Note: Freddy has never been in the School Of Rock Band before. (Sad, I know. I debated this issue with myself for a while before coming to this solution. You'll know why later on in the story.)

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Chapter Three: Burger and Fries

"Need a lift home?"

Katie looked around as she heard the sound of his voice. She couldn't but groan in frustration. What did he not understand when she said she didn't need his charity? What could he have possibly not understood? Didn't she make it clear enough? And yet, there he was, standing next to his silver Beetle convertible smiling at her.

"No thanks, I think I'll walk," she declined gruffly. She then turned and continued to walk down the street.

"I wouldn't mind, really," Freddy said. "I owe you at least that much."

"You owe me?" Katie stopped and turned around.

"Yes. I really upset you. And I feel guilty about it," he replied, sounding incredibly sincere.

"Don't," she said indignantly, "Just leave me alone."

Freddy shook his head in amazement. "You're really—unique, you know that?" he said, amusement in his voice. He shot her an appreciative grin. "The girls I know love it when we guys buy them treats. The more ludicrously expensive the better. Hell, they expect it. But you—"

"I'm nothing like the girls you know," Katie scoffed.

"You're not," he agreed. "But—I'd like to get to know you."

"Why are so interested in me?" she asked him.

"Maybe I have a thing for girls who throw tantrums in art shops," he teased, flashing a sly, sexy grin. The effect was not lost on Katie. "Come on, hop in. I'll even put the top down. That way you won't have to endure my prep school odor."

"Your what?"

The boy laughed. "You think I'm not aware of what you and your friends say about us? That you can smell us a mile away?"

"How do you know—?"

"I know a lot more than you think," he continued smugly. "I know that you and your friends hang out at that vacant theatre behind Jones Factory downing beer and playing dirty tricks on kids like me. Which incidentally, isn't exactly fair, since you have never tried to talk to one of us."

"Excuse me? What about you and your friends? You cross the street when you see one of us coming toward you on the sidewalk. We can see your faces."

"I think you enjoy seeing us cower," Freddy answered calmly, a knowing look coming over his features. "But I can't seem to imagine why."

That statement infuriated Katie. This—this boy acted as if he knew everything about her—and her friends—when he actually didn't know a thing.

She wanted to punch him.

Wipe that smug grin off his face.

Angrily, she took the bag containing the boxed up airbrush in it and hurled it onto the hood of his car.

"Hey! What was that all about?" he demanded. "What did my car ever do to you?" He pointed to the dent in the hood she had caused. "I'm going to have to get that fixed, you know? How about your new gift? Do I have to replace that too?"

Katie turned red. She was in trouble now. "I'm—I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean to—I was just rather angry—I'll—I'll pay you back, whatever it costs." Katie looked into the bag. "I think the airbrush is okay. It's all boxed up and everything—but I'm really sorry—"

"Relax," he said. "It's just a dent. Nothing to worry about." He stopped and a playful smile graced his lips. "Although I think you need to get to the root of this unfathomable anger you have against small cars."

Katie laughed despite her foolishness.

"That's better." He gave her a wink. "So what do you say we discuss this problem of yours over dinner or something?"

Katie stared at him incredulously. After all this he still wanted to talk to her, much less take her out?

Obviously this boy wasn't used to anyone saying no to him.

In fact, maybe the whole reason of his interest was because she was so totally uninterested him. So naturally, Katie did the one thing she was certain would turn him off. She said yes.

"Fine," she sighed, "I give in. Tomorrow night, seven o'clock."

"Yes! I mean great." Freddy exclaimed excitedly. He pulled a Palm Pilot from his pocket. "Just give me your address. I'll pick you up and we can go—"

"That's not necessary." She smiled coyly, placing a hand over the screen. "Just meet at Hamburger Heaven at seven."

He studied her face for a moment, unsure of what to make of her choice of restaurants. "Hamburger Heaven—" he murmured, considering the idea. "It's a date."

"See you there," Katie replied as he got into his car and closed the door.

She smiled to herself as he drove off. She knew she had seen that last of him.

That jerk.

There was no way in hell he'd ever show up at a place like Hamburger Heaven. A boy of his money would not have the nerve.