Note: Thanks for the reviews, you guys!

des - it's funny that you requested Only One, simply because I'm going in the order that the songs are listed on the CD, and low and behold, Only One is next!

Crazy Chica 91 - I'm really sorry for the sad ending! I was just on such a rant that I couldn't help it... and in the end, I love sad fics, so I guess that was my own guilty pleasure right there!

This is my favourite song on the CD, so I hope I did it justice. Please review, tell me what you guys think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yellowcard, their songs, lyrics or music, or the names, characters and settings of School of Rock. As well, I cannot say I own any of the other things I may make reference to, so darn.

Only One

"Freddy, what's with you? You've been acting all weird for the longest time, man."

Freddy lifted his head from where it rested atop his hands on his desk and looked closely at Zack. Did he really not understand in the least what could be bugging him?

Zack kept looking at Freddy with his unrelenting stare. "Don't look at me like that, Jones. At least I'm asking, right?"

A bell rung throughout the school, and the grade 12 Chemistry class the pair of boys were in stood up and packed up their books in response. Freddy hunched over his bag, trying to stuff all his materials into it, when he suddenly looked up. His eyes locked with the black haired girl sitting front row, who was about to leave the room.

Zack followed Freddy's eyes. "Oh."

Broken this fragile thing now

The pair walked out of the room and across the hall; Freddy began to fiddle with the lock as Zack simply leaned against the neighbouring lockers.

"Why don't you just go talk to her, man? I mean, if you explain what was going through your head, she'll understand, won't she?" Freddy didn't say anything. "I mean," Zack continued, "what you did was for her own good, wasn't it? Once you tell her that, it'll all work out, and you guys can get back together, and then you can stop moping around like this!"

Freddy stopped what he was doing and rubbed his temples. "You're the one who doesn't understand, Zack."

"What do you mean, I'm the one who doesn't understand? Is that not what you did? Didn't you break up with her to 'save her'? I mean, that's what you told me, and if you're lying to me, well, you've got some bigger issues than your ex-girlfriend."

Freddy slammed his locker. "What you don't understand, Mooneyham, is that even if I were to explain to her what went down, I still can't get back together with her. It's just not fair."

And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces

"So… you're avoiding the situation completely, then?"

"Yes," replied Freddy, looking at the floor with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets, "that's been my plan."

They stopped at Zack's locker, where he began to turn his lock. There was silence between the two, heavy with tension and thought.

"Listen," Zack finally interrupted, "I get what you're trying to do, really. But this isn't fair to Katie. She has no idea why you dumped her like you did, and I think she has a right to know."

Freddy shook his head. "If she knew, she'd think she understood. And then she'd think that we could work through it, and that it wouldn't be an issue between us."

And I've thrown my words all around

But I can't, I can't give you a reason

Zack smirked. "You're up pretty high on your horse, aren't you? Who says she's even going to want to talk to you in the first place?"

"What? Why are you... You're the one who brought it up in the first place, Zack! Stop confusing me!"

Zack chuckled as he pulled out his books for his next class. "Listen, whatever. Think about it, think about the advantages: you get all of this crap off of your chest, she understands what went down, and maybe, just maybe, there's a chance of her wanting to work through it… And maybe you'll finally realize that that's what you want too, 'cause we all know it."

Zack slammed his locker shut and walked away.

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I feel so broken up

She was sitting right in front him. Her black hair was gleaming from the fluorescent lighting in the bright English classroom. Freddy placed his chin in his hand as his elbow rested on the desk, staring at the back of her head.

"…So, what is Shakespeare implying with his use of the dagger in Macbeth's mind… Freddy?"

And I give up

Great. "I'm not sure."

A quiet scoff came from the girl in front of him. She put up her hand.

"Katie, do you know?"

"He might be saying that Macbeth's wife --"

The rest of Katie's answer was drowned out by the loud bell overhead. With squeals of glee from the kids in the class and the teacher's attempt at assigning homework, the class began to assemble their things once again.

Freddy simply stared at the back of Katie's head. When she began to stand up, he did the same. Screwing up his eyes in concentration as she bent down to pick up her bag, he reached out to tap her on the shoulder.

"Katie."

Her head snapped back to look at him. "What?" Her harsh glare seemed to soften at the look of anxiety on Freddy's face. "What is it?"

Freddy looked into her eyes, seeing the confusion and hurt he had put there.

"What's wrong, Freddy?"

Made my mistakes, let you down

And I can't, I can't hold on for too long

"Nothing… Never mind."

Katie's eyes glazed over and she abruptly picked up her things. "Whatever, Freddy. I know you better than you think - you're just a big coward."

"Wha… What do you mean, I'm 'just a big coward'? How do you know I wasn't just asking for the homework?"

Katie laughed. Not her nice, tinkling laugh that Freddy had grown so accustomed to, but a harsh, accusing laugh. "Because Freddy Jones doesn't care about English homework. He told me himself." She looked at him straight in the eye. "He told me that he'd do anything to get out of it. I'm sure not being able to hear the teacher would be a perfect excuse."

