AN: Hello, hello, hello! I was so happy to hear from all of you! Thank you so much, everyone! I finally updated, hurrah! I'll do some brief responses to you loverly reviewers, and then get to the next chapter! Oh god, I hope I don't make it into a sap-fest. I hope you like it. It lets you see them all in school! Haha, school, something I don't plan on thinking about in reality until summer's over...And they each get their turn with Summer. Now you review and tell me which one she should be with now. Oh, it's so difficult. I've been thinking about what the older Freddy would look like...have any ideas or celebrity look-alikes? And not Draco...lol. I was watching SOR the other day...and you know that part where the three are looking at No Vacancy perform at the battle of the bands? Well, when Dewey calls them over, Freddy puts his arm on Summer's shoulder! Lol...ok so maybe I'm really weird and tend to notice inconspicuous things like that. And when the band was pretending to suffer from stick it to da man niosis, and Mr. S. gave the signal that the plan worked, Zack high fives with Summer! Lol, ok now I'm really just plain paranoid. Ok, I'll stop now.. By the way, if anyone is still reading this...Although I'm not needy...and no one has to respond...but I suck at critiquing my own work...Guys, you're reviews were super, but I need to know what's wrong with them, so please be harsh and don't sugar coat anything. If I'm losing my touch, just
Disclaimer: I don't own SOR, but it would be pretty awesome.
By Cellar Door Rock
Remussweetie- You were my first reviewer, and for that, and taking the initiative to read my first fic ever that had no reviews at all:) Thank you, and the plot will yes, be thicker than oatmeal and glue!
Heartbreakerginny- Thanks for the review! I hope so too.
Rockstarhobbit- No! Not poor innocent, adorable,wittle Freddykins! Slimeball? Nah...haha..breaks into off tune song it was only a kiss, how did it end up like this…lalala!
Spikesdreamer-I totally agree, and am honored to hear that you think mine is done properly. Yay! Haha, I really don't know what I'm doing or where this is going! I'm sitting by my computer, staring at Microsoft word, trying to convince my self.."No it has to be Freddy...Aww but Zack is adorable!...But Freddy has that whole badboy thing going on.." and so on..haha! Sorry to bore ya. Thanks for taking the time to leave such a long review! I hope I don't disappoint you with this next one..
Olivetree1- Really? It's great? gushes Haha, thanks! Let the cuteness begin! God, am I corny or what?
Blackblood- Haha! That's a great way to determine the outcome of the story- hair color- the very meaning of our existence! ;)
Sweetcaroline- Haha! I don't believe that...I've read your fics and they are adorable and funny! Yes, this is my first fic...Its scary- the anticipation of reviews- will they be flames? Dun dun dun! About the title, you really think so? I've been racking my brain trying to find another one, but hey, if you say so...:)
Prudence the Rushmore Yankee- I totally agree with you on that. Aww, I'm flattered! Thank you so much!
"Ladies and Gentlemen"
Chapter Two-
The shrill, jittering school bells rang, and students littered the hallways like common lab rats would respond. One ding meant out. Two dings meant cheese or feeding time. Among these many so called "lab rats" scurrying to their lockers in order to exchange their books and folders was the most prestigious band manager of School of Rock. Well, the only band manager of School of Rock, but if there were others, she would be the most prestigious, that I assure you.
As Summer Hathaway decoded her locker combination, a friend of hers decided to drop by and "bless" her with his presence, or that was how he saw it as he strode over to her. He took an arm and leaned over to locker number 336, whereas her locker was number 331, coincidencially a neighbor to locker 336. She tried her best to ignore him, and would have succeeded if he hadn't begun talking.
"Hathaway, impeccably perfect and preppy as always. Not a single stray hair in sight."
To better demonstrate this, he took a free hand, and made a swift movement with his fingers to tuck in a nonexistent strand of hair behind her ear. She hastily removed the hand, mumbling a quick "don't touch me," and looked at him with a most common, if not polite expression that if put verbally would be "what do you want?"
"Jones, impeccably flawed as always. What, did Miss Make Out with Freddy Jones Disgustingly During Free Break Between Second and Third Period not show up today? Or is it just human nature now to bug me?"
