Nope, the Muse is still on the loose. Hope someone catches her soon; she's a tricky little thing. For now I'm borrowing someone else's muse in an attempt at updating. I've had a lot of distractions, lately, from the death of my poor baby. Among the many of them is that I have to rewrite several chapters of the book I've been working on for a long while, will be moving to a bigger apartment with a friend in a few months (and thus need to get that arranged and pack)… and am apparently going to be a share-holder/owner and manager for a game store that some of my friends are opening. It's… busy… here. Well, here's the best update that I can throw at you then. Have at it.
Annabelle had obediently changed and met her in the garage where the little bike was stored. Kelly had almost tagged along to 'supervise' the girl in assurance that her clothes were appropriate to the upcoming bit of fun, but had decided against it. She didn't really want to know how Belle would react to that… if she would slam the door in the Head Girl's face, or go ahead with dressing in front of her. Having a door slammed on her wouldn't have been too bad to deal with, though it was possible that Belle would have been difficult about cooperating afterward. If she'd let me watch though… nice as that image is, I don't think I'd be able to not make an utter fool of myself. Kelly smirked to herself, feeling the other girl silently straddle the bike behind her, slipping on a helmet. Yes, Belle, I want you desperately. You're so sweet for letting me watch you like the creeper that I am. May I have some cream to go along with that sugar? I'd never live that down.
"You know, Kell, when you think that hard I fear your brain may melt out of your ears." Annabelle teased, and Kelly could practically hear the smirk in her voice. With a roll of her eyes and a snort in response, not deigning to rise to that, she kicked the bike into gear and buzzed out of the garage, aiming away from St. Trinian's territory. "Where are we going?"
Kelly smirked again at the shouted question, feeling the girl tighten her grip around her as they jetted along the winding road that separated the school from the rest of the world. With a quick twist of her wrist and a bit of a tweak, her speed shot up just before they hit a turn, and Annabelle squeaked behind her, clinging all the closer in fright. She slowed just a bit as they hit a more major street though. "Don't you want it to be a surprise, Belle?" There was just another startled squeal as she sped around another corner.
The ride had been amusing to say the least. Every time that Annabelle had gotten a bit too curious, Kelly had made sure to increase their speed just a bit, and the questions cut off immediately. The girl was a fast learner. And damn the little nymph for it. I liked those tight turns. Their one stop for gas had been… satisfactory though. She'd gone in to pay with cash, of course. When she'd emerged, Belle had stretched forward on the bike, arching her back in an attempt to work out whatever muscle kings had afflicted her from the ride. The pose was something that Kelly wished that she could have been behind the camera for. This last small stretch the girl had been quiet for though.
Kelly suspected that Annabelle knew exactly where they were going, which wasn't difficult after seeing the sign for Cheltenham, and it should be easy enough to guess why. She'd brought all of her lock-picks, and a few other supplies tucked away in her small satchel and pockets. Likely Belle could feel their outlines, by now. When they finally stopped and hid the bike just out of easy sight from the main building, she turned to look at her current co-conspirator. Annabelle looked oddly wooden, though, staring up at her old school. Probably, had she not become so firmly a St. Trinian in the time spent away from that place, she'd be frightened to tears. Kelly hadn't actually anticipated her reaction.
Belle isn't really like the rest of us… She chose to join us, chose to be one of us… but she's still not really… like us. Kelly frowned to herself, hiding the expression as she carefully removed her helmet and fluffed her hair. One of us would want to near destroy the school, dominate it… she probably… just wanted to avoid it.
"So we're going to have us a bit of trouble then, Kelly?" Annabelle's voice was as off as her expression had been, but when the Head Girl turned to her, she had a strange grin on her lips. Kelly almost mourned seeing it there. It looked… pained, and… almost accepting. "I can't say they don't deserve it."
"Eh… Annabelle…" Kelly sighed, hating to show her vulnerable side. "We can go back. I'm… sorry."
"Afraid of a bit of mischief, Kell?" Annabelle's eyes looked glittery and strange, like hollow glass. "Don't back out now. Can't get in without you." She smiled broadly, the expression still looking a little wooden, and grabbed the Head Girl's hand. Glass-eyes narrowed into a determined frown, she pulled Kelly forward, sneaking around in a way that only someone familiar with the territory could. Kelly swallowed hard, watching her, and simply fought an internal battle on how to deal with what she'd done.
TBC
Wow, short, yeah, I know… but there is actually more. I have it in another chapter waiting for you, I just wanted to be completely cruel and leave you with that cliff hanger. ^.^ I know I'm evil.
