"Ok guys," Dewey said to the band as we finished one of our latest songs, "You can have a break. If you need me, I'll be right here. I'm tuning my guitar. There's something wrong with the sound today. Once I'm done, I'll join you. Katie, you stay back, there's something wrong with your bass too."

"Hey Blondie, you're a little off today. What's up?" Zack asked while the band, minus Katie, walked to Dewey's couches. I looked at him. His brown eyes looked at me searchingly.

"Nothing," I shook my head.

"Come on Marta, something big has to have happened. You haven't sung this badly in years!" Summer added.

"Yeah girl, spit it out," Alicia said. I sat down on one of the many leather couches.

"Nothing's the matter, you guys. I'm fine," I assured them.

"Don't tell us that," Marco said, "You've been missing notes and singing off-key all day!"

"Nothing has happened. Everything's alright," I insisted. The thing was that I was so nervous that Katie might tell someone about my little, ok, big, ok, huge, FINE, enormous, crush on Freddy. Besides that, I spent every song staring at Freddy. When he drums, he does this cute thing where he bites the left side of his lower lip. He also bobs his head to the beat and sometimes, a few strands of his hair (which I love more than anything else about him) fall into his eyes and then go right back up into his spiky 'do. Usually, two strands fall into his eyes. One of them is about an inch away from the far right part of his forehead; the other is just off the center of his head. I must sound pretty obsessed to notice all of this, but I guess that's 'cause I am.

"Blondie, we all know you better than to believe this. I mean, we all know when you're lying," Freddy said, "We can tell something's up." My heart leaped while he was talking. That happens every time Freddy talks to me.

"Nothing's wrong," I shook my head.

"Marta," Freddy said with a serious tone, as he looked straight into my blue eyes, "I think I know what's bothering you. You know, Blondie, if you're hot for my bod, well it's ok; everybody is!"

"Shut up, Spazzy!" Michelle threw a pillow at Freddy. It hit him squarely on the head. Freddy pretended to look hurt.

"Michelle that seriously ruined my precious blond hair!" he pouted. Another pillow hit him, this time in the middle of his chest.

"Pillow fight!" somebody (I'm pretty sure that it was Zack) screamed. Pillows started flying everywhere! I escaped by going to the bathroom and locking myself in it, but not before being hit in the back of the head with a checkered pillow. About 5 minutes later, Dewey, with Katie's help, stopped the fight.

"Where's Marta?" I heard Billy ask.

"Yeah," Frankie said, "Where is she?"

"I haven't seen her since we started the pillow fight," Alicia commented.

"Why do you need her, Billy?" Katie asked.

"Well, I need to talk to her," Billy whined, "I need to find something new to do with her hair for our concert next month." I paled. Billy's been bugging me to cut my hair for a few months. I can't though. I've been growing my hair since I was 5; I've never actually had short hair! Right now, it reaches my waist.

"You aren't going to try to make her cut her again, will you?" Summer asked.

"Yeah, remember last time?" Lawrence asked.

Last time Billy had tried to cut my hair, he had started chasing me with scissors. We ran around the block about 7 times. I could've lasted longer since I'm the fastest runner in the school, and I have the most endurance. I won the school quite a few races in the past couple of years. Anyway, then, I tripped over some kid's skateboard. I dropped my bag so all my things fell. By the time I picked up all my stuff, Billy caught up with me. He was panting and sweating like a dog! He had this crazed look on his face and was approaching me with the scissors. I freaked out! I did the first thing that came to mind and punched him in the stomach. He fell over and passed out. I had no idea he was so weak! Anyway, he came to about an hour and a half later, but he hasn't tried to cut my hair since. Now, he's getting ideas again. Isn't this wonderful?

"Yes, but this time I'm going to sneak up on her," Billy said. I took this as my cue to enter the living room where the band was. I stood behind Billy with my hands on my hips and a frown on my face. A few people giggled.

"Umm, Billy," Alicia said.

"Shush, let me finish. I'm going to make her pay for what she did to me! She ruined my Armani shirt!" he whined.

