Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, songs or anything in this
story. If it weren't for the makers and producers of School of Rock, I
wouldn't even have the plot.
Author's Note: Alrighty, here it is. The chapter most of you have been waiting for. The one where you come in!!! And, I have finally been critiqued!! So from now on, I will try my hardest to not put any Author Notes in the middle of the story. I will keep it for the end. See? I like being critiqued. Okay...so, for this chapter, all you have to do is say your name in your head when I write (1st Name). When you're talking to Freddy and the others, you can use your nickname if you have one. Like if your name was Alexandra you would say Alex. Whatever you want to do. And say your last name when I write (Last Name). Make sense? Obviously. All right...enjoy!
Chapter Four: The New Girl Freddy's PoV
Tomika left like she said, on Friday. We'd had one last practice on Thursday in which we all said goodbye. Gordon, who had taped some of our practices, made her a tape. He'd also interviewed us before to say goodbye and leave Tomika a message.
Tomika cried when she left, and the girls have been really moody since she left. Except for Katie, Zack seemed to be keeping her happy.
Wait, that didn't sound right. Eww, bad picture.
It didn't take long for the school to forget Tomika though. In fact, the Wednesday after she left, our new principal, Mrs. Feeley, walked in during the middle of World Cultures.
"Yes, a distraction!" I whispered to Zack. He sits behind me and Katie sits next to him. Not very smart of Mrs. Dunham now, is it?
He sighed and grinned happily.
"Sorry to interrupt Mrs. Dunham." She said then turned to us, "Students, I'd like you to meet your new classmate, Miss (1st Name) (Last Name)."
"Oh great. Another snobby rich girl who probably doesn't no a thing about rock and roll." Zack mumbled form behind me.
I laughed, because not only was he probably right, but he had basically just described all of us before we had met Dewey.
Only, as soon as the girl walked in, I was pretty sure he was wrong. But, before I describe what she was wearing, I think I better explain our new uniforms.
At Horace Green Junior High, the main colors are blue, white and gray. Guys uniforms are khakis or gray sweats for pants, light blue and white dress shirts, navy blue vests and dark blue or blue plaid ties. And of course, the same gray jacket as last year, only the Horace Green crest is in blue. Girls have plain gray or blue plaid skirts, light blue and white fancy shirt things, the same ties, button up navy blue vests and sweaters, the same jacket as the boys, and gray berets. Girls also have those really tall socks that go up to your knees, in blue and (of course) gray.
So anyway, she came in, wearing the uniform, only looking completely different than all of the other girls. She was wearing the light blue shirt, only it was unbuttoned a little, and the sleeves were folded up a bit. She was also wearing the blue plaid skirt, only for some reason, it looked much shorter than everyone else's. She had her jacket flung over the side of her shoulder, and she wasn't wearing those ugly tall socks. Instead, she was wearing those tight things, the ones that look like you're not really wearing them. She was also wearing her beret, only unlike some people (coughSummercough), she was actually wearing it right. And on her hat were a bunch of mini pins with band names on them.
Not to mention she didn't look scared or nervous. On the contrary, she seemed tired and bored.
"Hey, Freddy." I heard Zack whisper, "Close you mouth."
"Huh?" I asked, shaking my head as if I were coming out of a trance, then I realized that I had been staring at the girl since she had walked in.
"All right Miss (Last Name), you can take your seat right next to Mr....Mr...." She pointed at the empty desk right next to me, staring at me and trying to remember my name.
"Jones. Freddy Jones." The girl finished.
I stared at her, dumbstruck. How the hell did she know my name?
She walked over to the desk next to me and sat down. She grinned at my confusion.
"How did you-?" I started to ask as Mrs. Feeley handed Mrs. Dunham a folder and left the room. She just smiled even wider.
"I'm not an idiot when it comes to good music." She replied as she reached into her school bag and took out her binder. It was covered with stickers of rock bands, like Led Zeppelin, The Who, AC DC and The Clash.
She stuck out a (favorite color) nail polished hand at me and said, "(1st Name) (Last Name). Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, Freddy J-Jones. Same here." I said as I took her hand. We both smiled.
"And I'm Katie Montone." Katie said from behind, "It's nice to meet someone with good taste in music." My thoughts exactly.
"Well it's nice to know that Horace Green isn't full of snobby, rich kids." She and Katie both grinned, and I couldn't help but laugh, considering Zack had just assumed the same about her.
The rest of the morning was the same as usual, Mrs. Dunham calling on me, me not knowing the answer. Or maybe that was because I was spacing out. Anyway, it was a relief when the lunch bell rang.
