I dunno what this is other than Belle/Andrea... A story is what it is going to be... I think. Enjoy and do read the end note. Might make more sense as to where this is going.

Weird as innit?

"What's wrong?" Andrea had asked innocently and that was all the girl before her needed to get her talking and she just didn't stop… at all, growing more and more irritated and vehement with her words as she went on. "Belle…" Andrea droned but the other girl didn't even notice, too busy ranting to herself, cursing and grumbling about anything and everything that had ticked her off that day, glaring at the floor as she did like it would burst into flames. Her pale skinned friend was rather surprised it didn't. "Belle?" Andrea repeated more firmly but still got no reply and she sighed softly. She was a rather patient person but Annabelle was beginning to get to her. "Annabelle!" She growled forcefully and the source of her frustration snapped out of it and looked to her. "Calm down…" The Emo before her added nearly gently with half a worried look, a bit anxious as to the mental state of the girl perched on the Emo's bed.

"Right… sorry," Belle agreed, taking several deep breathes and Andrea sat beside her on the covers.

"Why don't you say it again? Slower?" She suggested and Annabelle nodded her agreement and much more calmly began to explain the series of events that had led up to her stress fuelled, rage induced complain-fest.

"It all started this morning. I was asleep and then my phone rang, which was okay even if I had a massive hangover, I could deal with that but because it was first thing in the morning and I was still a little drunk I didn't check the called ID and so I ended up answering to my father! I then had to listen to him lecture me for five minutes before I then threw my phone out the nearest window. It landed in the pond. I've lost my phone. I then had a shower only to discover SOMEBODY switched my soap for something that makes you dirtier and I had to wash AGAIN. Chelsea stole my shoes and shredded them because she thought it was me who'd blown up her Gucci bag! Why would she think it were me? So I did some searching and found out Polly, POLLY of all people told her it was me and hand even photoshopped an image of me with them on! How did she even do that?" As Annabelle continues on and on Andrea keeps listening, nodding where appropriate and letting the girl get it all out of her system. She obviously needs this or else she might have a mental breakdown. How ironic and everyone thought it was Emos that did that.

"Then Kelly goes and gives me the remains of my shoes. Why bother? They're ruined, but she did and she was laughing borderline hysterically. I wanted to kill her! I then discovered Taylor had hotwired MY car, MY car and driven it around the grounds FAR too fast and has ruined the suspension and it's now filthy! Verity has sworn vengeance upon me and even if I know she can't do anything it's just another bloody annoyance that I'm going to have to deal with. To top it all off, the food fight got blamed on the Posh Totty and because I'm apparently mostly Totty I had to help them clean up their mess! It's just gone horribly wrong and if one more thing happens, ONE MORE THING I will have to dunk those responsible in honey and leave them to be eaten by Janie's colony of fire ants!" Belle said fiercely before taking several more deep and calming breathes, fists clenched tightly, her knuckles white and Andrea raised an eyebrow at her. Who knew Annabelle had the capacity to be so violent?... Wow.

The Emo took a moment to take in Annabelle's dishevelled form, the dark rings around her eyes, shoes gone… but of course, her hair messy and somewhat wild, many little things all adding up to a rather bruised and beaten result. Could Andrea be blamed then when the slightest hint of an amused smirk crept up onto her features? Apparently so. "It's not funny Andrea!" Belle scowled, folding her arms sternly and the Emo looked the tribeless girl up and down again thoughtfully before smirking again.

"Of course not... but have you seen yourself Belle? You look like you got hit by a truck and blasted with a fire hose all in one," She pointed out, thinking for a moment to find the right words.

"… I did get hosed at one point…" Annabelle conceded looking thoroughly miserable.

"Maybe then, you ought to get cleaned up and refreshed and then we can discuss revenge," Andrea replied smoothly in typical Emo cool and she saw the other girl's eyes flash.

"Revenge… Well... I HAVE had a bad day…" Belle nodded, a dark smile forming in a rather dangerous and somewhat Emo way that made Andrea wonder if Annabelle could ever have been Emo... Possibly, it wouldn't surprise her.

"You said Chelsea took your shoes… why aren't you wearing another pair?" She asked slightly off topic, her gaze dropping to bare feet, a hint of curiosity and mild confusion in her tone.

"When I say shoes, I mean shoes as in plural. She took them all…" Belle muttered grouchily, bluntly and Andrea had to bite the inside of her cheek to prevent a snicker and she fought to convince herself it wasn't THAT funny and Emo's don't laugh anyway.

"Right… Perhaps you should borrow some of my boots?" She suggested.

"Yes… then I'm going to have a shower… and then I'm going to kill Chelsea…" Annabelle decided, sounding deadly serious.

"But that would be too easy…" Andrea reasoned as she pulled out a pair of her flat soled boots from beneath her bed and handed them over.

"… Yes… FAR too easy. I'm going to get planning. Thanks Andrea… and I think I'm going to need your expertise," Belle pondered before she strolled off casually, boots over her shoulder, deep in thought and the Head Emo watched her go, smirking again to herself and she shook her head lightly. She didn't suppose she'd ever be able to understand Annabelle Fritton or her many sides but she wouldn't mind trying… and perhaps getting to dish out some Emo style vengeance on some Chavs at the same time could be a rather nice bonus.

She was so preoccupied watching the brunette vanish out the dorms that she didn't notice Taylor stood with Kelly, the pair eagles eyed, locked onto her, the Head Chav chewing her gum loudly with her arms folded loosely and she looked to the dark haired girl at her side.

"Weird as innit?" She grunted.

"Hmm… yes it is," Kelly Jones agreed and Taylor gave a firm nod at the agreement.

"So wha' we gonna do?" She questioned.

"… Nothing… yet," The Head Girl decided slyly and the frown forming on the Chav's face quickly faded into a grin.

"A'right… Le's see wha' Morty does then."

"Or what Belle does."

"...Twenty on Caspa'."

"You sure Taylor? Your rival?"

"Yea' 'cause it'll be 'er. Belle's not 'ard enough yet."

"'Yet'?… I'm beginning to like that word."

"...I'm beginning not ta'…"

I dunno what this is exactly. I reckon I'm going to turn this into the many stages of vengence that follow whilst developing the Rea/Belle relationship. I'm not sure, review and let me know what you think. Oh and credit to Darkwolf109 for this damned complicated pairing that is IMPOSSIBLE to get the hang of yet I've somehow come to like. Congrats to you.