"Billy," Eleni interjected. By then, everyone was giggling silently. Freddy smirked at me. I felt my face getting hot.

"Wait! It was mortifying! I fainted in the streets and everyone started staring at me, at least, that's what my mother told me happened! I'm going to get revenge on her for that!" Billy ranted.

"Billy!" Eleni repeated.

"What?" he asked. I regained tranquility by then.

"Turn around!" everyone cried. He turned around and saw me. I might be shorter than he is (most of the band went through a growth spurt in the past year or two, but I didn't...yet, I'm still hoping for a late growth period), but I'm way stronger than he is. He shrieked. Did I mention that Billy screams like a 6-year-old girl? I almost laughed, but stopped myself. I punched him in the stomach.

"Maybe you'll think twice about trying to cut my hair again!" I told him as I tossed my long blond curls behind my shoulders.

"Ok Marta, enough with the beating up on Billy," Dewey said, "I have an announcement.

"What's up Dewey?" I asked as I sat next to Katie.

"Well, since school for you guys is finishing in two weeks, I was thinking we could extend the band's hours. Would you all mind coming to band practice from 1:30 until 5:30 once school lets out?" he asked.

"Would we mind?" Eleni asked.

"Dude this is the best part of the day!" Zack cried.

"Yeah, the rest of the time, my Mom is always after me to clean my stupid room!" Freddy agreed. We all laughed. Freddy's room is a total wreck! Whenever any of us goes over, we usually try to help him clean a little bit, but by our next visit, it's a mess again! There are always clothes everywhere, papers strewn all over what we think is his desk, his bed isn't ever made and there are c.d.'s and rock band posters everywhere! Summer attempted cleaning under his bed once. She had the scare of a lifetime! She found a furry gray-green object under it! She screamed because she thought she saw it move. She called for Freddy saying that there was an unknown wild animal under his bed. When he poked it out with a stick, Freddy said, "So that's where the ham I bought went!" Summer almost passed out.

"So you guys want me to extend the hours?" Dewey asked.

"YES!" we all screamed.

"Lower the volume guys," Dewey said, "You're gonna bust my eardrums!"

"Fine then, yes!" Freddy whispered. Summer gave him a shot in the head.

"Why does everyone keep hitting me today?" he asked.

"'Cause you're an idiot," Eleni answered.

"Eleni!" Freddy said in a tone of mock surprise, "How could you say that to your darling brother?"

"Easy, like this, you're a stupid idiot," she said.

"Come on, Blue Eyes," Dewey said, using his nickname for Eleni, "Leave Spazzy alone." Eleni groaned and tugged her baby blue and white Von Dutch trucker hat down over her eyes.

"Resume rock positions!" Dewey yelled. We all got into our places and started playing.

When we were all walking home together, as always, the subject of what was up with me came up again. Are everyone else's lives so boring and perfect that they can't get their noses out of mine? Grr! I know that sounds pretty mean, but I hate it when they just dwell on things like that!

"Come on Blondie," Freddy said, "Just tell them you're hot for my bod!" He put an arm around my shoulders. I felt chills going up and down my spine.

"Shut up Freddy," Katie retorted, "The only people that are "hot for your bod" are those Swedish girls who sent you that letter!" We all laughed, even Freddy!

"Shut up Posh," he answered.

"NO," she replied, "You shut up!" The argument went on for another minute or two. Then Zack yelled, "Ok, both of you, shut the hell up and stop arguing!" Then things were quiet until Eleni started talking about the junior prom. She said that it's in two weeks and she still doesn't have her dress. Then, we all started describing our dresses, except me because I don't have mine yet either. We decided to go shopping together Saturday. She invited me to go to her house to look through catalogues. I called my Mom to get permission. I accepted Eleni's invitation.

When I got to Eleni's house, Eleni, Freddy and I walked in. Eleni and I ran up to her room and Freddy ran to his. As soon as we had opened the first catalog, we heard the opening notes to AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" coming from Freddy's room at full blast, which is next door to Eleni's. We were fed up of hearing the song (and Freddy drumming along) by the time the guitar solo started.

