So here is the next chapter.
It took an unexpected plot twist... But it won't sway as much as last time.
I grabbed a tray and as much food as possible before sitting myself down with my group of friends so we could chat. I did however still put one ear phone in. Despite all my bitchiness and bravado, music was a soft spot for me. I loved music and was passionate about it. I could play guitar and keyboard. My friends noticed it and smiled.
"So, what did Chels' want earlier?" Annabelle asked me, in between mouthfuls of beef.
"To borrow a car to pick her cousin up next week. So, I need to bunk off in a couple of days to head down south and steal my mother's."
"You gonna leave it in the garage?"
"Will that be cool?"
"Yeah, no problem. What car is it?"
"A Black Dodge Charger SRT 392. It's fast and manoeuvrable with its 6.4 litre V8 engine."
"Kate, you're swooning over a car," Kelly chuckled.
"I love that car." I continued eating and focused on my music whilst Kelly and Annabelle flirted subtly whilst still interacting with the others at the table.
As I let the music wash over me, I felt someone approach the table, standing in front of me. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw Miss Fritton. I took out my headphones instantly in respect.
"Yes Miss Fritton?"
"I'd like to show you something Katie. Only those with pure musical talent are allowed to know about it."
"Yes, Miss." I stood and followed her out of the room. We walked down the corridor to the end. Miss Fritton poked a bit of wood sticking out and a door opened. Behind said door was a complete recording studio.
"This is where that 50 grand from School Challenge went."
"I did wonder," I smiled. "Can I...?"
"It's yours. The only others that know about it are The Banned, Kelly and Annabelle. Kelly and Annabelle know about it because I tell all head girls."
"I owe you big time, Miss."
"I agree."
I smiled at all the equipment, not to mention, the instruments. 50 grand's worth. I turned to thank Miss Fritton again but she was gone. I thought about going back to lunch because I was hungry but I saw a red '50s Stratocaster. It was the probably the most beautiful and old-fashioned instrument here. I picked up and began to tune it. I thought whilst doing so. I had the chance to record my songs. Once the guitar was tuned I started playing a small improvised melody on it and then started developing it. I walked over to the beautiful ebony piano and started playing something similar on that. It was composing time. I even had the chance to record it. I went over to my bag and got out a huge manuscript notepad to write it down. I knew I was going to need a new one soon as my current one was nearly full up.
Twenty minutes later the tune had been perfected and recorded. I was going to take this to the Banned and ask them to record lyrics. I tucked the CD into my bag with my manuscript paper and left the studio. I started humming my new tune. I went back to the lunch hall and saw it was empty. I saw my abandoned tray on the table as I left.
I headed up to the dorm and saw everyone lounging around. I dumped my bag next to my bed and went to speak to people. Just as I sat myself down next to Roxy for a catch up, Bianca and Jess came over.
"Oi, Kate!" Bianca hollered.
"Yes, Bianca?" I sighed.
"Where have you been?"
"Wandering," I replied carefully.
"Fancy convincin' Belle to let us 'ave a partay?"
"Why me?" I groaned.
"'Cos she listens to ya."
"Why do you want to have a party?"
"To celebrate," she replied like it was obvious.
"Celebrate what, exactly?"
"St. Trinians, and the start of the new term."
"Term hasn't even started yet."
"Whateva, just ask for us."
"Fine," I gave in, knowing Bianca and Jess wouldn't shut up about it otherwise. "Where is she?"
"In 'er room."
"I'm going," I stood up. "We'll catch up later, Rock Star." Roxy glared at the nickname.
I walked out of the dorm, wandering the past the posh totties who were currently operating their hotline. Three was bad enough and now there was presumably going to be a forth, how the hell am I going to not strangle one of them with their own feather boas? Ulch. Just breathe through it, Kate. Everything will be fine.
~~~~Annabelle's P.O.V~~~~
Kelly pressed herself against me, pushing me further down into the mattress, pinning my hands above my neck with one of her own as she assaulted my neck. She bit me and then soothed the sting with her tongue. It was doing things to me and I couldn't cope. She always managed to reduce me to a puddle of mush with a few simple actions.
"If you've given me a fucking hickey, Kelly Jones, I'm gonna…" I trailed off into a moan when she pressed her knee against my centre.
