Hola, people!

Okay, do not freak out but in this chapter there is going to be some Katie/Freddy going on but stay calm, it is still a Freddy/Zack fic. You'll just have to wait and see what happens...

One more thing...there will be phone conversations in this chapter. The italic writing will be Freddy's thoughts, and anything next to the persons name is what they say on the phone.

Oh yeah, and just because there is Katie/Freddy doesn't mean I like it, its just part of the plot.

Warnings-This chapter contains a little bit of swearing, and some sexually suggestive things.

Disclaimer: I don't own School of Rock! I'm sorry folks, but I'm not giving anything away this time!

Thank you to those who appreciated my darkness and melodramatic-ness! I have one thing to say about my grammar- I'm only 13, and Im not in school right now, so cut me some slack!

On with the show...

Freddys POV.

I sat down at the computer, and logged on. My icons popped up as well as my desktop picture. It was of the whole band, taken right after The Battle of the Bands. Zack looked so cute, holding his guitar in the air. He was wearing that silly top hat that day, and sticking his tongue out. His tongue would feel so good in my mouth... Wait a minute, what in the hell was I thinking? I couldn't think things like that. That isn't normal, at least for guys my age. I was confused. I needed to talk to gayguitarplayer2004. He could tell me if I was normal. I clicked the instant messenger icon and was about to enter in my password when my cell phone rang. I slipped it out of my pocket and read the caller ID, it was Katie. The conversation went like this:

Freddy-"Hello?"

Katie-"Hey Hun! What's up?"

Freddy-"Not much, about to go on instant messenger. You?"

Katie-"Just calling to see if you wanted to come over and hang out while my parents are at a movie. So, do you wanna come?"

Freddy-"Sure, I guess."

Katie-"Great! My Dad will pick you up in a few minutes. He knows where you live. So...see ya soon!"

Freddy-"Wait, Katie, this isn't a date, is it?"

A/N-Freddy was too late, Katie had already hung up to get tell her Dad to pick up Freddy, and get ready.

End of Conversation

After I hung up, I logged off and shut down my computer. Then I just stared at the blank computer screen. Why did Katie invite me over? Why not Summer or one of her other friends? Did she like me? God, I hope not. But I didn't think so since she clearly liked Zack. Suddenly, the phone rang again. This time it was Zack:

Freddy-"Hello?"

Zack-"Hey Freddy, its Zack."

Freddy-"Hi, um, are you ok?"

I cant believe I just asked that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Freddy-Zack?

Zack-Yeah?

Freddy-Sorry. I'm such a jerk.

Zack-Naw, its ok. I just don't want to talk about it right now. I wanted to see if you wanted, to, uh, go get something to eat. Uh, or something. I mean, if you wanted. But if you don't-

Jesus, he sounded nervous. Even though I would rather be with Zack, Katie had asked me first. It was also pretty rude to tell her I couldn't go when her dad was probably almost here.

Freddy-Zack!

Zack-What?

Freddy-Relax! Ok? I'm sorry, but I cant. I'm going over to Katie's.

Zack-Really? Oh, ok. Uh, see you around then.

Freddy-Bye!

I hung up the phone for the second time and got out of my chair. I was about to run down stairs to wait for Katie's dad, but I noticed myself in the full length mirror. My hair was gelled into tiny spikes, which seemed to pop out all over my head. I checked my pierced ear, which was done right before The Battle of the Bands. It was healing nicely. Almost time for my stud, which was a skull and crossbones, to be switched with a hoop I picked out that very day. My Green Day T-Shirt was worn from many wears but was still decent. The faded jeans I wore were ripping at the knees, just the way I liked. My converse sneakers' toes were worn but not completely to the other side. They ran across the hardwood floor down the stairs to the front door. I was just about to go outside to wait when my Mom caught me.

"Fredrick Robert Jones! Where do you think your going without," she yelled from the living room, "a kiss from your mother?".

I smiled and walked into the ornately decorated living room were my Mother sat tpying away on her laptop. She looked up and accepted a peck on the cheek.

"Sit down and talk with me.", she said quietly, closing her laptop and setting it on the coffee table.

I plopped down into a big stuffed chair that once used to swallow me up as a child. My Mother began jabbering about things I had no concentration or focus to listen to. I began picking at the scab on my elbow from skate boarding last week.