Katie had offered to 'show (1st Name) around', so the four of us (including Zack) went up to the lunch line together. Me, Katie and Zack were piling up on food, but (1st Name) seemed to be a bit hesitant.
"Is the food...good?" she whispered to me.
"Yeah. What, do you think I'd eat just anything?" I asked.
She looked down at my tray, which was overflowing with food. "Do you really want me to answer that?" she asked with a sly grin.
"Okay so I probably would eat anything that's edible...but the food here's great. If it sucked, you could bet parents would be complaining."
"I guess it's just weird for me." she replied as we sat down at an empty table, "I mean, all my life, I've been going to public school, and trust me, food there is not pretty."
"Was it really that bad?" Zack asked as he sat down next to Katie. He still won't tell me what happened last Thursday. All he said was that he 'basically' told Katie how he felt. Apparently though, her reaction was a good one.
"Oh yeah." (1st Name) replied as she stabbed a few noodles onto her fork.
"So what are you doing here anyway?" I asked her.
She finished chewing and swallowed. "Well," she replied, taking a drink of her chocolate milk, "my parents have been dying to move away from where I'm from and after I took this weird test thing in school, Horace Green offered me a full scholarship."
"A full scholarship?" Katie asked, seeming rather impressed.
"As in fifteen thousand dollars a year?" Zack added.
"Yeah...I guess so."
"Wow...you must be really smart." I said, impressed as well.
"Not really." (1st Name) said modestly as she blushed, "So...enough about me. How about you guys? How long have you been friends?"
"Oh I don't know. We never really hung out before Dewey came along. But me and Zack have been best buddies ever since." I said in a girly voice, elbowing Zack in the ribs. He grinned, "But as for Zack and Katie...well I'm not exactly sure how long they've been...friends." I put a lot of emphasis on the last word, giving Zack and Katie a wink.
"What is that supposed to mean?" (1st Name) asked me, "Wait a minute...oh my God! Are you guys dating?"
"Well...I-I. Freddy...how did you--"Zack looked shocked.
"Hey you didn't say anything so I just had to assume." I said innocently.
"So...are you guys or what?" (1st Name) whispered.
"Yes. We are. Okay? Are you happy Freddy? Me and Zack are dating." Katie said rather loudly, causing a few people to turn around and look at her, and then start whispering amongst their friends.
I was shocked and (1st Name) seemed to be too, and she'd only known Katie for about half a day. But already they were like best friends. I looked over at Zack. He seemed to be about as shocked as I was.
"We-we are? I mean yeah, we are."
I laughed and (1st Name) started talking with Katie and pretty soon they were both giggling.
"So...I guess congratulations are in order?" I asked Zack.
"I guess so." He replied, grinning.
"SoOoOo..." I said...expecting more.
"So what?" Zack asked.
"Hello? Are you gunna give me details or what?" I whispered.
"Freddy! No way! Besides...there aren't many details to tell."
"You're boring." I grumbled.
"So..." Zack said, trying to start a new topic, "What do you think about (1st Name)?"
"What about her?" I asked cautiously.
"You know...does she – how should I say this – meet your requirements?"
"I don't have requirements!" But then Zack gave me a sure-you-don't look, "Okay...well, let's put it this way. She's obviously into rock, she's funny and... she isn't exactly the ugliest sad sack on the planet." Which, truthfully, was being rather vague. Because, there was no doubt that she was gorgeous.
"Oh! You so totally like her!" Zack exclaimed.
Katie and (1st Name) turned around and stared at us. I felt myself blush (unbelievable for me, I know) and they went back to talking.
"So...do you?" Zack whispered, "Come on man, I'm dying here! You can tell me."
"I-I don't know. Look, can we talk about this later? Come over my house after school."
"Alright." Zack grumbled.
That was the first time that school went by fast for me. Or maybe it was just because I spent the rest of the day absentmindedly staring at (1st Name).
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Author's Note—I did it! I wrote the whole thing without any author notes in the story. And I really think that I shouldn't have author's notes at all, because real author's don't, so I'll keep them for only important things. So, I apologize for anything in this chapter that may have insulted you. If you don't live with your parents, if you're lack toast and tolerant, if you don't like spaghetti, if your school food is good, if you don't go to a public school or if you think the way I had you dress made you sound like a slut. Again, I apologize. And I didn't intend to make you sound like a slut, if you could see what I was talking about, I meant for it to be cute. Oh, and those 'fancy shirt things' Freddy talked about were blouses, 'really tall socks' were knee socks, and 'those tight things' were nylons. In case you hadn't guessed. All right, you know what to do! Oh and if anyone knows of any other You/ Freddy romances besides Hardest Thing To Do, please tell me!
