Disclaimer: School of Rock and its characters do not belong to me.
Author's notes: This prologue takes place the day after the Battle of the
Bands. The rest of the story will take place two years later and move
forward from there. For the purpose of this story, the scenes in the end
credits did not happen. Summer's mother was not appalled that her daughter
had been taught by an impostor. Both Zack's father and Summer's mother were
not impressed by the band and were very angry with their children. Lastly,
this prologue is mostly foreshadowing for the real story.
The day after Battle of the Bands, Summer walked into the classroom, a
white cast on her right wrist. As usual, her uniform was immaculate and
pressed neatly, and her shoulder length hair framed her face perfectly,
without a stray hair in sight. Her brown eyes held their usual shine, and
her books and pencil pouch were arranged in order of size and held in her
left arm. It appeared to be a normal day for Summer Hathaway. Unless you
noticed the silver charm bracelet she always wore was missing.
Quickly, she sat down in her seat, and opened her book, The Catcher in the
Rye. She was reading intently as she did every morning when Katie walked
over. "Hey Summer."
Summer looked up from her book. "Hi Katie." She quickly put her bookmark in
the book and closed it. "You did a great job yesterday."
Katie grinned. "You too."
"I didn't do anything. I was backstage the entire time."
"You got us there, Sum. We couldn't have played a great show without you."
"Thanks, but it was nothing."
After a short silence, Katie spoke again. "I'm having a sleep over tonight
for the girls of the band. Do you wanna come?"
"Sure," Summer nodded. "I'll check with my mom at lunch."
The girls continued talking until the bell rang, where Katie promptly
walked back to her seat, waiting for Ms. Mullins to enter. Most students
were quiet, as the rules stated they should. "Good morning," Ms. Mullins
announced entering. "Today we were unfortunately unable to find a
substitute, so you will be watching a documentary about abuse, and what to
do if you suspect someone is being abused, or abusing themselves." Two
students shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "This documentary will take
all day but you will have short breaks in between tapes and for lunch. The
audio visual equipment is on its way down. You may talk quietly amongst
yourselves until it arrives."
Summer reopened her book.
§ § §
Summer carefully placed her lunch tray that had been precariously balanced
on her good arm on the table before sitting down. "My mom says I can come."
Katie picked up her sandwich. "Great. Be over at my house by five thirty.
By the way, what happened to your wrist?"
Summer sipped her milk before answering. "The housekeeper didn't tell me
she waxed the kitchen floor. I slipped."
"You are such a klutz sometimes, Sum." Katie laughed, as did Tomeka and
"Hey, any idea why guitar man Zack is headed over here?" Alicia asked,
grabbing Katie's apple.
Tomeka shrugged. "Probably wants to say something about the show."
"Hi Zack." The four girls greeted as the guitarist arrived at their table.
Zack nodded. "Hey. Here's your bracelet Summer. I think I managed to fix
it." He held out a silver charm bracelet, which Summer took gratefully.
"No problem. I'll talk to you later." Zack turned and began walking back to
his table but then turned back. "By the way, I added a charm. I hope you
Summer eyed a small electric guitar. "Not at all. I'll talk to you later."
Zack continued walking back to his table. The second he was out of earshot
the three others at the table joined in a communal "Oooooooooo."
Summer snapped. "What?"
"What was Zack Mooneyham doing with your charm bracelet?" Katie teased.
"And why did he add a charm?"
"It broke when I fell. I was walking around the neighborhood fooling
around with it when I ran into him. He volunteered to try and fix it. End
of story." Summer concluded, in her usual classroom tone. This meant she
didn't want to talk about it.
Alicia pursed her lips, determined. "Oh, come on girl. You were practically
making gaga eyes at him. Are you sweet on him or something?"
"We're friends. A guy and a girl can be friends without a relationship."
Katie smirked. "So what kind of charm did he put on?"
Summer held out her good wrist, where she had attached the bracelet. "An
Tomeka spoke before biting her sandwich. "Looks like someone wants you to
§ § §
Freddy Jones stopped drumming on his lunch tray with two straws as Zack
came back to the table. Though content with the drumming, he was curious as
to his friends choice of visiting place. Zack wasn't the type to visit the
girls, especially during school. Especially Summer Hathaway. "Hey man, why
did you just talk to Summer?"
Zack sat down in front of his empty tray. "I had to return her bracelet. I
fixed it last night for her."
"Because it was broken. Isn't that obvious, Spazz?" Freddy gave Zack a
dubious look. "She was down about it. And she's going through some stuff at
home. I wanted to try and help her out."
