Chapter Two: Going Strong.

Kelly wanted to throttle the new girl. How dare she grass on them! They were trying to save their school, their home. She should be helping them! Not hindering them! This just proved she wasn't a St Trinian after all.

'Maybe not I'll stop lusting after her.'

Kelly glared bloody murder at the girl as they started to leave.

"Maybe we can just…borrow it?"

Fritton's voice broke that sad silence. Kelly made a snide comment but was surprised when Polly caught on to Fritton's scheme.

'How does little miss perfect daddy's girl know about that scam anyway? Or any scam? Like she knows anything about criminal activity!' Kelly thought bitterly.

She'd desperately been trying to distance herself from the new girl ever since her first night. It hadn't really worked what with watching her sleep every night like a creeper but she was trying. She hated the desperate need she felt for the new girl. She wanted to distance herself from the girl as much as possible. Even hate would work if it meant she would stop feeling this need. She took every opportunity to make scathing comments about the girl and bring her down. Of course, it wasn't working. Every night she checked to make sure the girl was safe and happy. The girl never exactly looked happy, awake or asleep, but she was safe. The night of the hockey game had been the worst. The girl had obviously been having a nightmare, tossing and turning all night, muttering and whimpering things like "no" and "don't" and "please", none of which Kelly liked hearing. Kelly had gently stroked the hair out of her face and held her hand until she calmed down. The girl hadn't had an easy night since.

'That school must have freaking tortured her.' She thought with a snarl.

She noticed Fritton flinch.

'Damn. She thinks I'm angry at her.' Kelly sighted. 'Wait. I am angry at her! She grassed on us! Yeah, but it wasn't malicious. She's worried about us getting caught. She's just trying to help. And she did just come up with a safer plan. Damn it! Why do I have to be crushing on the damn girl? I can't even be mad at her!' Kelly yelled at herself.

By that point a safer plan had been approved and they were all walking out. All except Fritton. The girl was waiting for them all to leave and get a fair distance away before following. Kelly's other concern about the girl, she had no friends. She had no one to support her and Kelly was fairly certain she was the only one to have noticed not only the nightmares but Fritton's habit of flinching at loud noises and sudden movements or the way she stayed clear of anyone getting in her personal space. In the month she had been there, the girl had learned to look after herself because she knew for sure that no one had her back. But it was more than that. It was like the girl had always had to fend for herself. She hadn't bothered to try and make friends, seeming to assume no one wanted her company anyway. It worried Kelly more than she wanted to admit. Something just didn't seem right about the younger Fritton and it didn't sit well with the Head Girl.

She watched as Fritton Jr. carefully watched them leave before slowly making her own way out.

'She doesn't trust us. Why should she? Maybe she can be a St. Trinian yet.' Kelly mused as she walked away to start planning Heist idea's with Polly.

Kelly watched with amusement as Annabelle mentioned the fact that the famous art dealer was gay. It was as if she had physically punched Flash who started to sulk like a child. N

"Righ' then. I better go I guess. Lot's of readin' to do an' all tha'. He mumbled, hurrying away before more bad news could be thrown at him.

Kelly admired that satisfied and smug smirk on Annabelle's face as she watched the spiv leave.

"Is he really gay?" she asked, curious.

Annabelle turned to her.

"Who? The art dealer?" she inquired.

Kelly just gave a slight nod.

Annabelle shrugged.

"Search me. Serves the guy right for shagging you with his eyes all the time." She answered.

Kelly arched an eyebrow.

'Was that jealousy?' she wondered.

Before she could inquire further an alarm sounded from the watch tower.

"Black Eagle! 1 O'clock!"

Seeing what looked like a press van, Kelly swore.

"Start alerting people." She ordered.

Annabelle nodded and they both took off running as the alarm was sounded through the school, everyone quickly moving to cover things up.

'I guess I'll have to wait till later to find out if she was jealous. Bloody hell.' She sighed and ran into The Heist Room with Annabelle, annoyed at having to wait even longer.

When Kelly finally fell into her room that night it was with a lot of mumbled curses and a desperate need for a strong drink.

