A/N: I also saw somebody, who was all..."and she said three day intervals! Yeah right" (something like that, not exact quote). Man, it totally pissed me off. I had every intention of posting these chapters in three day intervals, and I've got rabid Rocket Power fans wondering why I'm not updating my story in that fandom so that I can bring you guys this complete story in a scheduled updating regime, instead of random updates like other author's do. And up until chapter 7 (when the story was taken down) I had kept my promise. Did the fact my story just up and disappeared not seem a little strange to you? Well maybe I should just leave this story discontinued..

No. I wouldn't do that. I have all the way up to (almost) chapter 12 written and I'm almost done with it. Not to mention, all my reviewers had been nothing but sweet and loyal. I couldn't do that to them. But that really ticked me off. Just kick a gal when she's down.

ENJOY!

Chapter 3: True Friends Want The Best For You

Katie honked her car horn impatiently, before checking her mirror again to ensure her make-up was still perfectly placed. Zack sat in the back, rolling his eyes at her. It was the fourth time since she'd picked him up that she had looked in that mirror.

When Katie had first gotten her license, she insisted that carpooling in the morning be started amongst the band members, to help save pollution in the atmosphere. Eventually, the environment-friendly plan, turned into her driving around the band mates that still rode the bus to school. Zack himself had his license, but feeling badly for Katie and her failing but good-natured idea, he took his turn driving the others around. And that meant taking his turn be driven around.

"Will you cut that out?" he moaned, impatiently, "You look great…I mean," his cheeks turned pink as she glanced up at him in the rearview mirror, a little stunned by the proclamation, "Fine. You look fine. Why the big deal over your looks anyway?"

"No big deal," Katie insisted, smiling mischievously, "There is a particular boy in my social studies class…"

"That's all I need to know," Zack groaned, "You girls are all the same."

"I wonder what's taking Marta so long," Katie said, choosing to ignore that last comment. As if on cue, the aforementioned strawberry blonde exited her house, closing the door quietly behind her after a last shout good-bye to her parents. She raced down the walkway towards Katie's car in a hasty jog, her bright smile neatly in place.

"Sorry I'm late," Marta said, though she sounded too cheerful and satisfied with herself to be apologetic. Katie tore away from the curb, ripping down the road in the direction of their next and last stop, Summer's house.

"Well you know how this works, Marta," Katie began, mock angry, "If you're late, then we're late. If we're late, then Summer's late. If Summer's late then - "

"All hell breaks lose," the other two companions chimed in monotonously and Katie made a face.

"So you've heard that one already?"

"I wonder how Summer's date went," Marta exclaimed and Zack scrunched his nose.

"Date?"

"On Friday," Katie supplied.

"That was last Friday?"

The girls rolled their eyes and Katie reached forward to turn the stereo on. The Rolling Stones poured from the station, and Zack immediately became too preoccupied studying and admiring the guitar riffs to bother with listening to the girls chatter in the front seat.

"I'm sure we'll hear all the details of the date from Summer when we pick her up," Katie told Marta, who sighed dreamily.

"He must have been a real gentleman," she beamed, "He's so cute, always holding doors open for girls in the hallway. When Meg Masters dropped her books, and you know how hideous Meg is with her bad acne and everybody-is-my-friend-even-if-they-can't-stand-me-or-I've-only-seen-them-once attitude , Kyle crossed the hall to help her pick them up. How sweet is that? Even if it is just Meg…"

"I just hope Summer had a good time," Katie said, "It was her first official date. Her mom's set her up with boys before, but she's never really been asked out. And damn straight, he better of been a gentleman or I'll break my bass guitar over his awesomely attractive head."

"He does have an attractive head, doesn't he?" Marta grinned, and Katie nodded.

"Attractive ass, too." The Stones song chose to fade to commercials at that statement and Zack made a horrified expression.

"What are you two talking about?" he wailed, and the girls broke into giggles.

