A/N: here's the next chapter, little bit of action and history for you in this one, but some dark themes near to the end of it, this does contain swearing and triggers but I don't go into explicit detail. The plot starts to pick up some more now, so should be fun :J
(Sorry if its short, I felt like it was best to end it where I did."
Disclaimer: I do not own St Trinians or it's characters, I own my OC's and the plot.
One Day Later
After spending many tedious days with their parents, Annabelle and Chrissy had somehow managed to convince them to allow a few days for themselves.
After all, its not often one gets to go to the Caribbean.
So now there they were, snuggled together on a hammock hung between two palm trees with Chrissy's arm slung behind Annabelle's head, allowing the brunette girl to use her shoulder as a pillow.
They had been in this comfortable position for a few hours, basking in their conversations and love. Annabelle was gently playing with the older girl's long silky blonde hair, earning soft humming from her.
"Can we go swimming?"
Chrissy slowly turned her head and opened her Heterochromia eyes. The left was a beautiful aqua blue, the right an enchanting emerald green. She smiled at the childish grin on her girlfriend's face, and cocked her head to the side at the random question.
"Come again?"
"Come on Chrissy, I really want to go in the water!"
"Give me a few more minutes Belle, we can go in the water then, I'm just too exhausted at the moment."
"Exhausted? Why?" Annabelle sat up on her elbows and bent down so she was leaning over Chrissy's face, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Chrissy sighed in content and brought her hands around Annabelle's waist, tugging so she fell down on top of her with a small grunt. She grinned at the brunette' girl's shocked expression and gave her forehead a quick kiss, cupping her face so they could look into each other's eyes.
"Do you know how many questions my mother can come up with, regarding our relationship? I have been asked way too many things which I would rather not ever, ever, repeat. And you know what? When I ask why she wants to know she replies with the same story about how she 'Wishes she could have experimented when she was younger' and 'Ohh, the curiosity just gets to me!' It's around about that time I run to our room and don't come out until morning."
Annabelle snorted and picked herself back up, gently jumping down out of the hammock.
"Where are you going?" Chrissy asked, rolling to the side and throwing an arm over her eyes.
"Oh nowhere…" Annabelle sang, in a tone of voice too innocent to be considered trustworthy.
"Belle… what are you – HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Chrissy shrieked as ice was thrown down her bikini clad front.
Her sudden start caused her to flip the hammock over, finishing with her falling face first into the white sand. Chrissy brought her head up and spat out some sand which had been caught in her mouth. She looked up and saw Annabelle stood with the, now empty, ice bucket in her hand, she had a blank expression. That soon changed however when Chrissy raised her eyebrow, Belle was now bent over at the waist, laughing uncontrollably as the memory of her badass girlfriend face planting the floor repeated in her head over and over.
"Belle… I'm in pain…" the blonde jutted out her lip and gave the best puppy eyes she could.
"Aww… want me to make it better?" Belle asked, playing along sympathetically.
"Yes actually, how about a nice kiss to make it better?" Chrissy opened her mouth and licked her lips seductively, which would have sent Annabelle crazy, if it weren't for the sand which surrounded her mouth.
"N-now Chris, baby, don't do anything hasty – murph!" Chrissy had lunged at the brunette and quickly locked their lips together, breaking away a moment later and laughed as Annabelle spat onto the ground and rubbed her tongue furiously.
"Oh gross, now I'll have to wash my mouth out…" Belle grumbled.
"Well I can help with that…" Chrissy then picked Belle up in a fireman's carry, running towards the water and when deep enough, threw her into the heated depths, laughing again as she came up for air spluttering and gasping.
"Oh my God! I hate you so much!"
"No you don't, you love me baby." Chrissy smirked when Annabelle didn't reply and brought the girl in for a hug.
"You're not wrong there…"
"Annabelle, I wanted to tell you something…"
"What?" Belle asked, leaning back to see Chrissy's face.
