A/N - Hey guys, thanks for all the lovely reviews. Flowers for you all! (Eat them , they're yummy). Anyway. . . This chapter is different, in that it's very LOOOOOONG. So bear with me please!! (please note that the song Monday From Hell is my originalmaterial and no one else's, not even Freddy Jones').

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Chapter Three: Declaration of a Jackass

The rest of the day passed (almost) uneventfully, though I was surprised and annoyed to find that Jimmy had three classes a day with Summer. Before lunch, he'd had history with both Summer and I. Then he'd had Sociology — which included Psychology, Anthropology and Philosophy, all of which are way too deep for me — with Summer. Then he'd intruded upon our lunch. After lunch, he and Summer had Academic Physics while I took Applied Math. Then, finally, I had her to myself. I suppose that's not a literal term, as she didn't technically look forward to our time together. And, considering how a week ago I wouldn't be caught dead looking at her, I guess it's all just a little bit sudden.

Summer and I took English. Well, not just English. On the class list it was written as 'English Language and Application,' which is basically just a fancier way of saying 'Writing.' And since Summer's one of the main songwriter's for the SoR, and since you've seen the extent of my writing skills (ok, ok . . . I wrote some songs too), it was a perfect class for the two of us.

In that day's class I only succeeded in writing one song, which went like this:

ྭྭྭMonday from Hell

by Frederick 'Freddy' Jones

She isn't who I thought she was,

I've known her for so long,

I never thought I'd like her 'cause,

It all just seemed so wrong.

But I lose touch each time I see her,

Now I know it's gotta be her.

Chorus: It started on a Sunday night,

When I thought I could do no right,

Where this came from I can't tell,

Today she ran out with the bell,

It's been a Monday from hell.

I've never gotten close enough,

To see right through her shield,

I never thought it would be tough,

To tell her how I feel.

I'm not the one she's thinking about,

Not the one she's wanting around.

Chorus

Bridge: He's the one who'll get it all,

He's the one who'll watch me fall,

He doesn't want her; he just wants to spite me,

But he's not good enough for her,

Of everything that's all I'm sure,

Maybe today's the day she'll see.

Chorus

It's been a Monday from hell . . .

Ten guesses who that's about. I suppose it's way too early to be writing love songs about the two of us, when I'm not sure I even really like her. I may just be jealous. It did happen suddenly. Too suddenly.

When I handed it in to the teacher, Ms. Kaines, at the end of the class, she held me back. I sat in the desk right in front of hers, wondering if I'd done something wrong. I thought back, asking myself if I'd missed an assignment or something. But I was sure that I hadn't. For one thing, English homework was the only homework I actually do. For another, Summer would have told me if I'd missed an assignment.

The first thing Ms. Kaines said to me, however, had nothing whatsoever to do with homework.

"Tell her," she said, staring down at my song. "Tell her how you feel." I was completely taken aback, I couldn't even lie.

"I can't," I sighed, staring down at the desk. Someone had written Opposites Attract on it. It did nothing to improve my mood. "I mean . . . We're total opposites. She hates me, and I . . . I don't even know how I feel about her."

"Well, I'd tell her, if I were you. Before she's taken." In response to my confused look, she jerked her head backwards at the door, where Summer was waiting for me. With Jimmy. "Think about it." I nodded, and left.

It took me a while to realize how easy it had been for Ms. Kaines to read me. If it was easy for her, how easy would it be for others?

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Band practice. Damn to the depths of Katie's bass case ( hehe . . . bass case . . .) Whoever came up with band practice. Well, it's usually really good. But I don't usually spend the entire time staring at Summer. And, usually, Jimmy isn't there, flirting so openly with her that it made us all sick, even Marta, who's usual attempts to flirt with Zack were put on hold that day.

Once school was out, we all took the school bus that had the stop the closest to Dewey's new place. The we had to walk two blocks over to where a run-down apartment building sat on the corner of Milliken and Tempest Streets, where Dewey lived right at the top.

The introduction wasn't very smooth. Dewey was a little miffed that Summer had appointed an Asst. Manager without consulting him, while Summer maintained that she had only asked, and that she hadn't planned to do anything without his consent. And Jimmy, the slime, just stood at Summer's shoulder, taking occasional looks down her shirt, just like I had been doing the previous night. And that really pissed me off.

But, instead of taking my anger out on Jimmy, I was able to take it out on my drums, which was a good thing. If I'd been attacking Jimmy the way I'd been attacking my drums, he wouldn't have survived. The worst part, however, was the way I kept staring at Summer. Not that I meant to. I'd focus on a part of the room at the beginning of a song, and by the middle of it I'd be staring at Summer again. I was trying to see what Jimmy saw, what made him be so charming as to make her giggle like a little girl. And, lo and behold, I saw it. She was beautiful. Not hot, not sexy, not pretty, just damn right-out beautiful. Her dark, dark hair, her dark, expressive eyes, her curvy body . . . She was just so gorgeous, it was almost too much for me to bear. She was angelic, in a dark way. And she was perfect.

"Jones!" She called, breaking through my fantasies. "What's with the rhythm?" Oh shit, she was coming over. What did I do wrong?

She took the drumsticks from my hands and started to tap out a beat. I memorized it unconsciously.

Cymbal dou-ble dou-ble boom boom crash, cymbal dou-ble dou-ble boom boom crash . . .

"Got it?" She asked. I nodded, still staring at her. "Good." She walked away. I wanted to cry out, to beg her to come back, but no, that would be ridiculous. The song started again, and I tried to concentrate on the drums.

Cymbal dou-ble dou-ble boom boom crash, cymbal dou-ble dou-ble boom boom crash . . .

My eyes sild over to her once again.

Cymbal dou-ble boom boom boom smash smash, Cymbal dou-ble boom dou-ble boom crash . . .

I was screwing up, and I knew it. But I couldn't care less. Jimmy had his arm around Summer. How fast was he moving? The next thing you know, he'd be on top of her, for God's sake!

Cymbal cymbal boom boom crash, crash boom boom dou-ble dou-ble cymbal . . .

"JONES!" Summer yelled. "DID YOU PAY ANY ATTENTION TO ME AT ALL?" Dewey chose this moment to intervene.

"Listen guys," he said quickly, forcing Summer to bit off her next yell. "That was a great practice. We'll meet here again tomorrow, okay? Three-thirty, don't forget."

Amidst the sound of the band members putting away their instruments and talking to each other, Jimmy came over to me.

"Listen to me, Jones," he snarled. "I saw the way you were looking at Summer. If you ever look at her that way again, I swear I'll kill you."

I was pissed off. "What gives you the right to say that?" I demanded, giving him a small shove. "She's not your girl!"

"Wanna bet?" I didn't like his sneering tone. "I asked her out. She said yes. Which makes her completely my girl, Jones. So you stay away from her. That's my declaration."

Nice declaration, I thought to myself as I put away my drumsticks. I would have to talk to Zack about this.

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A/N - Thank you all for reading! Muah!

luckystarz06 - Thanks for liking it! And Freddy won't kill Jimmy, but he will land him in jail . . . lol how's that for a teaser?

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UntouchableLostSoulRogue - Thanks! I read your story. It's a little bit weird, but it was cool! Writing an SoR fic would be awesome! I'd read yours anyday!

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Writing on Paper - I love Freddy and Summer together too! Opposites Attract . . Lol

MetallicaMad! - I'm glad you understand about the perverted bit lol. (#2) Yeah, I read that story too . . It was really good! Thanks for reviewing!

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Maddy