Freddy just gave a careless smile and shrugged back.
"Huh, well at least you're interested enough about my life to know about my whereabouts. What in the world could this mean, Hathaway? Don't go falling for me now. I'll break your heart." He answered cockily.
Summer mocked horror, and their silly little game continued.
"The reason I know about this is because it's disgusting. It's like you're trying to eat her face!" She animatedly told him. "The whole school knows about your reputation as Horace Green's playboy, rich heartthrob bad boy drummer for the ladies." She expressed with sarcasm, even though it was so true. " You don't need to press a girl up a locker, my locker for better clarification, sticking your tongue down her throat, and pretending you can't hear me when I ask you to move, to prove that, so step off."
This only made him grin, which caused Summer to get even more annoyed. She believed that nothing could faze Freddy Jones, and she had yet to be proved wrong. However, there was this one time when she stole his drumsticks when they were in the fifth grade...but that's completely off the subject.
Summer threw her hands up in the air in defeat, and decided to go about this another way, realizing that she simply couldn't win.
"Doesn't anything affect you, Freddy Jones?" she sighed, not really asking him, shut her locker and walked away to her next class, seconds before the bell rang once again signaling the lab rats back to class.
The blonde drummer ran a hand through his hair, opened his mouth, prepared to shout it to the world, declaring it to all the students of Horace Green, and getting it over with, but decided not to.
You do. Summer Hathaway.
A chestnut haired guitarist sat at his chair, his eyes never leaving the girl who was Summer Hathaway. English class had just begun, and he stared at her unrelentessly, as he couldn't help but observe her. It was involuntary, if one were to describe it, because he merely couldn't will himself to look away. To any other person, it wasn't possibly interesting to watch as she frowned in concentration and took notes. However, to Zack, it might as well have been the most fascinating thing in the world.
The teacher- a middle aged lady who had hawk like eyes and always pronounced every syllable and every letter in every word, who Zack had decided to tune out the first week of the semester, was drolling on about something he could have cared less about.
Apparently, someone up there must have wished him horrible humiliation and despair. Otherwise, why in the world would a teacher call on a student, especially himself, he thought wryly when looking back.
"Mr. Mooneyham, what were the intents and purposes of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina?"
Damn. Why'd she have to call on me?
He'd read the book, but seeing as all of the characters' names ended with –ski, and it was one of the most depressing, sunshine killing things he had ever read...
She throws herself under a train for god's sake!
Apparently, this conflict in his mind was not during a time when it was possible for time to stand still for 23 seconds, therefore, the teacher shook her head disapprovingly.
Summer raised her own hand, and answered, " To demonstrate the problems within a small society that is formed within a household," and the teacher went back to her lecturing.
" Mr. Mooneyham, perhaps you would like to pay attention to this lecture."
The entirety of the class of thirty something turned around to stare at him, including Summer Hathaway. Especially Summer Hathaway.
"Yes, Mam."
Fate had played a cruel joke that day, for she wasn't done yet, proceeding to humiliate him.
"Perhaps you'd pay more attention if it were Ms. Hathaway giving this lesson instead," she said, noting Zack's ever-faithful attention to the girl.
He could hear a chorus of laughs coming from fellow students, where as the only one who wasn't laughing was Ms. Hathaway herself. She merely blushed, looked away, and tried to act as if the notebook and pen on her desk was the most interesting thing in the world.
Zack glanced over to her, and thought that he saw her with the faintest smile, but knew he was just seeing things, and managed to look away, sorry that he had embarrassed her as well. The bell rang, and like lab rats, the students poured out back into the hallways of Horace Green.
AN: Things are gonna be awkward at band practice..(.oo too many hints.)Thought Freddy and Zack, and possibly even Summer, but we'll see what she's thinking in the next chapter. Poor girl, going through all the torture and perils of teenage life that always happens during the whole two guys, one girl triangle..oh well, its mighty fun to see it happen! Please review! And don't worry, the other band members will make appearances too, I promise! I just noticed that that class lasted very little.