"Oh, definitely you," Katie teased, and Zack smiled somewhat goofily, though, easily picking up on the joke. He rolled his eyes and stared longingly at the radio, as though willing it to blare classic rock songs.

They pulled in front of Summer's house and, to Zack's relief, Katie pushed in her The Who CD. Summer, as expected, was waiting patiently on the front sidewalk, and quickly jumped into the backseat beside Zack. She looked fairly uncertain, a little solemn, and her smile seemed forced. Marta overlooked it, and Zack was too lost in the music to notice, but Katie furrowed her brow, glancing in the rearview mirror back at Summer a few times.

Katie was close to most all of the band members, and loved them all dearly, and while being in the band had brought her out of her shell a great deal, she was still a quiet and fairly shy girl at heart. Finding the words to voice her concern for Summer, who obviously didn't want the others to be concerned, was not an easy task. So she remained silent, driving along the road.

Marta turned in her seat to look at Summer, dimples in her cheeks. Abruptly she questioned, "How was the date?" Summer turned a few various shades of pink, before lowering her head to study her hands, neatly folded in her lap.

"You mean, with my boyfriend," she stated as casually as she could but unable to cover the squeak in her voice. It took exactly 2 seconds for Marta and Katie to comprehend the full meaning of that sentence and then break into hysterical squeals, blocking out The Who and forcing Zack to slap his hands over his ears in a futile attempt to muffle out the sound. Katie's car swerved slightly, and he scrambled for his seatbelt, which he had, regrettably, failed to put on when they'd set out.

"Oh. My. God. Summer," Marta cried, giddily, emphasizing each word with a huff of breath, "Welcome to the wonderful world of dating! Tell us everything…and then we can tell everyone at school everything, and then at band practice after school, you can tell us all everything all over again!"

"I don't think I could stand that…" Zack protested, still holding his hands over his ears in fear the screaming would begin again.

"Oh, and then you can bring Kyle to band practice so we can all meet him," Katie joined in, though the glint in her eye suggested it was partially to make Zack squirm, "And he can tell us all everything all over again from his point of view!"

"Now I know I couldn't stand that," Zack cried.

"Well, I do need to talk to the band about something…" Summer said, mysteriously subdued. She snapped out of it though, with a wicked grin, "But I guess I should start from the very beginning…when he picked me up he was so sweet, he even helped me put my coat on and he wanted to meet my mother…"

0-0-

"…and then he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said 'yes', of course, and he kissed me," Summer finished regaling the girls of the band once more at lunch. She had conveniently left out the part of the recording studio and Kyle's extended offer to her of managing the Barber Boys. That would have to come later when the entire band was with Dewey and she could formally bring it to their attention.

Michelle, Eleni, Alicia, and Tomika were pressed in closely, hanging on each word that came from Summer's mouth, whereas Marta and Katie, who'd already heard the story, listened less intently then they had the first time, but still gave an appreciative 'aw' at the end with the other girls. Freddy and Frankie sat at the end of the table next to one another, wearing particularly nauseated faces, Zack across from them.

"I had to put up with that the whole way to school," he informed the two boys in a disgusted whisper. They nodded their sympathies.

"You deserve such a sweet guy, Summer, and it's about time too," Tomika commented, and the other girls quickly agreed.

"Thanks," Summer smiled.

"You are so lucky," Marta swooned, leaning forward, lost in daydream, and Alicia, sitting next to her, nodded.

"He's the perfect boyfriend," Eleni murmured, "He was dating Greta James, before. He gave her all the respect in the world, and that little tramp had to go behind his back and…"

"Greta James…didn't I make out with her once?" Freddy asked of no one in particular, his brow drawn together, trying to put a face to the name.

"Well you can figure the rest of that one out," Eleni muttered, and the girls sent dark looks the confused drummer's direction. For a moment, Summer pondered hating Freddy, for being the root cause of past heartache in her, now, boyfriend's life. But as he shrugged and stole a grape from Zack's lunch, she decided she didn't have the energy, "He was so devastated, I heard, and he poured it all into poetry. At least, that's the rumor. And then he sent them all to her."