"Aargh!" Eleni shrieked as she threw one of her running shoes at the wall. The music stopped and Freddy came into Eleni's room.

"Geez, Eleni, would you quit doing that?" he asked.

"Geez, Freddy," she mimicked him, "Would you quit putting your music on so loud?" He grumbled a "Fine," and walked back to his room.

"As much as Freddy and I fight," she told me, "I do love him to the death, and I hate it when he dates sluts! I wish he would date someone in the band! At least I know that they're all good girls!" Eleni sighed. I nodded understandingly.

If only she knew how much I wished he would date me! I thought.

"Ok then, let's get back to work," she said as she picked up the catalog.

After we had worked our way through four or five catalogues, I found a few things I really liked. The things that stuck out the most were a knee-length ocean blue dress with a halter neck and a white scarf tied around the waist, a spaghetti strap mulberry dress with a few inches of black lace at the bottom and a long, red mandarin neck dress with a slit half way up my thighs. I didn't look at shoes, hair or jewelry yet though. We decided to stop then. We went to the Joneses' huge kitchen to have a quick snack and then I would go home.

"What do you want?" Eleni asked as she opened the fridge.

"I dunno," I shrugged, "Whatever you're having, I guess."

"Fine then, you're having a Klondike ice-cream," she said as she pulled two out of the freezer and handed them to me, her head still in the fridge, "We have to finish the two that are left."

"Thanks," Freddy said and grabbed one out of my hand as soon as I took them from Eleni. Apparently, he had just come to the kitchen and we hadn't heard him. Eleni turned around when she heard her brother's voice.

"Oww!" she screamed when she hit her head on the fridge door. She quickly got over it. She crossed her arms and jutted one hip out.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Freddy.

He shrugged, "Getting a snack, same as you."

"Fine then," she grabbed the remaining ice-cream from my hand, "That one's yours." She told me and pointed to the one Freddy was holding. Eleni walked out onto the Joneses' patio.

"Come and get it!" Freddy teased as he held it high above his head.

"Freddy, that's not fair!" I pouted as I tried pointlessly to grab the ice cream, "You know you're about 5" taller than me! I'm only 5, 1!"

"Sweetheart, life's not fair," he shook his head.

"Come on, Freddy!" I cried as I jumped for it. He shook his head.

"Fine then, I won't have a snack!" I said as I walked to the patio door. Freddy got in front of me. He shook his head.

"I'm feeling generous," he grinned, "We can share."

"What?" I asked, "How do you share an ice cream?"

"You lick, I lick, you lick, I lick," he said.

"Eww, Freddy," I wrinkled my nose.

Oh my God, I so want to try that with him! I thought gleefully.

"Take it or leave it, Blondie," he said, "Either way, I still get ice cream."

"Fine," I agreed, "But I won't enjoy it."

I'm such a liar! I thought.

After I, well, we, rather, had finished eating the ice cream, I walked back home. When I got in, I ate supper, not that I was very hungry. After all, I had eaten ice cream 15 minutes earlier and I'm never in a mood to eat after I see Freddy. Seeing him always ties my stomach up in knots. I only ate half of my food and played with the rest, writing my initials and Freddy's in the mashed potatoes and with the salad dressing. I'm such a hopeless case!

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Author's Notes

Disclaimer: I do not own School of Rock. The people at Paramount do.

Thank-You's wyverna: Thanks for the suggestions! As you can see, I altered one and used it.

hopelesslydevoted12: Thank you takes a bow. Actually, I was cracking up when I wrote the part about the Freddy and the lesbians' letter.

Random Comments: First thing, I realized that I spelled Zack wrong in the first chapter. I watched the movie with sub-titles and found out it wasn't Zach, but Zack. Second thing is a question. Ok then, does anyone know what exactly 'Spazzy McGee' means? If you do, tell me! Now then, R & R! Don't pretend you don't want to!