Author's Note: Alrighty, here it is. The chapter most of you have been waiting for. The one where you come in!!! And, I have finally been critiqued!! So from now on, I will try my hardest to not put any Author Notes in the middle of the story. I will keep it for the end. See? I like being critiqued. Okay...so, for this chapter, all you have to do is say your name in your head when I write (1st Name). When you're talking to Freddy and the others, you can use your nickname if you have one. Like if your name was Alexandra you would say Alex. Whatever you want to do. And say your last name when I write (Last Name). Make sense? Obviously. All right...enjoy!
Chapter Four: The New Girl Freddy's PoV
Tomika left like she said, on Friday. We'd had one last practice on Thursday in which we all said goodbye. Gordon, who had taped some of our practices, made her a tape. He'd also interviewed us before to say goodbye and leave Tomika a message.
Tomika cried when she left, and the girls have been really moody since she left. Except for Katie, Zack seemed to be keeping her happy.
Wait, that didn't sound right. Eww, bad picture.
It didn't take long for the school to forget Tomika though. In fact, the Wednesday after she left, our new principal, Mrs. Feeley, walked in during the middle of World Cultures.
"Yes, a distraction!" I whispered to Zack. He sits behind me and Katie sits next to him. Not very smart of Mrs. Dunham now, is it?
He sighed and grinned happily.
"Sorry to interrupt Mrs. Dunham." She said then turned to us, "Students, I'd like you to meet your new classmate, Miss (1st Name) (Last Name)."
"Oh great. Another snobby rich girl who probably doesn't no a thing about rock and roll." Zack mumbled form behind me.
I laughed, because not only was he probably right, but he had basically just described all of us before we had met Dewey.
Only, as soon as the girl walked in, I was pretty sure he was wrong. But, before I describe what she was wearing, I think I better explain our new uniforms.
At Horace Green Junior High, the main colors are blue, white and gray. Guys uniforms are khakis or gray sweats for pants, light blue and white dress shirts, navy blue vests and dark blue or blue plaid ties. And of course, the same gray jacket as last year, only the Horace Green crest is in blue. Girls have plain gray or blue plaid skirts, light blue and white fancy shirt things, the same ties, button up navy blue vests and sweaters, the same jacket as the boys, and gray berets. Girls also have those really tall socks that go up to your knees, in blue and (of course) gray.
So anyway, she came in, wearing the uniform, only looking completely different than all of the other girls. She was wearing the light blue shirt, only it was unbuttoned a little, and the sleeves were folded up a bit. She was also wearing the blue plaid skirt, only for some reason, it looked much shorter than everyone else's. She had her jacket flung over the side of her shoulder, and she wasn't wearing those ugly tall socks. Instead, she was wearing those tight things, the ones that look like you're not really wearing them. She was also wearing her beret, only unlike some people (coughSummercough), she was actually wearing it right. And on her hat were a bunch of mini pins with band names on them.
Not to mention she didn't look scared or nervous. On the contrary, she seemed tired and bored.
"Hey, Freddy." I heard Zack whisper, "Close you mouth."
"Huh?" I asked, shaking my head as if I were coming out of a trance, then I realized that I had been staring at the girl since she had walked in.
"All right Miss (Last Name), you can take your seat right next to Mr....Mr...." She pointed at the empty desk right next to me, staring at me and trying to remember my name.
"Jones. Freddy Jones." The girl finished.
I stared at her, dumbstruck. How the hell did she know my name?
She walked over to the desk next to me and sat down. She grinned at my confusion.
"How did you-?" I started to ask as Mrs. Feeley handed Mrs. Dunham a folder and left the room. She just smiled even wider.
"I'm not an idiot when it comes to good music." She replied as she reached into her school bag and took out her binder. It was covered with stickers of rock bands, like Led Zeppelin, The Who, AC DC and The Clash.
She stuck out a (favorite color) nail polished hand at me and said, "(1st Name) (Last Name). Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, Freddy J-Jones. Same here." I said as I took her hand. We both smiled.
"And I'm Katie Montone." Katie said from behind, "It's nice to meet someone with good taste in music." My thoughts exactly.
"Well it's nice to know that Horace Green isn't full of snobby, rich kids." She and Katie both grinned, and I couldn't help but laugh, considering Zack had just assumed the same about her.
The rest of the morning was the same as usual, Mrs. Dunham calling on me, me not knowing the answer. Or maybe that was because I was spacing out. Anyway, it was a relief when the lunch bell rang.