"What a pussy," Frankie commented, then gulped in regret when Eleni and Michelle shot him twin glares.

"Yeah, and what's with sending the poems to the girl?" Freddy put in, missing the looks given to his burlesque friend, "I mean, sheesh, that's kind of lame if you ask me. Writing poetry is one thing, but then giving them to your ex, whom their written about after a bad breakup, that seems borderline psycho…"

"I, for one, like a guy that can write poetry," Summer spoke up, "And isn't afraid to show his feelings for a girl in such a manner. He was upset, and poetry was his outlet. Giving them to the girl, was obviously, a way of showing her and himself that he was over it and over her." The other girls gave their agreement in nods or murmurs, "Honestly, Freddy Jones, I thought you practically lived in the psychiatrist's office."

Suddenly, just as Freddy opened his mouth to retort, a flower fell in front of Summer. A small yellow one that grew wild on the campus. Everyone startled, looking up to see Kyle, who bent to place a light kiss on Summer's cheek. The girls wore soft smiles, and a few gave whispered, "aw's". The boys watched, trying to appear disinterested, but much like the girls, paying careful attention to the entire exchange between the newly founded couple, and not doing a great job of pretending otherwise.

"I just wanted to remind you of what an awesome time I had last Friday," Kyle said, his hands resting on Summer's shoulders, and she was blushing from ear to ear.

"Me too," she mumbled. Freddy made gagging noises that the boys subtly chuckled to, and Summer threw him a sour glare. He stopped, giving her a 'what?' look. But Kyle had slid into the seat next to her, either choosing to ignore the immature interaction, or missing it all together. He brushed a loose strand of hair from Summer's face, causing her to blush all over again, and trailed his finger down her jaw line, momentarily, before pulling his hand away.

"I kind of couldn't wait until English to see you, also," he mumbled, which created a whole new wave of "aw's" from the girls, and more looks of distaste from the boys, "Maybe tomorrow, we can sit together at lunch…just you and me." He smiled, almost shyly, and Summer felt her head nod, beyond her control. "Great, I'll look forward to it," he glanced around, most likely searching for any on-looking supervisors, before brushing his lips against Summer's, "I'll see you in English."

"Right, see you," Summer mumbled, sounding almost weak and suddenly out-of-breath, a strangely serene smile on her face and a great deal of color in her cheeks. And then, he was gone.

"Oh my god, you two are so cute!" Marta exclaimed, and the other girls burst into excited squeals, the boys throwing their hands over their ears and wincing.

"That was so sweet of him!" Alicia cried, "That boy is damn fine."

Summer picked up the flower, twirling it in her fingers, flushed and grinning stupidly.

"But you always eat lunch with us," Freddy blurted out, then shifted uncomfortably when he received odd looks from everyone at the table, "Not that I'm complaining. I'm just worried that I'll have to witness another scene like that, only all during lunch period, and when I'm eating, too."

"Oh," Summer turned to the girls, "You guys don't mind, do you?"

"No way, girl," Michelle spoke up, "You have a beau now, there's nothing we can do but be overly ecstatic for you!" Summer smiled, then gasped, a thought popping in her head.

"Oh, what if this means I start to slack off on my manager duties?" she questioned, having forgotten Kyle's proposal the other night, altogether, "After Thursday's mishaps…"

"Take it easy, Summer," Katie assured her, with a wave of her hand.

"But what if Kyle wants to hang out when we have practice and…"

"It's not that important," Alicia interrupted.

"Yeah, it's not like we need you at every practice," Zack spoke up, picking at his lunch. Summer nodded, and no one seemed to notice how her face fell slightly, and she looked back to that flower in her hand. That's right, she told herself, it's not like you're that important. It's not like you're that needed.