"I wanted to say that, you need to wake up."
"What?" Annabelle laughed.
"You need to get up Fritton."
With a silent gasp Annabelle sat up, looking around her environment in confusion.
"You're at St Trinians, remember?" the voice said again, she looked up to the owner of the voice and almost squealed when she saw the heavily painted face.
Emo, she thought.
"Hello; and you are..?" she asked, trailing off at the end.
"I'm Andrea, the leader of the Emo Tribe."
"Oh, hi. Why did you wake me?"
"Your phone was lit up; someone's been calling you every few minutes. Lucky you put it on silent or these girls would tear you to shreds for disturbing their sleep."
Annabelle nodded and sat up, pulling her hoodie on and taking her hockey stick with her. She turned back to thank the Emo but found the space to be empty. She caught movement on the other side of the room and saw a coffin close.
Annabelle shook her head and made her way out of the dorm. When outside she glanced at the caller i.d, frowning when she saw it was an Unknown Caller. Before she could think much on it the phone lit up again as the person started to call.
"Hello?" she asked, twiddling her hockey stick around idly as she walked into the main entrance hall where she was stampeded not to long ago.
"…"
"Hello..?" she asked again.
"…"
"Look, if you're not going to talk then why bother calling me just to-!"
"It's your fault."
She froze in shock, it can't be…
"Excuse me?"
"It – it's your fault this happened. YOU did this."
"N – No, it's not my fau-."
"Lies, YOU did this. No one else, but YOU."
By now tears were streaking down from her eyes.
"Please, I – I didn't mean to do anything wrong!"
"You did this."
"No…" she whimpered.
"You… you made it happen…"
"N – no…"
"IT. WAS. YOU!"
"NO!"
Annabelle threw her phone to the floor and slammed it with her hockey stick, not caring that it shattered a Bust across the Hall; her only thought was on how to stop the pain she was feeling.
"Annabelle Fritton!" she span on her heel, wiping the tears from her face, and saw a member of staff looking at her with a mixture of emotions, "I can't believe what you just did."
"Sorry Miss…" she grumbled under her breath.
"I've been looking for a shot like that all term. I am drafting you onto the hockey team, as of today." With that the blonde woman nodded her head and marched, literally marched, away. Annabelle sighed and shook her head, following after the most likely crazy woman up to the dormitories.
Blissfully unaware of the concerned and angry dark eyes hidden in the shadows.
One Week Later
It had been one whole week she had spent in this school, and honestly, things could have been going worse for the young Fritton. She had slowly started to become friends with the Emo Tribe leader, Andrea, and some of the First Years seemed to take a liking to her. She had caught two identical blonde girls in the corridor giving her a nod of approval when she had avoided another prank from the Terrible Twins. Since then the pranks had died down from the youngest year group, a large improvement indeed.
Also, the blonde girl from the Posh Totties always seemed to find where she was, sitting much closer than necessary and giving hardly hidden euphemisms. She had been politely declining any advances, but her patience was starting to run thin.
And finally, Kelly had been talking to her more and more, broadening their friendship and getting to know each other better. Annabelle did enjoy their talks, but she felt… unfaithful, whenever she even looked let alone speak to the older girl.
She sighed and shook her head, making her way to the dormitories. All this thinking was giving her a headache, and she was even more annoyed at the unnatural heat of Britain, it was snowing not to long ago for Christ's sake! But she couldn't exactly wear short sleeves now, could she?
'And whose fault is that?'
'Shut. The Fuck. Up.'
Now she was angry, not something good considering her temper. Annabelle clenched her fists and sped up on the walk towards her bed, pointedly ignoring all the curious looks she got from the other girls. But she froze in place when she got to her bed area.
No. Fucking. Way.
Her bags, which were stashed under her bed, had been unzipped onto her blankets with all of the stuff in it thrown across the bed. She looked over her things, her breathing getting ragged as her chest started to physically hurt.