Katie had offered to 'show (1st Name) around', so the four of us (including Zack) went up to the lunch line together. Me, Katie and Zack were piling up on food, but (1st Name) seemed to be a bit hesitant.
"Is the food...good?" she whispered to me.
"Yeah. What, do you think I'd eat just anything?" I asked.
She looked down at my tray, which was overflowing with food. "Do you really want me to answer that?" she asked with a sly grin.
"Okay so I probably would eat anything that's edible...but the food here's great. If it sucked, you could bet parents would be complaining."
"I guess it's just weird for me." she replied as we sat down at an empty table, "I mean, all my life, I've been going to public school, and trust me, food there is not pretty."
"Was it really that bad?" Zack asked as he sat down next to Katie. He still won't tell me what happened last Thursday. All he said was that he 'basically' told Katie how he felt. Apparently though, her reaction was a good one.
"Oh yeah." (1st Name) replied as she stabbed a few noodles onto her fork.
"So what are you doing here anyway?" I asked her.
She finished chewing and swallowed. "Well," she replied, taking a drink of her chocolate milk, "my parents have been dying to move away from where I'm from and after I took this weird test thing in school, Horace Green offered me a full scholarship."
"A full scholarship?" Katie asked, seeming rather impressed.
"As in fifteen thousand dollars a year?" Zack added.
"Yeah...I guess so."
"Wow...you must be really smart." I said, impressed as well.
"Not really." (1st Name) said modestly as she blushed, "So...enough about me. How about you guys? How long have you been friends?"
"Oh I don't know. We never really hung out before Dewey came along. But me and Zack have been best buddies ever since." I said in a girly voice, elbowing Zack in the ribs. He grinned, "But as for Zack and Katie...well I'm not exactly sure how long they've been...friends." I put a lot of emphasis on the last word, giving Zack and Katie a wink.
"What is that supposed to mean?" (1st Name) asked me, "Wait a minute...oh my God! Are you guys dating?"
"Well...I-I. Freddy...how did you--"Zack looked shocked.
"Hey you didn't say anything so I just had to assume." I said innocently.
"So...are you guys or what?" (1st Name) whispered.
"Yes. We are. Okay? Are you happy Freddy? Me and Zack are dating." Katie said rather loudly, causing a few people to turn around and look at her, and then start whispering amongst their friends.
I was shocked and (1st Name) seemed to be too, and she'd only known Katie for about half a day. But already they were like best friends. I looked over at Zack. He seemed to be about as shocked as I was.
"We-we are? I mean yeah, we are."
I laughed and (1st Name) started talking with Katie and pretty soon they were both giggling.
"So...I guess congratulations are in order?" I asked Zack.
"I guess so." He replied, grinning.
"SoOoOo..." I said...expecting more.
"So what?" Zack asked.
"Hello? Are you gunna give me details or what?" I whispered.
"Freddy! No way! Besides...there aren't many details to tell."
"You're boring." I grumbled.
"So..." Zack said, trying to start a new topic, "What do you think about (1st Name)?"
"What about her?" I asked cautiously.
"You know...does she – how should I say this – meet your requirements?"
"I don't have requirements!" But then Zack gave me a sure-you-don't look, "Okay...well, let's put it this way. She's obviously into rock, she's funny and... she isn't exactly the ugliest sad sack on the planet." Which, truthfully, was being rather vague. Because, there was no doubt that she was gorgeous.
"Oh! You so totally like her!" Zack exclaimed.
Katie and (1st Name) turned around and stared at us. I felt myself blush (unbelievable for me, I know) and they went back to talking.
"So...do you?" Zack whispered, "Come on man, I'm dying here! You can tell me."
"I-I don't know. Look, can we talk about this later? Come over my house after school."
"Alright." Zack grumbled.
That was the first time that school went by fast for me. Or maybe it was just because I spent the rest of the day absentmindedly staring at (1st Name).
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Author's Note—I did it! I wrote the whole thing without any author notes in the story. And I really think that I shouldn't have author's notes at all, because real author's don't, so I'll keep them for only important things. So, I apologize for anything in this chapter that may have insulted you. If you don't live with your parents, if you're lack toast and tolerant, if you don't like spaghetti, if your school food is good, if you don't go to a public school or if you think the way I had you dress made you sound like a slut. Again, I apologize. And I didn't intend to make you sound like a slut, if you could see what I was talking about, I meant for it to be cute. Oh, and those 'fancy shirt things' Freddy talked about were blouses, 'really tall socks' were knee socks, and 'those tight things' were nylons. In case you hadn't guessed. All right, you know what to do! Oh and if anyone knows of any other You/ Freddy romances besides Hardest Thing To Do, please tell me!