0-0-

Summer sat in study hall, last period of the day, with Michelle, Eleni, and Marta all taking turns praising her on her boyfriend, fawning over Summer's new relationship, until finally Summer felt the need for a subject change.

"Did we get our science homework finished?" she questioned. They simply gave her blank looks, before continuing on in their argument about whether Kyle was more of a puppy dog or a teddy bear.

"Tell us about English class," Michelle commanded, and Summer scrunched her nose.

"Again?" she sighed and the three bobbed their heads, "Well, he took the seat next to mine, and we wrote notes on each other's papers most of the period, when we weren't studiously paying attention and diligently taking notes."

"That is just so cute. You two are like the perfect couple," Eleni sighed, "I wish I wasn't single right now."

"Oh, did you and Brad split?" Summer questioned, eager to take the attention off herself. She wasn't aware having a boyfriend was such hard work.

"Yeah," she explained, "I just have to tell him today after school."

"Do you already have someone new in mind?" Summer pressed, knowing her other friend well-enough. Eleni smiled, then shrugged, before running her hand through her blonde locks.

"There is that new exchange student," she admitted, and the girls gave varied reactions. Michelle wrinkled her nose in uncertainty, Marta nodded understandingly, and Summer simply shrugged it off, wondering how long that crush would last.

"I wish I had a boyfriend," Marta whispered, doodling on the paper in front of her. She drew little hearts and stars, and almost started printing a name in one of those hearts, but quickly blackened it in. Summer, as she was observant by nature, noticed this. She thought to say something, but was cut off by Michelle.

"I'm getting tired of waiting around, myself," she fumed, "When is that obnoxious jerk ever going to work up the courage to ask me out?"

"Who? Frankie?" Summer asked.

"Frankie," Eleni confirmed.

"He has sent me a poem every Valentine's Day since seventh grade, and frankly, I couldn't have made it anymore obvious that I liked them, seeing as how they're all hanging in my locker, with little hearts, and his picture," Michelle continued, "Does he honestly think I don't know he sent them? He didn't even try to hide that it was his handwriting!"

"Well, Michelle. It's not really just his picture you hung in there, but one of the whole fifth grade class," Summer pointed out, "And maybe he's living in denial, or holding onto the vain hope that you didn't even think to compare his handwriting to that of the poems. If you want to be with him so badly…well…maybe you should stop waiting around and ask him out." Michelle twirled her hair around her finger, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"I know you're all Equal Rights about everything," she finally said, "But a guy asking a girl out is sacred. If a girl goes to a boy and asks him on a date, it takes away from his image, his manliness. He has to be the one to ask the girl out, or he feels…well…less. I guess I can't expect you to understand, though, as you're only on boyfriend number one."

"Oh, no, I understand," Summer said, trying not to let her temper show through her words, "I understand that you're fueling our societies chauvinistic stereotype of how a man should be in control of the relationship, from start to finish."

"Did you ask Kyle out?" Michelle retorted.

"Well…no, but that has nothing…"

"But you had to of liked Kyle prior to the initial 'asking out', right?" Michelle persisted.

"Yeah, I guess I sort of…"

"So stop with the feminist bull, Summer. You've jumped on the chauvinist bandwagon with the rest of us, and, here, we like to refer to it as chivalry."

Summer frowned, looking to her notebook. She'd let him open those doors for her, let him pull her chair out, and help her with her coat. She had sworn once that she would never let a boy go out of his way to just do those things for her, under some assumption he needed to because she was a girl. So for all her lecturing, Michelle was right, she was just spewing feminist bull. Practice what you preach, right?

The bell rang, signaling the end of class and the school day. Summer frowned, feeling her stomach sink. She knew what came next. Band practice. She usually looked forward to band practice, just another part of her day that made the world seem a little saner. But that day would be different. She had written and re-written out exactly what she was going to say. She marched out with Marta beside her, waving as Eleni and Michelle left for their lockers and then their own rides to band practice. The entire gang didn't usually go, but there was an upcoming show scheduled, and Summer wanted to make sure the entire crew knew what was to be expected of them. And then she had that announcement.