"Who the fuck did this?" she growled, the room instantly went silent as the niece of Miss Fritton glared at all in the room. She caught the eyes of one girl who timidly glanced across the room to the Chav section, Annabelle followed her gaze and found one girl looking awfully smug, she held up something silver and Annabelle's whole body went ridged as she saw what it was.
"Lookin' for this Fritton?" she asked, waving the picture frame mockingly, like a carrot hung before a mule.
The picture she was holding was very dear to Annabelle, it was unknowingly taken a few weeks after Chrissy had asked her out, the aforementioned girl had stolen her phone and took a picture of herself smiling at the camera and just looking, well, simply amazing. She had then used it as the brunette's wallpaper. Annabelle loved it so much she had a copy printed and framed; she still has it as her wallpaper in fact.
So you could imagine how much it pissed her off to see it in the Chav's grubby hands.
"Give it back."
"Or wha'? What'ca gonna do abou' it Posh girl?"
Now fuming, Annabelle walked across the room with her first clenched. When she was closer to the girl who was slowly loosing her nerve, she brought her fist back and punched the other girl clean across the jaw. The room was filled with a spontaneous gasp, soon however it was replaced by cheering and chanting of the word 'fight', bets being placed on the New Girl Vs the Newest Chav.
The Chav reeled back in shock, dropping the picture as she did. Annabelle ignored the pain that shot down her wrist and latched onto the shocked girl's collar, pushing her into the wall. She slammed her fist back onto her cheek twice more but was pushed off by a quick kick from the other girl. She straightened up and blocked an oncoming fist, pushing it to the side to lay a good punch to the girl's other cheek. She landed a good knee to her gut, causing the other girl to lurch forwards in pain. Finally Annabelle brought her fist back up for a final hit to the face.
When the Chav fell forwards she caught her, bringing her back up by the collar and slamming her against the wall, staring her in the eye.
"I'm about to give you some advice kid. Don't. Fuck. With me. Got it?"
The unnamed Chav didn't answer, still not quite believing what was going on.
"Did you hear me fucktard?"
"Yes…" she mumbled.
"Good." Annabelle slammed her against the wall one more time for effect and pushed the girl to the floor.
She looked down and saw the picture on the ground, smashed in the middle of it. Annabelle picked it up and stared for a moment, and then she quickly put her barriers back up and speed walked out of the room, brushing past Taylor, Andrea, Polly and Kelly who stood at the door with tensed bodies. She could feel as they all followed her with their eyes.
She made her way to the roof, allowing her tears to fall as gut wrenching sobs surged through her. She looked down at the picture clutched in her hands, wincing at the pain shooting through her now newly bruised knuckles. She ran her fingers over the face behind the cracked glass, a laugh bubbling up as she saw the cheeky expression on the blonde's face.
That laugh soon faded however, and she looked at the picture with guilt and regret.
"I – I – I'm s – sorry Chr – issy… I tried to stop but without y – you here I – I don't think I can - ."
She stopped herself and hung her head, she slowly tuned the photo around, crying heavily as she did, and unattached the photo frame back, revealing a small razor blade. She then brought out her right arm, using her left hand to roll it up. She stared blankly at the lines which marked her skin, she had grown used to them by now.
She placed the blade on a clear patch of skin, not pressing down, just holding it there. She glanced up at the picture, her tears nearly blurring it out completely. Annabelle reached out with a shaky hand, and pulled it face down onto the floor. She then looked back to her arm and moved the blade with it.
She had tried to stop, honestly, she had. But this wasn't something she could switch off. She couldn't stop doing this, it was who she was.
With that thought, Annabelle pressed down on the blade.
By the time she was done, eight more lines marked her skin.
A/N: thanks for reading, sorry if this offended anyone. I've never really been in this position so I'm just going on what friends who have been in this situation told me.
Don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think :)
~Axinite15~
