up with another guy to get the message through then I'll do it asshole!"

"You bitch!"

"Hey shut up man!" Freddy said stepping forward so that he was next to Ray.

"Yeah, can't you see she doesn't like you?" Zack added. Larry punched Zack in the stomach and Freddy punched him in the jaw. Larry retaliated by punching Freddy in the face so hard that it was sure to leave a shiner.

"Leave them the fuck alone!" Ray shouted pushing Larry back before he could hurt them more. He smacked her across the face. Ray turned to him with a scared look in her eye. Larry seemed to have just realized what he did and froze.

"Oh my god, Ray, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to...you just...and...!"

"Leave me the fuck alone." She said quietly, not looking at his face. "Leave me and my new friends the fuck alone."

"You're still my girl." With that he left her alone, a small amount of blood trickling from her lip. She turned to Freddy and Zack. Katie was helping Zack up.

"I'm sorry guys...maybe you should just go. This was a bad idea." Ray walked back into the club to finish out her shift. Freddy and the others came in a minute later. Summer ran over to Freddy to see if he was alright.

"Oh my gosh Freddy! Are you hurt?" she asked worriedly.

"I'll be fine Summer. It's just a little black eye."

"Who hit you?! Was it Shaw? I knew coming here was a bad idea."

"It wasn't Ray. It was her ex-boyfriend Larry. The dude didn't get that she doesn't like him. Now, if you'll excuse me...I'm gonna go check on Ray." Summer was about to protest but thought better of it. She didn't want to fight with Freddy...no, she wanted to be with him.

Ray was over by the bar serving someone rum and coke. She was drinking another beer.

"You really should stop drinking that. Some people might get the impression that you're an alcoholic." Freddy smiled.

"Go away Jones. You don't wanna be seen with the likes of me." She said quietly.

"Actually I do." She looked at him oddly. "I wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I'm fine Jones. You don't have to worry about me...But thanks for sticking up for me back there..."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Around here it is. No one gives a fuck about anyone else. No one's ever stuck up for me."

"Like I said, it's not a big deal. Can I have something to drink?"

"Yeah sure, what do you want?"

"Can I get a beer?" he asked hopefully. Ray let out a small chuckle and handed him a bottle.

"Is that all Mr. Jones?"

"No...I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute. There's a few things I don't quite understand." She nodded and he led her back into the alleyway.

"What's up?"

"I was kind of wondering why you invited me and the band here. At first I thought it was to get Larry jealous, but now I'm not sure. Why are you being so nice to me?" Ray leaned against the brick wall.

"You really wanna know Jones?" she asked skeptically. He nodded. "It's cuz you're different. I knew it as soon as you placed your bet that night at the pool hall."

"Different? How?" She sighed.

"You were the first guy to ever bet money...the first guy I truly hustled. You were innocent. All the guys that come in are drunk horny bastards looking for some ass. They deserved it. With all of the guys it's if I win I get money. But if they win..." She trailed off.

"If they win they'd get to have their way with you." Freddy finished. She nodded and hugged herself.

"That's why I always win. No one has ever beaten me. If you didn't notice, that night I wore baggy clothes."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Well that was an attempt to get guys to stop hitting on me." She sat down on the ground. "I just wish this shit would stop. It's always flattering to know that drunks find you hott." She said sarcastically. Freddy took a seat next to her.

"Hey it's alright. You'll get through it...besides, I did get my money back." He told her teasingly. She smiled.

"So, are you and Zack gonna be alright?"

"We'll live. Our next task is to get him and Katie going out. He really likes her."

"She likes him too. I have a feeling they'll be going out very soon. You had better get home so that you're not dead tomorrow in English class." Ray smiled. "I'll see you at lunch...I'm the proctor fifth period."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Whoa sry every1 bout the spacing! I forgot 2 edit b4 i posted! SOOO SORRY!!! Alright, u can tell me if it sucked 4 all i care, but please review!