With a name like Crash there's already a pretty low expectation. Crash Freadmeyer was the school trouble maker. Putting gum in girls hair, pulling the fire alarm, you name it Crash had done it. To top it all off, in the 3rd grade Crash had his middle name legally changed to Rebel.
He may have been slightly crazy but no one never knew for sure, but he was undoubtedly one of the best musicians in the area and he specialized in exactly what we needed, drum kit.
Me, Vince, Peter and Sarah walked up to Crash under the bleachers in the gym where he would always wait for 1st period to start.
“You guys looking to buy something, I’m all out of weed so you'll have to go somewhere else.” He said as he twitched, snorted, and rubbed his face with his hands.
“Actually, Crash, we need a favor.” I said. “ The talent show is coming up and we need a drummer.”
“Ahh, so you come crawling to Crash in your darkest hour.”
“I wouldn't say we're crawling or this is our darkest hour we just need a drummer-”
Crash cut me off. “I'll do it, but it will cost you. I'm failing English. I want your little Asian friend here to hack into whatever the school puts our grades on and change mine. Keep it believable though, nothing above a C.”
“Or… you could come to the library everyday eighth hour and I could tutor.”
He sat like he was thinking for a minute. “Yeah I guess that could work, but I’m not paying you anything.”
“You don't have to it is a volunteer service.”
“Oh ok deal I’m in.”
My world was complete. I had a full band to hang out and play music with. It felt great. Until Tate showed up. He seemed a little shaken when he saw us but that quickly faded.
“Oh, Hey Rex, you have a little posse of dweebs now. Cute. Did you come looking for trouble or was it an accident? Who am I kidding, everything about you is an accident.”
“Leave us alone Tate. We didn't come looking for trouble we were here before you anyway.” I barked
“Oh, the dork is back talking the mighty Tate Temper. I'm not afraid to kick your ass, again, you know.”
“Just cause your daddy is the football coach doesn't make you better than us.”
“That's enough ponyboy!”
His fist flew, I closed my eyes and I waited for the punch, but it never hit.
I opened my eyes slowly. Sarah had stepped between us and Tate had stopped mid swing.
With his fist still in mid air he said “I'm not afraid to kick your ass too, new girl. You're just as useless as him.”
Sarah raised her right index finger and put it in the center of Tate’s chest.
“You have two options, leave and never speak to us again, or say I’m sorry, leave and never speak to us again. You have five seconds.”
You could hear a pin drop it got so quiet.
Tate assessed the situation, he swung at me as hard as he could.
Sarah intercepted the punch and led it past her, kicked him in the back of the leg and he fell to his knees, she landed a kick to groin. Tate bent over and with her opposite leg kneed him under the chin, Tate was out cold.
We all stood there astonished for what seemed an eternity. Crash broke the silence.
“Well, if she's on our team I'll see y'all in practice Monday.”
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Heavy Metal High School
Teen FictionA teenage boy who was always considered a dork fights common teen problems as he tries to start a 1980's style Hair Metal band with his friends.