"You like her or something? Cuz if you do, you might want to seriously
rethink yourself there."
"She's a friend, Freddy. Friends help friends. It doesn't go any further
than that." Zack sent half a glare across the table. "Can we drop this
"Whatever." Freddy picked up the straws and continued with his drumming.
§ § §
That night at Katie's, Alicia, Katie, Summer, Tomeka, and Marta sat on the
floor in their pajamas which they had recently changed into. Currently,
they were simply talking about the show that occurred yesterday. Summer
didn't speak much, opting instead to fiddle with the charms on her
bracelet. Particularly the electric guitar.
Alicia laughed, but then spoke four unsuspected words. "Marta, truth or
Marta smiled. "Truth."
"How did you get out of the fitness testing three weeks ago? Did you pay
Mr. Smithe off? I had a twisted ankle and he still made me run laps and
climb that damn rope."
"I told him I had, feminine problems." Marta giggled. "You should have seen
his face. All I had to do, was start to say period and he practically was
shouting that I could sit out." The other girls laughed, Summer, who was
now paying attention, included. "Katie, truth or dare?"
"Dare." Katie nodded confidently.
"I dare you to...take a lick off the top of that lamp above the table."
Katie rolled her eyes. "I did that last time we had a sleep over."
"I know. But I couldn't think of anything good. You'll do anything."
Sighing, Katie stood and climbed on top of the kitchen table. After the
dare was complete, she grabbed a dishtowel and wiped her tongue off. She
spoke as she walked back. "Summer, truth or dare?"
Summer thought carefully. If she picked truth, Katie could ask about Zack.
But if she picked dare, who knows what she could end up doing. Against her
better judgment, she answered with the response that shocked the others.
Katie though taken aback, quickly thought of a decent dare. "I dare you to
go without your shirt for the next hour."
"Excuse me?!" Summer sputtered.
"You heard me Summer." Katie put her trademark smirk on. "Take it off."
Alicia removed her pillow from her lap. "You have to Summer. You chose
Summer moved her hands to the first button then hesitated. "Summer its no
big deal." Marta assured. "It's not like you don't keep your bra on at a
Tomeka, nodded. "And you know we won't laugh. Besides, what could you
possibly have to be ashamed of?"
Summer sighed heavily, then continued unbuttoning her pajama top until it
slipped over her shoulders, revealing bruises and small scars on her torso.
None of the girls spoke for a minute, but Alicia was the one to break the
silence. "Girl, what happened to you? Those bruises from when you fell?"
Summer nodded silently. "What about those scars?"
"I scratched my chicken pox."
"Oh." Was the collective response from the girls before a long silence
"Summer, it's your turn to ask someone." Katie finally pointed out to a
pale Summer. "Summer?" Summer's only response was to stand and run to the
bathroom. Katie quickly bolted in after her. "Summer, are you OK?"
Summer sank to the floor. "I think I'm going to be sick." As if prompted
she leaned over the toilet beginning to throw up.
Katie quickly grabbed Summer's hair and held it back with one hand, while
preparing a paper cup of water with the other. When Summer's head came up
she handed it to her. "Here." She flushed the toilet and then turned back.
"Do you want me to get my mom to take you home?" Summer nodded in between
sips of water. "I'll have the girls pack up your stuff and bring in your
§ § §
Summer shivered though in her sleeping bag, on the floor of the tree house.
The sick feeling had left her stomach, though she was still uncomfortable.
She could still feel blood oozing from the stinging cut on the corner of
her lip, and the bruise forming on her right chin. Moonlight was shining
through the makeshift slats of the roof, every few minutes disappearing due
to the clouds.
There was a slight creaking for a few minutes, causing Summer to sit up,
her eyes widening, before Zack appeared in the entryway, his own sleeping
bag and a lantern in hand. "Summer, what are you doing here? I thought you
were going to Katie's sleep over."
"I did, but then they saw the scars on my stomach, and I got sick, so
Katie's mom took me home."
"And your mom. She did that to you?" The 'that' Zack referred to was the
"I walked in on her with her latest affair. She wasn't pleased. Needless to
say, I'm glad you're letting me use this place too."
"I couldn't leave it out of our agreement."
"You have a black eye now." Summer observed. "What for?"
"I was humming 'Stairway to Heaven' when making dinner. And you know how my
dad hates rock." Summer nodded. "It kinda makes ya wonder."
"What it'd be like to have someone truly care for you. Ya know?"
"Yeah. I do." Summer's response ended the conversation, leading to stare at
each other for a while.
Summer cut Zack off, knowing what he would ask. "Yes." And slowly, the two
met in a short kiss.