Note: Just to clear a few things up. This is AU, and I have watched School of Rock before, I own the bloody DVD. And I just thought the plot of this great book fall in the romance of Freddy and Katie. The book's called Love & Skate. I recommend it, although it's not something challenging to read, more like a book to relax oneself. Freddy is coming in later, okay?

And Lucas is not going to end up with Katie. Katie already stated she had no such feelings for Lucas. And would you wait till everything is cleared up to flame. If you would be so gracious to prove me wrong about my story, please do. But if you've got nothing better than to say my story is disapproved by your standard of SOR fictions, please by all means, go to hell.

And since I do not live in America, I don't know which regions are wealthy or poor. Blah-blah-blah I do not know anything on America, so stop bothering me on facts!

To all my other reviewers: Thank you so much, I appreciate constructive criticism, but I have to draw the line somewhere. For the person who considered this fic AU and was sort of part flame, I appreciate your consideration.

Chapter Two: Bickering

Vintage Records was rather empty on this day, with only a few customers browsing about. Katie was rearranging racks of CDs that were shipped in just today, when the store bell rang. In stepped her father, who by the looks of it, had just got off work.

"Katie? You were late getting home yesterday! I want you in by six or else," her father warned with a pointed finger. Katie ignored her father, and kept on rearranging the stacks. Finally she looked up just in time to see him stalk off again, with no explanation for this public outburst. A strong hands gripped her shoulder, and she stiffened before she heard the soothing voice of her boss.

"Don't worry Katie," Eric said lightly, "I'll let you off early tonight. You're the best employee anyway, you deserve a break."

"I'm your only employee," she said cheekily.

"But still the best." Katie smiled at his complement.

Katie had studied Eric's features, he was quite old, and loved to play just about everything, from drums to the piano. He was a multi-talented man when it came to musical instruments. She had seen the walls of his private office, adorned with pictures of him on stage playing. Katie could never spend long in there snooping around, because every time she thought she was alone, Eric would once again find her, too shoo out.

Just like he did this time.

"Out Katie," he hissed playfully, "Next time you won't be so lucky."

"Darn."

Katie collided into a solid object and took a more careful look to whom she had bumped into. After she realized it was Lucas, she didn't need to be so polite anymore.

"Hi Katie," he greeted her. One arm was draped over what seemed his broken drum.

"Give it here," she managed to sigh out. Extending her arm, she unhooked it from his grasp and settled it on the table.

Eric came around from the back to see Lucas. "What are you doing here?" he asked, "I thought you were supposed to be at Band Practice."

"I could—but I busted my drum," Lucas explained.

"Meaning you came to Katie for a free fix-up?"

"Ooh, busted," Katie muttered, biting her lip.

"But I haven't got any—"

"Who said anything about money?" Cody replied, "I only said you had to pay—in whatever means necessary. So you can start by helping Katie stack these—many CDs."

Lucas's face lit into a smile. "Awesome."

Lucas got busy and took the pile of CDs that Katie handed to him. "Here you do these," she started saying, "And I'll go over there and repair your stupid drum."

Lucas nodded as he shifted through the names of the bands. Katie sighed and gave up. Whenever Lucas was near any CDs, his impulse was to buy. Although you couldn't blame him. Most of the CDs in Vintage Records, were suited to the tastes of all the band members and sort of inspired them.

It took them four hours to get everything done, and when they managed to do that, Eric had let Katie go. She needed to gather a few things before she arrived home anyway. Lucas had stayed behind, sort of filling in for Katie's absence.

Katie made her way down to the local art shop, where the best quality art supplies were. She needed to buy a few objects to finish up her creation.

"Hi Katie," Pricilla greeted her regular customer, "The airbrush you ordered a few days ago arrived today."

She smiled at Pricilla. "I know," she replied, "That's why I'm here."

Katie took the object and prepared to get out her wallet, then she saw the price.

"$50?" she exclaimed. That's even without the tax.

"Well the supplier raised the price, so I had to as well."

Katie started to panic, she didn't have enough money to buy this. She only had about $43 in her wallet.

"Can I," she started to say, racking her brain. "Can I just give you what I've got now and pay the rest later?"

Pricilla shook her head in dismay. "Sorry Katie, I don't run my shop like Eric does."

She started to get desperate. "Please," she said, "I really need it. To finish my application, or I won't be able to apply."

"I'm so sorry Katie, but I can't."

Katie desperately wanted the airbrush, but she had too much pride to cry in public. But she couldn't stop a tear running down her face. That's when she saw him staring. One of those rich kids. She couldn't quite place where she had seen him before. His clean cut floppy blond hair and his distinctive brown eyes, and he was quite good-looking. He was wearing an ACDC T-shirt, but Katie could see that it wasn't a genuine vintage tee.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped.

The boy had the decency to smile at her. He thought this situation was quite amusing.

"What, you've never seen someone who couldn't pay for something?" she said spitefully towards him.

Pricilla gave a warning stare at Katie, but she took notice.

"Katie—wait, you can have the airbrush. You can have it. Just pay me what you have. But this will be only a one time off," Pricilla rambled.

Katie looked at her skeptically. She knew it wasn't just because she had this urge to help struggling artists. She followed Pricilla's gaze and found it resting on that boy.

Naturally, she put two and two together and the result was outrage. "He paid for me?" she whispered viciously. She stormed up to the boy in anger, jabbing at his chest. "I—don't—need—your—charity."

"I didn't mean anything," he said, his voice was so smooth, so husky, she almost forgot that she was mad at him. "You were just so desperate—and I had my credit card."

Desperate.

She looked at the airbrush which was packed and fitted into a box. "Look," she said, "I'll give you the money when I get my next pay. Just give me your address—"

"I told you," he replied, "it's a gift. Take it."

"No really," she insisted. But he had already exited the shop.

Pricilla shook her head at Katie.

If she knew that was Freddy Jones, the grandson of the owner of Jone's factory, she wouldn't have shunned him like that.

Katie scornful towards the boy and thought to herself, I definately won't be seeing him again.

But that was where she was wrong.