Author's Note: Please…don't hate me. I was just busy…and I promise that (when it's finished) the sixth chapter will totally make up for all the time that I wasted. The first two months that I didn't update was no excuse, but then I broke my finger, and had a cast on for a while…then the holidays. But anyway, my apologies. To those who even want to read this that is….

Chapter Five: Questions Answered Zack's PoV

For the rest of that day, it seemed that whenever I glanced over at Freddy, he was staring at (1st Name). So my question about whether or not he liked her was pretty much answered.

As the last class of the day ended and the bell rang, we all walked out to our lockers like normal. Alphabetically, Katie's locker is in between Freddy's and mine. For some odd reason (probably a screw up in the office) there had always been an empty locker next to Freddy's. So, Ms. Dunham assigned that one to (1st Name).

I was just putting my books into my bag as usual when I hear (1st Name) exclaim, "Wow! That's so cool! Where'd you get it?"

I turned my head only to see that she was looking at Freddy's jean jacket. On the back of it, 'School of Rock' was spelled in glittery-red, capital letters. On his left sleeve his name was stitched, and where his left breast pocket should have been, there were a pair of stitched drumsticks.

"Billy had them made for the whole band. Pretty awesome band stylist, huh?" Freddy replied.

(1st Name) looked up and down the row of lockers and saw the rest of us pulling on similar jackets, all denim with our own names and pictures stitched onto them. Instead of wearing our school jackets, most of us like to wear these while the weather is still warm enough.

"They're wicked awesome! Did you make them yourself, Billy?" (1st Name) asked, turning to him.

"A true stylist never reveals his secrets." Billy answered slyly, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pick up my order at the material store for the concert in October." He shut his locker, gave (1st name) a polite-goodbye-nod and walked off.

"Shoot…I forgot about that." Freddy muttered absentmindedly as he too, shut his locker, but remained where he was as he waited for (1st Name).

Katie and I finished with our lockers as well, and as soon as (1st Name) finally shut her own locker, the four of us walked down the hallway together. Just as we were at the end of the hall however, it happened…again. A large group of people started advancing toward us, at a very quick pace. Without giving them a chance, I snatched Katie's hand and pulled her with me, past the crowd, around the corner and out of the open doors. We both quickly dodged behind a few nearby bushes, breathing heavily. I slid down against the wall, and Katie followed suit, resting her head on my fast-sinking chest.

For a few seconds, I was so comfortable with Katie, I completely forgot that we had left Freddy and (1st Name) inside with the mob. Just as this thought crossed my mind, I heard some snobby girl inside snapping:

"Move you little (rhymes with more) he's mine."

Then Freddy's snarling reply: "Watch your mouth, you...(female dog) I'm not, 'yours', I never will be. And all of you…do us a favor and keep your pathetic obsessions to yourself."

He and (1st Name) soon came out of the doors, Freddy looking like steam was about to come out of his ears, and (1st Name) appearing shocked. Katie and I quickly stood up and came out from behind our hideout.

"Come on, Zack. Let's go." Freddy said, "Bye, (1st Name). Later, Katie."

I waved good-bye to Katie then jogged to meet up with Freddy's hurried steps as she and (1st Name) walked off in the other direction.

We reached Freddy's house pretty quickly, probably because he had walked so rapidly, that I was practically panted as he slammed his bedroom door and I collapsed onto his chair.

"So…" I asked after catching my breath. I looked over at Freddy awkwardly, for he was pacing back and forth with his coat still on.

"All right!! I like her. Okay?"

"Uh…Fred, I wasn't trying to pressure you or anything. But I gotta say you've only known the girl-''

"One day. Less than one day actually. Look, I know that I barely know her but… I dunno I just have this feeling that…" he froze, " I mean, just look at her. She's really funny, smart, has great taste in music and is really, really pretty." Mind you, he said this all in one breath.

"Well, I have to say that I can't argue with you there. But still-"

"I know, I know. But she's perfect. I just can't stop thinking about her."

"At least you know that I'm telling the truth when I say I know how you feel."

"Yeah…But you and Katie are together now." Freddy said, staring off into space.

"Exactly, because I took your advice and told her how I felt. And things worked out quite well, I might add."

Freddy's head snapped up. "You aren't suggesting that I tell her that I like her?"

"That's what you told me to do."

"That's different. You'd known Katie for a really long time. I've only known (1st Name) for like, six hours. Not even. I don't know her well enough to know if she's the… the…"

"The one?" I offered awkwardly.

"Yeah…I guess so. Or at least, the one for right now."

We were both quiet for a few minutes; Freddy, probably digesting everything and me just sitting the awkwardly until he brought up another subject. A subject that I'm pretty sure won't be dropped pretty soon.

"So, you and Katie are dating, huh?"

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A/N- Nice long chapter coming up next.