The huddle of St. Trinian's grinned as their Head Girl laid down the plan, all coiled with mischievous energy. Annabelle Fritton was busy wondering how the hell Kelly came up with these schemes, almost in an instant, always tactically brilliant and fully utilizing all of her resources. If she ever decided to use her powers for good the authorities would probably be celebrating her as a genius, instead of classifying her as a potential future surveillance target (Polly had found her file when they hacked into a government database and Kelly had it framed and put on her bedroom wall).
"So girls, are we all agreed?" Kelly asked softly, out of earshot of the group of local boys who were creeping close to them.
The girls all excitedly nodded their assent, itching to get started on causing some chaos and mayhem. There was a low murmur as the various cliques began to move closer together and discuss their part in the scheme.
"Ok, Emos and Chavs you're up first with the distraction, don't forget the rope off the first years. Twins and Geeks move into position but wait for my signal, Annabelle and Posh Totty you're with me"
Kelly rushed through the last of her orders before the boys could overhear anything. Annabelle watched as one of the first years came scuttling through the crowd of older girls stood nearer to the Head Girl and dumped a heavy looking backpack at Taylor's feet.
"Watch it these are Jimmy Choos!" Taylor hissed down at her
"No they aint they're just imitation!" the girl replied before darting back to the safety of her own year when Taylor held up a hand threatening to slap her.
The other Chavs closed together around the bag so it wasn't visible to the pack of boys who had finally snuck up next to them. One walked out in front, chest puffed up and a smarmy grin covering his face and had obviously been elected spokesman judging by his smug grin and overconfident swagger. He wore a short grey woollen jacket over suspiciously ironed-looking jeans, black leather shoes with a striped scarf draped what he wanted people to believe was casually over his neck. He was obviously going for the American East Coast Preparatory style and wound up looking more like a Debenhams mens wear mannequin.
"Good Evening Ladies" he drawled slimily, like most males looking first at Kelly and then running his gaze along Annabelle and the Posh Totty, who had long ago swore never to pay him attention as not only was he far too poor (not even aristocracy!) but his perfectly tousled blonde locks looked as though they required more styling in the morning than their own, which would never do.
As arranged, nearly all the girls rolled their eyes, turned and walked away leaving them with the Chavs feigning interest and a few assorted first years who, unbeknownst to the boys, were there to help the Chavs in the second part of their plan. As they sauntered off toward some of the fairground rides Kelly was whispering directions and questions at Andrea at her right while at her left, Annabelle the newest St Trinian, was very conscious not only of the drunken wolf whistles being directed at them coming from a group of men in their late twenties but also the outraged tutts and whispers coming from a group of middle aged women they passed, one very obviously pointing at the length of her school skirt. She raised her head a little but couldn't help the little blush that had spread on her cheeks.
"Ignore the old bags" Chelsea purred in her right ear "if they had legs like yours they'd have their skirts this short too!"
She gave Annabelle's hand a reassuring squeeze and the new girl looked back at her and smiled gratefully. Her eyes carried on past Chelsea's head in the direction of where half a dozen of the Chavs had coupled off with the local boys and were headed into the grounds surrounding the Parish church, leaving a few of their clique and the first years in the same spot, surrounding the backpack.
"They're headed toward the graveyard" she murmured to Kelly
"Knew it, they always suggest the same thing, a drink and a tour of the graveyard. Every girl's turn on isn't? Cheap Cider and a quick fumble behind a headstone!" Kelly grinned back at her.
"Don't worry Taylor knows what to do"
Annabelle tittered nervously and dropped eye contact. She was sure Taylor did know exactly what she was doing. Not for the first time since starting at St. Trinian's she felt completely inexperienced compared to the other girls, but desperately didn't want Kelly to know in case she lost any of the esteem she had earned from the Vermeer robbery.
That all started to fade into the background of her mind as they approached the group of local girls and a few local boys that had either been rejected by the St. Trinian's or were too afraid to be interested in them. Unlike the first group they had come across who still fancied their chances with the girls, these were either too jealous due to the amount of attention they lost when the school girls were in town or too bitter from their rejection to be nice.
"Oh look its St. Trinian's school for slappers and ASBO Pikeys who no one else'll have" sneered one particularly frightening looking Chav girl
"Yea it is" Kelly replied smoothly and sickeningly sweet
Phase 2 of the plan was under way.