Freddy looked down. "Maybe I've changed," he quietly replied.

Katie closed her eyes, hugging her books close to her chest. She bit her lip, and quickly turned to walk away.

Freddy's face fell.

Ran my whole life in the ground

All of a sudden, she turned back around. She walked straight up to Freddy, standing inches from his face. "Don't get me started, Jones; don't get me started on all the crap that you deserve."

And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone

Freddy couldn't say anything; it wasn't for a lack of trying, his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water with no sound coming out. He sat down and put his face in his hands.

"Freddy, you were the biggest jerk on the planet. And you know it. You'll never comprehend how much you hurt me; you'll never understand how much you shattered me. You don't get how much you meant to me, and how much my life revolved around us."

Freddy looked up, trying to sound casual. "Speaking of that, though... That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh? Is that what you wanted to talk about? What about it, exactly? Did you want the step-by-step, play-by-play version of my utter humiliation? Or maybe, you wanted to know how I've been keeping up just oh-so-well since it all happened."

Something's breaking up

"I don't even know what to say to you… I wish we could get back together, just so I could find a situation as embarrassing and heart-crushing as mine was. What's the equivalent of being dumped in front of one's family… Maybe your friends? The band? The school? I'm sure that could be arranged… What el--"

Freddy had had enough Through all of her ranting, he had an answer for everything. Everything was justified in his mind. He slammed his hands on the table. Katie immediately stopped talking, a frightened look on her face.

"If… If you so much as touch me, Jones…"

I feel like giving up

"I did on purpose, Katie. I had to do something so bad that you just wouldn't come back to me."

I won't walk out until you know

"What the hell are you talking about, Freddy?! Nothing warrants what you did to me! Nothing!"

"Like hell!" growled Freddy, standing up. "You don't understand, Katie, and thanks for trying, but you just don't. I broke up with you because I had to. Do you think I wanted to do it? Do you think I wanted to ruin the best thing in my life other than the band? You and music were all that mattered to me, why would I want to throw that away? Why would I want to place myself in such a miserable situation if I didn't have to do it? No one gets it - you don't get it, Zack doesn't get it… Everyone thinks I'm just a stupid imbecile for trying to protect you, Katie, because that's all I was ever trying to do. I was just trying to keep you happy; I was just trying to keep you happy, because if you had stayed with me, you wouldn't be the bubbly person I think I fell in love with."

Katie stayed standing, mouth slightly agape.

Freddy shook his head. "You and music, Katie… you were the only ones. Hell, I think you still are the only ones."

Here I go so dishonestly

Leave a note for you my only one

"Why?" Katie choked out, "why? Why did I deserve what you gave me?"

Freddy refused to make eye contact with her. "It doesn't matter anymore."

And I know you can see right through me

"Bull!" cried Katie. "That's absolute BS, Freddy Jones, and you sure as hell know it! Why are you still trying to protect me? You've pushed me so far away that… that I can't even explain what it feels like. Why are you still trying to keep up that barrier? Why are you still trying to push me away? Because I don't know how much farther I can go without falling over the edge, Freddy!"

Just let me go

And you will find someone

"How long have we known each other?" Freddy said quietly as he covered his face with his hands once again.

"Thirteen years… I think."

"How many times have you met my dad?"

Katie was silent in thought.

"I never have," she whispered.

Here I go

"Please don't tell me you think that's a coincidence."

"I… I never thought about it…"

Freddy was silent, refusing to lift his head from his hands. He heard Katie quietly sit in the desk in front of him. She tenderly placed her hands on his head, patting his hair in reassurance.

"How long had we been going out for, Katie?"

"Thirteen months."

"How many times did I bring you over to meet my folks?"

"None."

Silence.

"He'd hurt you just like he hurts me, Katie. I know it."

Scream my lungs out and try to get to you

"Freddy…"

"No, it's true. He doesn't care. If you're in his house, it's like he has a right. You'd get hurt, you'd get punished… You'd hate him and you'd hate me, and I don't think I could live through that."

"So me hating you for a different reason is better?" she asked as she combed her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah."

You are my only one

"I didn't do it for any other reason than that. I really think I love you, Katie… If I didn't love you, I think I would have just kept ignoring the idea of you meeting my family, or you spending time at my house. But I couldn't, because I knew you wanted to… And I couldn't let you."

I let go

"Freddy…"

"It won't work, though, Katie. I already told Zack that even if I tell you what happened, I couldn't let anything happen between us, because me telling you won't change what he does."

"Freddy, I can't move on anymore. Not when I know this."

But there's just no one that gets me like you do

"Neither can I."

"So where's the logic in your decision?"

Freddy shook his head. "No, you still don't get it; this has nothing to do with logic. Where's the logic in what my dad does? This whole problem is based on the lack of logic, Katie."

There was a long silence. Finally, Freddy felt Katie bend down and kiss his hair. She stood up slowly, picking up all her things, and made her way to the door.

"When you change your mind," she said facing the door, but not leaving, "just come and find me, okay?"

"'Kay."

You are my only one