Chapter 4

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-Summer POV- "SUMMER! TIME FOR SCHOOL!" Summer grumbled. She shouldn't of stayed at Dewey's so late. Too bad it was so hard to leave, especially when Zack showed up. When the memory of Zack hit her, she sat up straight in her bed and was instantly awake.

That was some dream....... Summer thought. She then shook her head. It was no dream. Zack had really been at Dewey's last night, which wasn't really that much of a surprise. What surprised Summer was how much of a different person Zack actually was then what people assumed him to be. Because of his exterior, not too many people paid attention to Zack except for the people that really knew him which wasn't many.

Summer hopped out of bed and started dressing into her school uniform. Her eyes scanned her dresser as they usually did when she was in her room but one object caught her eye. It was a picture of the whole band and crew right after their first battle of the bands back in the 5th grade. Everyone seemed so happy and carefree. Summer took a good look at Zack. For being at such a young age, Summer swore he looked like he would be a rock star someday. Too bad his father was so much against it. That was something surprisingly in common with Summer and Zack. Both their parents wanted them to be someone that they didn't want to be.

When Summer went down the stairs to get ready for school, her somewhat good mood vanished when she saw her mom glaring at her.

"Summer, what were you doing out so late? YOU know you have to go to school everyday. HOW CAN YOU GET INTO YALE IF YOU'RE FALLING ASLEEP IN CLASS?!" Her mom exclaimed.

"Sorry Mom, won't happen again," Summer said cheerfully when inside she was being torn apart.

"IT BETTER NOT OR YOU'LL BE GROUNDED YOUNG LADY. NO MORE BAND FOR YOU!"

"Ok Mother," Summer said in the same cheerful voice. "You can count on me!" Summer grabbed a pop-tart and walked out the door. "I'm going to school!" However, as soon as Summer was out of view of the house, she began sobbing. Almost Immediately though, she made herself stop. She had to put up an image for all the teachers and students at Horace Green High, where she attended school. They all thought Summer was a genius and tough. They would all laugh if they saw her crying like a sissy. At that exact moment in time, she wanted one person to be with her, to listen to her feelings, just as he had the night before. Zack Mooneyham.

-End POV-

Meanwhile, Zack had already made it to school. Zack didn't even bother going home because he would of just gotten yelled at some more, for not coming home at night and ruining his chances of getting into a good school. He didn't wanna hear it. He was sick of it. As he sat outside the school against a tree waiting for the first bell to ring, he felt so...defeated....and tired of everything. He felt like he didn't have anything to look forward to....except Summer. She had actually made Zack feel like someone special the way she listened and the way she talked to him. She was so different from the band manager Summer. He just hoped that she hadn't forgot about that night.

Zack looked out at the students coming to school. Some stared at him, whispering "That's Zack Mooneyham...yeah from that band, doesn't seem like the same person does it." He was so sick of it. But then he saw Summer. His eyes grew wide when he saw Summer walking, smiling and saying hi to everyone. But when her eyes found Zack, her expression changed completely. She made her way over to him.

"Um.....hey Zack," she said hesitantly. She began twirling her hair around her finger, something she always did when she was stressed.

Zack smiled. "Hey Summer"

"Can I talk to you?" she asked. She seemed almost, nervous, which was a character you'd never see in Summer.

"Sure," Zack said. He motioned for her to sit down, which she did.

"Um....I was hoping you'd listen and that you'd not think I'm a freak for telling you all this." He saw that Summer had tears in her eyes.

"NO! Tell me! I promise I won't think your a freak." Zack said.

"My mom almost killed me for staying out late last night. She thinks that anything I do besides academics, and school clubs will ruin my chances of getting into college. She said I'll have to quit the band if I'm out late again. I wish I could do something about this like tell her that I want a social life. But she won't hear any of it. No wonder I don't have many friends. They think I'm all about school, school and school. They think I'm a big know it all. But I'm just a normal person like them. I like to go out and have fun. I like a life outside of school. But they don't know that because they expect me to be Summer Hathaway, soon to be valedictorian of the senior class." She breathed in deeply after spilling out everything at once.

Zack looked at Summer, shocked. "That's ridiculous! Of course you should be aloud to have a social life! Your mom, dare I say it, is being a freak about all this. Just being a student and just doing schoolwork will kill you."

"I know, Zack, I know." And then Summer buried her face in her hands and started sobbing. She quickly tried to stop and wipe her eyes. "No one can see me cry. No one."

"Well, I can see you cry. I promise I won't think any different of you. You should have the right to cry. That's how you let all your emotions out." Zack said. "Just cry." Just then the first bell rang.

"Zack, I can't." Summer said. She then plastered a smile on her face and stood up. "I'll see you at band practice." And then she flounced away.

How can she do that?! She must have it really rough if she has to do that! Zack thought to himself. He slowly stood up and made his way to class. He had to help Summer. He had to be there for her. Too bad he was becoming more and more nervous to be around her. Whether he liked it or not, he was starting to like Summer Hathaway more than just friends.