As Summer walked down the stairs, seeing Katie in the far distance of the parking lot, sitting on the hood of her car talking with Zack, and Freddy leaning against the car door, she narrowed her focus to Kyle, standing at the bottom of the stairs looking at her. She took a deep breath, Marta noticing him as well and whispering, "I'll see you at the car," in her ear, before taking off.

"Hey," Kyle greeted, meeting Summer partway on the stairs, and slipping an arm around her waist to cradle his hand in the small of her back, brushing his lips against hers, "What are your plans right now?"

"Well, band practice," Summer stammered, trying to clear her now clouded mind, "And then home, and homework."

"Oh," he sounded disappointed.

"Something wrong?" she asked, concerned, looking at him with soft eyes.

"I was just hoping we could hang out, but…"

"Well, when band practice is over," Summer suggested, "It ends at six…but maybe I can get out of it early." It's not like we need you at every practice. It's not that important. Aren't you kind of useless? "No, I know I can get out early. I have your cell number, I'll call you."

"Good," Kyle grinned, pressing another kiss to Summer's lips, before letting her go. She turned back to wave to him and sprinted to Katie's car.

"Freddy needed a lift," Katie greeted, as an explanation to the drummer's sudden appearance. Summer nodded.

"You can sit up front, Summer," Marta announced, jumping off the hood of the car where she'd taken up sitting on the other side of Katie.

"But today is your turn," Summer argued.

"It's alright," Marta assured her, coming to mumble in her ear, "I know you don't really get along with Freddy, and after his behavior at lunch..." Summer flickered a glance to the blonde boy, who was staring impatiently at them as Katie and Zack slid into the car.

"Oh, okay," Summer mumbled, and walked around to the other side to climb into the front passenger seat, while Marta practically jumped in the back. They pulled from the parking lot, the radio dimly playing some unrecognizable song at its decibel level.

"So," Katie said, "What did lover boy want?" Summer blushed, fidgeting with her seatbelt buckle.

"I might hang out with him after practice," she answered.

"Might?"

"Okay, I am going to hang out with him after practice."

"Why?" Freddy questioned grumpily from the back. His hair was a little mussed and his shirt ruffled, "Wasn't Friday night enough?"

"As a matter of fact, no," Summer replied haughtily.

"So, what happened to your ride, Freddy?" Marta attempted a subject change. She, as any of the band knew, it was never a good idea to start off band practice with Freddy and Summer angry at one another. Little to nothing ever got done.

"It's not important," he muttered, slumping back in the seat. Which ended that line of conversation quite promptly. There was an uncomfortable silence, that seemed eerie amongst such close friends.

"So, if School of Rock could open for any band of our choice, who would you guys choose?" Zack asked, and while it was out-of-place and stupid, it was a question best friends asked of each other.

"No question, Metallica," Freddy offered.

"Metallica?" Katie shook her head, the disgust in her voice as she said the band name was enough of an explanation as to why she was against them, "KISS, all the way."

"I always thought it would be kind of cool to…um…" Marta started sheepishly, "Well, I always wanted to open for STYX." Groans resounded throughout the car.

"STYX? Come on, Marta," Zack laughed, "There are so many hardcore bands to choose from, and you select STYX? They're okay, I guess, but jeez…"

"Oh, and who would you choose?" Marta shot back. And Zack shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know. There's so many greats. Zeppelin, the Stones, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Guns 'n Roses…" his eyes glazed over dreamily.

"Don't drool on my seats, please," Katie called back, and Zack snapped out of it, blushing slightly, "And what about Grateful Dead?" More groans.

"Katie, you're a closet deadhead?" Zack questioned, looking to her almost hurt.

"Black Sabbath would be cool," Freddy put in.

