A continuation of 'The Fine Line'. Enjoy.
Crossing The Line
It was amazing. They were sat, side by side, silently and for once they weren't shouting. Many a first year had ran off and dived under beds for fear of an Apocalypse, most stared in utter shock before being pulled away by the less shocked, saving them from a potential and yet very possible fist to the face. What was going on! To put it simply the pair were working on their future plans, the sheets of paper, pens and pencils covered in writing and scribbles. They were doing it together.
They were talking normally to one another, normal tones of voice, looking serious and thoughtful. 'Has Hell froze over?' was the most common question going through everyone's minds but they wouldn't speak it, it was a miracle… probably… Not to the tribes of the two who were also for once united in the simultaneous conclusion their tribe leaders had gone mad or 'bloody bonkers yea'?' Something was terribly wrong with the world… Had to be.
What Kelly, Annabelle, Chelsea, Polly and Celia knew however was that they were not in fact mental but were finally getting to grips with their 'hate'. Something had happened that had made them understand. It was something that they'd keep between the two of them to the grave… it was one of those moments, the ones where everything just clicks.
They'd been bickering, ranting on the roof of St Trinians about how Taylor should really stop her Chavs from bugging the Emos due to the fact SHE can't keep track of her bloody earrings and how Taylor reckons the Emo's need to go have a chat with their dead buddies and see if they know what the hell Andrea's talking about either because she doesn't. Voices rising in volume, stepping closer with every snapped and hissed insult they could think off until they were inches apart, staring each other down. Silent and unmoving.
Both glaring and growling, fists clenched and trembling in contained fury before rather abruptly they'd relaxed, the anger gone in near an instant because they'd come to the same conclusion in that one long, hard look. 'You don't hate me do you?'… Andrea's expression hadn't changed for a moment before she'd grabbed the hideous Adidas jacket and yanked Taylor into a very forceful and meaningful kiss because they always had talked better when they didn't say a word.
Kelly hadn't seen it but she hadn't needed to, she had seen them afterwards, Andrea smirking, Taylor looking flustered but with a smaller, similar smirk as the Head Emo had strolled off with a swagger.
"Later Goth girl!" Taylor had called earning a middle finger.
"Whatever Trakkie fest!" Andrea had returned, sending a distinctly and rather uncharacteristically seductive glance over her shoulder that had left Taylor staring after her, slack jawed with no comeback. Looking like a 'pillock' as she'd so appropriately say, not that she'd ever admit that, nor would Kelly ever admit to watching the exchange from within a store cupboard in her OWN school. Some things just were meant to be kept secret.
So they sit together and they plan because when they leave school they've decided they're going to get a flat, see how it goes and put Taylor's solid right hook to good use… not legal use but good use… They might not use the L word yet but they both know that it's probably what it is. They're growing up, they'll still taunt and mock but they'll know what it really means. They're growing up and they'll be damned if they don't at least try and do it together.
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