'Fritton! Damn you! Giving me a bloody heart attack! Since when was it your job to cover for us? Standing up to the bloody minister. And what was that about favorite victim? Thwait's Jr. is going down next time she's here. No one hurts my Belle. Wait? My Belle? Since when was she Belle? Since when was she mine? St. Trinian's new girl. That's better. No one hurts a ST. Trinian. Except she's not a St. Tinian. Not yet anyway.' She rambled.

A quiet knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts and sleepy haze.

"Someone's suicidal." She muttered.

Getting up and opening the door she found Chelsea waiting impatiently.

"What?" Kelly growled menacingly.

"We want to give Annabelle her St Trinian make-over." Chelsea quickly explained, everyone knew it was better not to risk Kelly Jones' wraith when she was tired but this was important.

'She reading my mind now?' Kelly wondered.

"Now?" she asked, instead.

Chelsea nodded.

"She proved herself today. The girls agree it's time we made her one of us." She explained.

Kelly nodded, having to agree.

'I was pretty much just thinking the same thing.' She thought.

"Alright. Let's go." She decided.

Chelsea smiled.

"Yay! She's already asleep so this will be fun." She said gleefully.

Kelly felt like someone had punched her.

'Shit. Poor girls gonna wake up terrified.' Kelly thought, knowing of the girls nightmares. 'Nothing I can do. I'm Head-Girl and its tradition. She'll just have to deal. Bravery is part of being a St. Trinian. Show no fear. She'll deal.'

She followed Chelsea into the dorms and helped everyone quietly set up before watching as the girl was woken and strapped to a chair. Sure enough the girl was scared but she did her best to not show it.

'That's my girl' Kelly thought with a smug smirk.

She watched in amusement as the first years (mainly TnT) made the girl into one of them.

'Aww. Cute.' She thought, amused.

The look wasn't for the girl but it was adorable.

The Chav's look was hot but didn't quite fit the girl.

'Make-up and jewelry like that just don't work for her. And she doesn't have their attitude. Thank Christ!'

When the Posh Totty took their turn Kelly almost had a heart attack.

'What the hell? That's not even a bloody skirt! She has really long legs. Christ! No way! I'm not allowing that skirt! I'll die of heart failure within a week!' Kelly thought, swallowing hard.

She let out a soft whimper at the sex kitten pose Belle had for a photo, gaining an amused look from Polly before she moved forward to put Belle in her own look.

The Geek look didn't really work either.

'She looks to uptight. It's kinda cute but I prefer her more relaxed.'

The Emo look wasn't her at all.

'Go back to the Chav. The eyes look good but the look just isn't her.'

Finally Celia had a turn with Chelsea helping. When Belle stood up, smile in place, everyone knew it was her look.

'Christ she's hot. Thank Christ that skirt came down. Maybe now I'll be able to focus on her face instead of those amazing legs.' Kelly thought, relieved.

"You're drooling." Polly softly murmured.

"Huh!" Kelly quickly checked, finding nothing.

Looking at Polly she found the head Geek smirking.

"Ha, bloody ha. Very funny." She growled.

Polly just kept smirking.

"So…how do you feel?" she asked Belle, ignoring the Geek.

"Like a St. Trinian." Belle replied with a smirk.

As the cheers went up and the dancing started, Kelly noticed Belle make her way over to her. As they started to dance back-to-back Kelly couldn't help but smile.

"What do you think?" Belle's quiet voice whispered in her ear.

"I think you made the right choice. You look like a true St. Trinian. Your one of us now." Kelly replied.

At Belle's bright smile she couldn't help but add to her last comment.

"Plus you look bloody hot."

Belle's smile lit up the room.

As they continued to dance Belle's body stayed close to Kelly's. The two were never too far away from each other.

As the music was finally turned off and lights out was called, Belle pulled Kelly into a tight hug.

"Never as hot as you." She whispered into the Head Girls ear.

Before Kelly could say a word Belle had moved off to change and crawl into bed, this time in shorts and a tank like some of the other girls.

Kelly swallowed deeply.

'Those legs are going to kill me. Wait…she thinks I'm hot? Does that mean I've got a shot?' she wondered.

She walked out and headed to her own room.

'At least I won't watch Belle sleep tonight. Big day today. I need all the sleep I can get. I'll address the Belle issue when the heist is over with.' She decided.

That set she crawled into bed and fell asleep, unable to stop herself from wishing Belle were in bed next to her.