A/N Hi again. I'm updating this fast, beacuse I'm really loving where this story is going. This chapter's a little darker than the last. ;) Thank you for the reviews I've already recieved. And... hope you enjoy chapter two. :)

(Another Author's Note:) The actual title of the chapter was going to be '5 Bottles, 1 Photo and a Packet of Smokes Spells Trouble' but it was too long :(


It may have been midday, but that wouldn't have mattered what time it was. They would have done the same had it been 8am or 6pm. Allowing Annabelle to take the lead up the all too familiar staircase, Kelly's mind fell to whether this was a good idea. Casual flirting, holding hands, messing around. That was one thing. This, though. This was another, She knew full well, that after she had announced they should split, Annabelle had been… fairly het-up, to say the least. But it had only been fair. She was going off jet setting around the world and Annabelle would be at St Trinian's. She knew she didn't want a long distance relationship.

And anyway,' She reminded herself as Annabelle put the key into the door, 'I work better on my own. And undoubtedly, she works better without me.'

As they stepped into what was always designated as the current Headgirl's room, Kelly noticed a few, almost, worrying things. First was a sight; the packet of cigarette's that lay in obvious view of the door. She could have sworn that the last time she had seen the younger girl that no cigarette had ever sat between those red lips. Had she taken up smoking? Surely not… Second was a sound; bottles, she would have guessed four of five; clinking together in a guilty manner as they were kicked underneath the bed with a swift flick of a heeled boot. The third, a smell; Corresponding with the sound, the smell of stale alcohol lingered in the room… and not just in the room. She thought she had smelt it on Annabelle's breath as they said what would have been goodbye… had she not agreed to stay. As Annabelle moved to cover the third incriminating item, a photo of Kelly that sat on her dresser, the subject of the photo kicked the bottles out from under the bed. The first three were wine. Red, as Annabelle liked. Kelly couldn't help smirking. Annabelle always had been a classy drinker for a St Trinian. But the next two worried her. Vodka, though, Kelly was grateful to see, not brewed on the premises. Had Annabelle been drinking it straight?

She should have left then. Left it as a clean break not kept leading her on. She longed to say, 'You're a mess, Fritton', but what actually came out of her mouth was

"When did you take up vodka and fags, Fritton?"

Annabelle, shook her head, leaning up from the incriminating photo frame she had flipped down to hide the camera's subject. "You told me. The girl's can smell fear.." She paused, picking up the packet of cigarettes and rolling them round in her hand, "And I know they have a key to the room. Best to keep up the image wouldn't you say?"

Kelly shook her head dispelling whatever thought had been lingering. Of course Annabelle was fine, simply trying to keep with the tradition of St Trinian's Headgirl's before her; heavy drinking, heavy smoking, lipstick wearing girl's, with whom no one dared to mess with.

And the photo of herself that sat upon the dresser with such prominence?

Simply a shrine to the type of head girl Annabelle would like to be; a memory of a friend that had left, but had shaped so much of her new life at St Trinian's. Certainly not that of a girl pining for the one who had ended their relationship without as much as a sentimental word.

Leaning over and pushing the packet of smokes from Annabelle's hand, Kelly delicately wrapped an arm around the younger girl's neck, before replace that arm with her lips. If Annabelle was so over her, then there couldn't be any harm in it… right?