Head Girl: A Guide To Love

Summary: Usually it's Annabelle who is in love, but not this time. Kelly/Annabelle.

Rating: T

A/N: I totally need to stick with something. Dammit.

This is all going to be from Kelly's point of view, I think.

Leaning against the wall, arms folded and smirk plastered across her face, the naive-looking Head Girl of St. Trinian's looked, to say the least, normal.

If only you knew.

'What,' Annabelle asked, suddenly worried, 'is there something on my face?'

'No, Fritton, you're fine.'

I sighed internally, she was fine, but I was not.

'What's wrong then, Kel?' Annabelle looked at me curiously, 'You seem a bit down.'

'I'm fine.' I lied, smiling, 'Just a bit tired is all.'

'Have you been sleeping okay?' she asked, tilting her head to the side.

No, Fritton, I have NOT been sleeping well. I felt like shrieking. Your Godforsaken face and body have wreaked havoc upon my dreams and nightmares, leaving me exhausted and wanting – no, needing more of you. Why can't you be less...you...?

'No.' I told her. There was no use lying to her on that one, even the palest foundation could not hide the dark marks of sleep under my eyes.

She adopted a mock-serious tone, and her posture straightened significantly, 'You haven't been smoking or drinking again, have you Kelly Jones?'

I laughed, despite myself.

'No, mum, just been getting laid every night!' I said, jokingly of course – there was only person I'd ever let that close to me. Well, ever again, that is.

'What?' She looked mortified, the playful tone dropping from her voice, 'I didn't think we were allowed boys in here!'

'Technically I don't go here anymore,' Smirking, I winked, 'but we aren't.'

Her facial expression was priceless. I watched with obvious amusement as the emotions and thoughts flooded across her pale face; confusion, intrigue, realisation, horror, and finally, acceptance.

Annabelle sat down on the bench behind her with a heavy 'thump'.

'Ohh.' Annabelle's brow furrowed in thought, 'So you were with a girl?'

'No, Fritton, I was joking.' I giggled and moved to sit on the wooden bench beside her.

'Oh!' She laughed, hiding behind a curtain of silky hair.

'You look really pretty with your hair down.' It just spilled out of my mouth; I was too entranced by the way her hair fell so perfectly over her shoulder to even comprehend what I was saying.

'Thank you.' She blushed, pink lightly grazing her cheeks.

I desperately tried not to notice how her face lit up when I said that, if she reciprocated my feelings, that would just make them all the more real – for the both of us.

I was beside Annabelle again, watching as she tried to control the group of over-excited girls before her.

'They just won't listen to me, Kel!' she sighed, exasperated, 'I don't know how you did it!'

'A whistle or a throaty yell never goes amiss.' I said, gazing around the room at the rowdy girls, 'God, they still behave like bloody children whenever something happens.'

Annabelle eyed me strangely, 'You do know that most of them actually are children, Kel?'

'Thank you, Captain Obvious!' I gave her a mock-salute, and then brought my fingers to my lips and let loose a piercing sound.

Apparently we both had the same idea.

Annabelle glanced at me, impressed, 'Nice.'

'Mhmm.' I smirked, 'Just get on with it, Fritton.'

'Right.'

I watched in awe as the girl I'd been in love with for just over a year managed to both present her case, listen to others arguments and complaints, and persevere, solving every little problem.

In just over 10 minutes.

Boy, do I pick them!

'So...' Annabelle gazed at me sadly, 'You're leaving?'

'Yeah.' I said, smiling softly, 'But I will come back.'

She mumbled something incoherent.

'What?'

'Do you promise...?' she asked, leaning against the hire car.

'I promise.' I grinned, 'Do you want me to pinkie-swear?'

She laughed that tinkly little laugh of hers, 'No, Kel, but you have to come back.'

'Why?' I was genuinely confused, 'I don't really have a reason to come back now, and I don't think St. Trinian's really needs me anymore.'

She let out a long, weary sigh, muttering something under her breath.

'What was that, Fritton?' I hadn't caught what she'd said.

'St. Trinian's will always need you, Kelly Jones.'

It was her birthday today; I knew that because I'd had it saved onto my iPhone from the first day I bought it.

She'd "borrowed" it as soon I put it down, entering her mobile number, name, address, several photos and her birthday [not that I minded too much].

Only problem was, I wasn't with her; instead, I was trailing around England looking for some bloody mobster who'd escaped from prison again [after I had put him there – twice!]. What an arsehole, I go to all the effort of escorting him to gaol and all he does is escape again! And to top it off, I can't be with my favourite person in the world on her birthday; her 18th, her only 18th. Ever.

Maybe I should call her?

No, then she will just end up persuading me to come back, and that is far too painful, even on such a special day. And anyway, I have to catch this stupid git, my arse is on the line, even though it was my pig of a partner who broke him out.

Stupid double-agent. Stupid MI5. Stupid mobster. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

A/N: School started today, it was actually fantastic! Basically all my friends were there, and I even discovered that I've been moved up in Maths to the top Maths class – now I'm in all the top classes, and boy, I had to work hard last year to achieve that! So to celebrate this awesome day I'm writing a new story [aaaaaaaurgh, I can't stick with things and I have SERIOUS writer's block], while I wait for others to write theirs, patiently [NOT!]. Thank you all SO much for all the loverly messages and reviews, you guys are all so awesomely nice.

ily xx

Cheh-cheh.

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