"Relax, my love. It's not visible. Plus, hickeys are gonna be the least of your worries by the time I'm finished," she grinned devilishly.
"God, I love you."
"I love you too, Annabelle." She kissed me passionately before returning back to my neck and sucking near pulse point, not hard enough to leave a hickey.
As Kelly's spare hand started its descent, there was a knock on the door followed by a curious voice, whom I recognised instantly as Kate.
"Is it safe to come in?" I groaned inwardly and pushed Kelly off of me who landed on the bed with a dull thud. I did my shirt buttons up and stood up. Kelly sat herself up on my bed, using one arm to support her weight as she blatantly checked me out.
"Yes, Kate, it is." The door swung open and she leant herself against my door which she shut behind herself.
"What were you two up to?" Kate eyed us suspiciously.
"Have a guess, Wakefield."
"I don't want to know." Katie shuddered visibly. "Anyways, fancy doing a bit of partying tonight?"
"Why?"
"Why not? Celebrate because Kel is here, even though she's always here despite having a job…"
"It's starting to sound like you're complaining about me."
"Me? Never?" Sarcasm dripped off every word. Kelly came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"So, what do you say, babe? A party does sound good."
"Yeah, why not?" I grinned at them both. "Get Bianca to set it up. And the twins can help by supplying the alcohol."
"Sure thing, Head Girl," Kate smiled and slipped out of the door. A few moments before I turned around in my girlfriend's arms and smirked. Kelly raised her eyebrow.
"Shall we continue where we left off?" I was pressed into the door straightaway, blood red lips capturing my own.
~~~~Kate's P.O.V~~~~
I strolled back into the dorm, back towards where everyone was sitting and sat myself down on the closest bed. They all turned to face me, expectantly but I just gave them a blank look back.
"What?!" I asked after a few moments.
"Well, what did Belle say?"
"Oh. Yeah. She said we could have a party."
"Yes!" They all high-fived each other.
"Bianca is to set up and the twins are to supply the alcohol but that's the only specific instructions I received. Where are the twins, anyway?" They all shrugged as Bianca got up and dragged Jessica with her to start setting up.
"We heard the word alcohol being mentioned." Right on cue, they turned up.
"Hey, you two. How are my favourite twins?"
"We're good, Katie. So? Alcohol?"
"Right, we're having a party tonight for some unknown reason. Fancy supplying the alcohol?"
"Sure. Let's talk prices."
"Aww, come on, girls. You can't just do me a solid."
"We're supplying the start of term party with free alcohol. We need a profit somewhere, Kate."
"Fine." I gave in to them. (I mean, how can you not?). "Unlimited supply of candy for six months on my credit card and I'll give you my anger management spot for a month; except on Wednesday's. I need my Wednesday spot."
"Add on extra explosives and we have a deal."
"You two drive a hard bargain." I hugged them both and they ran off with smiles.
"You are such a sucker when it comes to those two," Roxy laughed at me, sitting herself down next to me (which happened to be her bed).
"Whatever, Rockstar. I'd like to see you go up against them."
"No, thanks. I value my life."
We sat for an hour just chatting about everything before making our way downstairs to help out. Straight away, I was on heavy lifting duty, moving all the amps and lighting to where they needed to go.
I had everything done in half an hour and wandered over to the lighting control where Daisy was plugging everything in to the right ports.
"We all good?"
"Yep, just testing out the lighting. What theme should we have tonight for the decorations?"
"I dunno. What are the options for me to pick from?"
"Action movie," she prattled off a list and I zoned out. "So?"
"How about no theme, and let's just have a night of partying."
"Hmm…" she sounded sceptical.
"Trust me, Daisy. We don't need a theme tonight. We're just letting our hair down."
"Okay," she sounded disheartened.
"Daisy," Belle walked in, looking impeccable, as always. "You can decorate for the party next week. She brightened visibly. "And, Kate?" I turned to face her.
"Yeah?"
"You've got a phone call."
"From whom?"
"They refused to say. The only thing they divulged was that it was imperative they talk to you."
"Okay, I'll find out who it is. Did Beverly hold the call in reception?"
"Of course. Report back here afterwards."
"Yes, boss." I walked out into the foyer where Beverly held the phone out to me and hit the hold button before leaving the room.
"This is Kate Wakefield? Who's calling?"
"Your worst nightmare."
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