Katie pulled up next to the curb, and parked. They all filed out, heading up towards the apartment building they knew so well, the familiar "School of Rock" sign swinging on its post. Summer trailed behind, her heart pounding desperately in her chest. She was forgetting how to breath, with every step she took up towards Dewey's apartment. The others had long since left her alone in the hall, and she hesitated at touching that doorknob. She took a deep breath, hearing Zack and Katie begin tuning their guitars, hearing the wild rants and shouts of Dewey, the bang and clang of tentative taps on a drum, and the heavy laughter and flitting chatter of everyone in the apartment. She pushed the door open, setting her things down on the counter in the kitchen. She looked out at the group of mismatched kids that entirely made up the School of Rock band. Michelle and Eleni were chattering excitedly with Alicia. Marco, Gordie, Frankie, and Leonard were talking, from the sounds of it, about the best lighting for the show, Billy appeared to be giving Zack and Katie fashion advice, Tomika was chatting with Lawrence, who had placed a finger in the book he'd been reading to give her his utmost attention, and Marta was helping Freddy set-up his drums, giggling at something he'd said.

Summer felt like an outsider, as though she were watching them all through a glass window. Maybe a television set. That if she reached forward, her hand would pang against a pane of glass. She sighed, as Dewey strode from the bathroom, fully clothed and looking ready to rock. She cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, everyone," she announced, and the group fell silent, looking to her at last, "I have something to discuss with you all before we begin." She received blank stares, as though they couldn't understand what she was saying. Was she speaking English?

"You heard the boss," Dewey shouted, "Gather round kids." With shuffling movements, everyone obeyed, leaving instruments behind to sit on the couch or stand around it. Summer took a deep breath, walking to stand in front of them all, clipboard in hand. They all stared at her, bored, expectant, impatient, and curious all at once.

"Um…" she'd had everything planned out at school. She knew exactly what she was going to say, and suddenly it was gone from her head. She had it written in front of her, plastered to her clipboard, and somehow, she'd forgotten how to read. Her vision was blurry. Did she need glasses? She looked about at all the faces of her friends and band mates, then looked back down to the paper, staring at it as a focal point, as she shakily began, "As you all know, my date with Kyle was this past Friday…" That received unwarranted groans, and the people began to break back towards what they were doing.

"You called us all to attention to tell us about your date?" Freddy cried, incredulous.

"Summer, this is band practice, not gossip hour," Dewey moaned.

"That was last Friday?" Marco asked of no one in particular.

"It's important," Summer snarled, and her suddenly iced over stare forced everyone into statue like stances, "I am not going to tell you about my date with Kyle!" She took another deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. A few of the more observant band members noted how her clipboard was trembling, and her knees buckling somewhat, that her knuckles had turned white from grasping the clipboard in front of her as though it was life itself, "Kyle is a part of a band, a really good band, that he took me to see a recording session for. They're signed with a record deal, and have a CD coming out and a music video in the making," confused whisperings began to arise, and Summer quickly silenced them, "They've asked me to be their manager."

"That's really awesome," Dewey encouraged, and some of the group offered up words of agreement. Summer felt her heart drop. They were happy for her? They don't seem to care, she thought, that someone else has asked you to leave them. She lowered her eyes, her clipboard drooping in front of her legs, feeling overwhelmed with heartbreak until Zack spoke.

"If anyone can manage two bands at once, Summer, it'd definitely be you."

Summer didn't know whether to feel elated or to burst into tears. They didn't understand what she was saying. She took another breath, more haggard then the last, unsteady, and slumped somewhat.

"No, even I can't manage two bands at once," she whispered, so quietly she was afraid no one had heard her. But at least one person had.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Freddy demanded, though his tone suggested he already knew. She sniffed, looked up with a half-hearted smile.

"I would have to decide between School of Rock and the Barber Boys," she answered solemnly and the air stiffened.

"Oh," Katie grinned, "So how'd he take it when you told him no?" Relief washed through the room, and slight chuckles broke out.

"Obviously he doesn't mind that you turned him down, as he still wants to be with you," Tomika added.