Dewey's words still replayed in my head, "If you break your arm then who's gonna play the drums? If that happens then I'll replace you from this band- permanently!".

I shuddered at the thought. Why did he want to replace me so bad? I mean, I might not be a good listener and I might goof off once in a while but I'm still one bad ass drum player.

My reverie ended when I saw a dark green SUV pull into our driveway. Thankful to get away from my Mother, I scrambled out of the massive chair and raced to the front door.

"Love ya, bye!", I managed to say as I raced out of the house and into the SUV.

Later

"Thanks, Mr. Brown.", I mumbled as I climbed out of the car. The car door was halfway closed when he mentioned, "I'll pick you up at ten o'clock.".

I walked up to the front door, knocking before I went inside. It reminded me of my own home, very lush and rich.

Suddenly, I heard a female voice mutter, "God danmmit, what happened to my vodka!", coming from what seemed to be the kitchen.

"Hello?", I called. I assumed it was Mrs. Brown, and I was right. Katie's mother came out of the kitchen wearing a low cut top and a a-line skirt. I used to think of her as "hot", but I've changed my definition for that word since then.

"Hi, Freddy. Katie's in her room. She has been for a while now. Oh, well. See you later!", Mrs. Brown said as she left the house.

I made my way up the stair case, which brought me to a long hallway. The phrase "Hey, ho, lets go!" echoed through the corridor, coming from the door with a piece of paper with the words "Posh Spice", scrawled on it. I knocked on the door but it was useless, the music was too loud to surface over the Romones. I pushed open the door to find Katie drinking a bottle of vodka. When she had emptied the last of its contents, she looked up and jumped when she saw me. She quickly got up and turned off her stereo.

"Why the in the hell didn't you knock?", she said, slurring a little over the last few words of her sentence.

"I did, but you didn't hear me. The music was too loud.", I replied.

I could tell she was drunk. I could tell not only by the way she stumbled when she walked toward me, but by the two big empty bottles of vodka on the floor.

"Hey, Freddy", she said.

The smell of alcohol escaped her mouth and breathed into my face.

"Katie, your drunk. I'll come back another time.", I insisted as I turned around, ready to leave.

Katie's hands grabbed mine from behind, pulling me to her bed. I tried walking forwards, but I could not, her grip was tight and the force was strong.

"Stop! This isn't funny! Now let me go!", I shouted as I jerked my hands away from her, trying to break free.

My left hand succeeded and grabbed the other hand that was pulling me away from my destination. The door. But no such luck. In a grunt of effort, Katie grabbed my left hand and pulled me on top of her, onto the bed.

"Katie!", I cried, "What in the hell are you thinking! Let me go!".

"I'm thinking that I love you.", she said with a giggle.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. She pulled my hands underneath her and crossed her legs around me.

"But I thought you liked Zack! You were all over him at band practice!", I exclaimed as tried kicking our legs apart.

I was getting more squeamish every second, jerking my hands harder and harder to get free.

"Oh, Freddy, I love both of you!", she said, sounding like an excited toddler, before licking my cheek.

"Katie, I don't want to hurt you but I have to get away from you!", I half cried, half screamed.

"I don't mind if you hurt me.", she slurred in what was her so-called 'sexy voice'

"Eww! You're disgust...", I managed, but Katie's mouth was on mine before I could finish.

Her tongue protruded into my mouth, uninvited, trying to summon mine to move. Here upper body began pulling towards mine. Knowing I wouldn't have this chance again, I lifted her body towards mine even further, until my hands were free. I pulled her legs off of mine. She didn't move as fast as I thought she would. "Probably delayed reaction from drinking.", I thought. I pulled her hands off me and bit her tongue that was still poking around. She let out a shrill scream that could break glass and fell back onto the bed. I rolled off and ran to the door, running out of it for dear life.

As I descended the stairs I could hear her shout, "You're gonna be sorry! You're gonna regret what you did to me!".

'Not on your life!', I thought as I jogged out the door, headed home.

End of Chapter 5

Okay, I'm sure I did a bad job with Katie being drunk in all. What can I say? I tried my best. Now I'm not really sure what's going to happen in the next few chapters except for one thing (You'll have to wait and see what that is!). So could you please tell me what you would like to see happen? You can let me know either by IM, PM, email, or review. I won't be updating until I get a good idea so think, people!

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