Author's Note: Hey everybody! This is my first School of Rock fanfiction. Until now I've only written Harry Potter stuff but I wanted try something new and since School of Rock is one of my favourite movies I decided to give it a shot. This story is told from the point of view of several characters from the movie. The chapters will be named after songs that somehow inspired me to write this, so I suppose we can call it a songfic. Reviews are highly welcome! Your critics and suggestion are essential for me to improve my writing. Now I shall leave you to the fic! Hope you like it!

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Echo

"I think about your face

And how I'm falling to your eyes

The outline that I trace

Around the one that I call mine

Time that called for space

Unclear where you drew the line

I don't need to solve this case

And I don't need to look behind

Close my eyes, let the whole thing pass me by

There is no time to waste, asking why

I'll run away with you by my side

I'll run away with you by my side

I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride

Do I expect to change the past I hold inside?

With all the words I said repeating over in my mind

Some things you can't erase no matter how hard you try

An exit to escape is all there is left to find."

Here I am, staring at her. Again. I mentally slap myself and turn my eyes to my desk sighing inaudibly. I've been trying to fight this feeling away with no success… I know she doesn't like me that way, she never will and even if she did, it would never work. We're too different, like day and night, water and oil, Classical and Rock. However that doesn't make me love her any less, au contraire! Love… Damn, it's so scary and it's even scarier to hear myself admitting it! Of course nobody knows about my feelings, I've done a great job hiding them in the past few months. It wasn't easy though, there were times I thought my heart would explode if I didn't tell anyone. Now I see there's no point in telling people that I love her, it won't make her love me back now will it? Besides she would find out sooner or later and that would be the ultimate humiliation.

I can only imagine her reaction… she wouldn't believe it at first, then she would laugh and then she would try and analyze me. She always analyzes everything and everyone, it's part of her nature. I don't want to be analyzed though nor do I want her rational, down-to-earth theories. I just want love, pure and simple, strong and passionate… and everlasting. Sounds a bit old-fashioned huh? Especially for a guy like me who changes girlfriend every week. When you're blessed with good looks you can easily get any girl you want even if you're a massive jerk. All chicks from Horace Green would give their left arm to go on a date with me, all except one… and that is precisely the girl I want. Most people would say it's not love what I feel… Some would say it is obsession, others would state it's wanting what you can't have. Well, they're all wrong. True love is often mistaken by obsession and lust because of its intensity.

I raise my eyes off the desk as I feel the pressure of an insistent staring at the top of my head. She's glaring at me and God I know exactly what that means: it's the you-should-be-paying-attention-instead-of-daydreaming glare. I look back at her and recline on my chair flashing her my best smirk… I know it gets on her nerves and that's what I want, to annoy her as much as possible. I tilt my head slightly not breaking eye contact… I actually find these staring games of ours quite amusing but also quite painful. Hiding behind a mask of ironic coolness isn't very easy when her dark orbs are literally trying to fulminate me. Her cheeks are flushed and her jawbone is tense, I can tell angriness is boiling up inside her even though she's doing her best to restrain herself. It's so funny to see her desperately fighting to keep her composure… no, she would never lose control in the middle of a class. That would be her ultimate humiliation! I wish she would though, I wish she would yell at me or slap me across the face. At least I would finally know the wild, fiery being that lives inside that serious, uptight person.

She shakes her head in bitter disapprove and lowers her eyes. I won, I always do, however that doesn't make me feel me good, or happy or proud. Just empty. If I can't make her love me then I'll make her hate me, that's my most recent motto. You may think it's stupid and childish but it isn't. Love and hate are separated by a fine line, like Yin and Yang. So it's quite alright if she hates me… at least she arbours feelings for me, no matter how negative they are. Indifference on the other hand is something I could not live with. The bell rings and everybody jumps off their seats, thrilled that classes are over for the day. I gather my things slowly, still immersed in my thoughts and prepare myself to exit the room but something makes me stop dead in my tracks. She's standing at the door, leaning against its frame, arms folded to her chest, her brown eyes trying to burn into my soul. The game's over my dear and you've lost so deal with it! I raise a brow and look at her, erasing every single trace of emotion off my face as I take a few steps in her direction.

" What? "

She unfolds her arms and lifts her chin to stare properly at me. I feel a sudden urge of pulling her into a kiss but hold myself back. Her delicate features are just as unreadable as mine.

" We needto talk Frederick. Now. "

A/N: Short chapter, I know! The next one will be bigger, I promise! So... how was that?