"That was evident at lunch," Marta grinned, drawing out groans from the three boys that were present at the event. Summer chewed her bottom lip, watching as the group broke into chatter and laughter, talking about how she'd had them going there for a moment. She took one final deep breath. She wasn't sure she could take the pressure on her chest anymore.

"I haven't told him no," she stated, and it rang clear. Everyone was silent. And then like a wave, they roared.

"What do you mean you haven't told him 'no'?" Katie cried.

"What are you talking about? You're not seriously considering this?" Zack shouted.

"You were our manager first," Lawrence put in quietly.

"Girl, you better march your goddamned ass down to that boy's house and tell him 'no'," Alicia yelled.

"What is this about Summer? This is a joke right, good one…" Dewey was saying.

"Does that mean you said 'yes'," Freddy's comment was the quietest, calmly spoken, but it rang loudest in everyone's ears. They were silent once again, peering at Summer.

"I told him…I told him I'd think about it," she whispered, feeling like she'd just plunged a knife into all of their backs. From the looks on their faces, they all did as well, "It's a big chance, that I can't just toss away. I have to seriously think about what I'd be doing, seriously consider the opportunity I'll be slamming the door on," she began, feeling a sudden need to argue her point, "They're a good band, they have a record deal, they'll be going on tour, they'll be…"

"That's a load of bullshit," Freddy spat, "You make it sound like you're going to turn him down, like you have some loyalty to us, or something like that. But the truth is, if you really did, you would have said 'no' without having to think about anything. You don't care about School of Rock, you just care about furthering your fucking 'career'." Everyone was quiet, looking at their shoes, the wall, the floor, the ceiling, anything but Summer. And Freddy's eyes bore into her own. She looked away, as tears began down her cheeks, and she licked her lips to taste the salt.

"It's not that easy a decision," she stated flatly.

"How's it not that easy a decision?" Freddy shot back, "If School of Rock really meant anything to you, you would have already said 'no'. But you didn't. You're still Summer Hathaway, looking to get the most gold stars and the straight A's. You were never about the fucking music, you never gave a damn about…"

"Maybe it's not about what School of Rock means to me," Summer interrupted, shouting shrilly, "Maybe it's about what I mean to School of Rock!" She spun abruptly, not wanting to break down in front of all of them, and ran to snatch up her pack, leaving the apartment in a rush. She failed to close the door behind her completely, but didn't care, and raced down the stairs blinded by her own rage and tears and anger and sadness. They could all hear the door of the apartment complex slam shut behind her, but they couldn't see her sink to the ground outside, overcome with grief and choking on her sobs.

"Oh man," Dewey mumbled, falling to the couch, "Oh man." The kids were silent. Freddy began walking away towards the door. "Where are you going?"

"To bang on something," Freddy muttered, shutting the door and snatching up his drumsticks. He fell heavily into his stool, and everyone's frustration and confusion was quickly punctuated by the rhythm of his angry and random beats. It would have been a great performance, if his audience wasn't clouded over with misery.

END A/N: Ah...the first of many huge fights between Freddy and Summer. I think this is where I forgot to mention, "Dewey and Mr. Salvatore are (as well) opposites in their own rights. Dewey is cool, chubby, passionate about the music. Mr. Salvatore is thin, blonde, and passionate about making money and sucking up to his superiors. They both played a role in bringing their "bands" together. Yada, yada, yada..." I don't remember what else I said.

If you're wondering why my "A/N's" are so damn short, well, I have a hunch they might of had something to do with my story getting taken down, because they did get a little long (psh...whatever...my chapters are longer than most any other authors on this site...) so I'm toning them down, I guess. And, I just woke up, so my brains not awake yet.

Please excuse any grammatical and typing errors. Once again, I would love to have REVIEWs for every chapter (even if you've reviewed them before, or just want to read all the story because I'm posting it all now)...I'm just so totally bummed I lost all those reviews.

THanks for Reading.