Chapter four is here! I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed, especially my last chapter, I really am thankful that you take the time to let me know how I'm doing. I would also like to thank ConstantDreamer101 for adding my story to her 'Favourite Stories' and reviewing, it made me smile a lot, so thank you. Thank you everyone. But enough babble from me, here is chapter four. Enjoy!

It was only when she reached the dorm did Annabelle realise she was crying. Warm tears spilling down her cheeks leaving trails behind them like miniature 'we were here' signs down her face. She wasn't too sure what to do with herself now. She was sure that Kelly would have followed her however the familiar click of the head girl's heels in the corridors was absent and she was left to wonder what her fate will be when Kelly decides to get even. After all, no one makes Kelly look bad and gets away with it. No one. Taylor was sat on her bed playing with her phone, she glanced up at Annabelle when she had entered but did not comment on the obvious emotional turmoil the younger girl was going through.

"Are ya gunna move or jus' stand in tha doorway like a prat?"

Annabelle threw the chav a filthy look and moved on down the room until she was by her bed. Changing quickly into a pair of pyjama shorts and a vest top she threw herself back onto her bed and just stared at the ceiling, wondering when the onslaught would begin.

….

The sound of the slamming door had filled the hall like a gun shot, making everybody cringe and look back at Kelly. When Annabelle had slapped her, Kelly wasn't sure what to think, it all happened too fast. She had never had this problem with the girls before and now, was not too sure what to do about it. She looked slightly like a deer caught in headlights, frozen on the spot. For a couple of seconds after Annabelle had left she stayed standing, however, upon realizing every eye was on her she calmly retook her seat. Murmurs spread across the room like wild fire, most students placing bets on what would happen now. Most expected Kelly to get even and placed bets on how she would achieve that, some were of her and Annabelle getting into a bitch fight and a few, just a few, bet Annabelle would leave the school, fearing what Kelly would do to her. Kelly's mind was working a mile a minute, trying to figure out how Annabelle knew about the bet. Kelly herself had forgotten about it. The bet had been made on the night of Annabelle's makeover. Kelly remembered sitting with Polly and Taylor, commenting on how Flash would probably try to hit on Annabelle and get her into bed. It was then that Taylor had piped in, betting ten pounds that Annabelle would. Polly had told them that Annabelle wasn't like that, that she wouldn't sleep with flash, that he didn't seem like her type but Kelly had foolishly joined in and bet twenty against her. It was a quiet bet, a closed bet, kept between the three of them, everyone else was dancing to the music and nobody had noticed their quiet exchange or seen the movement of handshakes between them. Looking back on it, Kelly wasn't sure why she had thought Annabelle would sleep with Flash but a bet was a bet and silently she pulled out two tens from some crumpled notes out of her bra and handed them over to Polly, pushing the rest back into the lace.

"How could you Kelly? How fucking could you? She's your friend. I am actually disgusted." Andrea spoke with a hiss to Kelly, leaning forward for emphasis.

"Not now Andrea." It was only when Kelly noticed that Taylor was missing did it suddenly click. Taylor had told Annabelle. "Where's Taylor?" The question was aimed at Polly but all she received was an angry hiss from Andrea who promptly rose from her chair and made her way out of the hall.

Andrea was disappointed in Kelly, taking Annabelle's friendship for advantage and doing this to her was not something the emo expected from her head girl. She knew Kelly hadn't meant any harm by the bet but that didn't change how Annabelle must have felt.

"Watch out Annabelle, Death has jus' entered tha room!" Taylor's shout followed Andrea as she made her way down the dorm towards Annabelle, sitting on the younger girls bed she opened her mouth to shout back a retort to the chav but Annabelle was faster, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"Why don't you shut your mouth Taylor. Before I find the Tanya and Tara's ink guns and aim them at that empty little head of yours." Every word Annabelle spoke was backed up by the look on her face, she would do it and Taylor knew it, she also knew how much those ink guns hurt if aimed well and Annabelle had a pretty good aim. Muttering to herself, Taylor turned away from the pair and put in her headphones, a sour expression covering her face.

"That was brave of you." It was Andrea who spoke first, keeping her voice to a minimum so it was for Annabelle's ears only.

"Why? She's just a chav, the most she can do is throw a few crappy insults and pull a couple of half-hearted pranks. She doesn't scare me."

"That's not what i was talking about. I meant standing up to Kelly. I mean, what with all things considered…"

"What do you mean, 'all things considered'?"

Andrea let out a soft sigh before continuing, silently praying Annabelle wouldn't take out any pent up rage on her.

"Annabelle, I see it. The way you look at her. That small smile you reserve just for her. I'm not as blind as the rest of them. You might have gotten better at hiding your emotions but you let your guard slip when you're around her. And I see it."

Annabelle was speechless. It took her a couple of seconds to work out how to react but that slight pause was all Andrea needed to confirm her suspicions.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Annabelle please-"

At that precise moment however, the devil herself strolled into the room, coming to a stop at the end of Annabelle's bed. Kelly looked down at the pair, she had obviously just interrupted their conversation but she didn't really care. All she cared about was setting things right with Annabelle. Andrea rose from her seated position on the bed, shot one look of anger at Kelly and walked past towards her own area, where she sat to watch the scene unfold.

"Annabelle that bet was made weeks ago." Kelly's voice was hard and determined, one side of her face still bright red while the other remained pale, creating a horrible contrast. Annabelle stood up to face Kelly, her eyes admiring her handiwork before she spoke.

"It was still made though." The two were head to head, eyes flashing and jaws set. Neither were backing down, both determined to prove their point.

"I don't think you would sleep with Flash, Annabelle."

"It's a shame that you bet that I would then, isn't it."

"Annabelle, it was just a silly bet."

"No, Kelly. It was an opinion you made. An opinion about me."

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"

"Why would you think that I'd sleep with Flash?"

By now most of the girls had returned from dinner and was watching them with a sort of enthusiasm. It looked like a fight would break out between the two and most of the students were sat on theirs or a friends bed where they could watch the encounter without fear of being harmed if things got nasty.

'I need to get out of here. Fuck this. I can't be arsed.' Annabelle knew if she didn't leave she would probably hit Kelly again, and the last thing she needed was to provoke the head girl even more. 'Polly will have one, she has to, she has a copy of all of them.' Scanning the room for the geek Annabelle was unable to locate her and guessed that Polly was still down at dinner. With a small, sly smile, Annabelle grabbed her phone from her bed and pushed past Kelly towards the geek's area.

"Annabelle, where are you going?" Kelly spoke with a voice of authority and slight hint of annoyance but did not attempt to follow the girl.

Bending down over Polly's draws she opened them one by one, using her back as a shield so Kelly could not see what she was doing, she rummaged quickly through each drawer and closed it before she found what she was looking for. Pushing the last drawer shut with a snap she made her way towards the door. Kelly was now following her, Annabelle could hear the click of her stilettos on the wooden flooring. She could hear Kelly calling out for her to stop and come back but she didn't listen. She couldn't listen. She didn't want to hear it. It was all word play and defences to her. Excuses, excuses, excuses. Once out of the dorm she made a run for it, down the flight of stairs and along the corridor until she got to the head girls room. Shoving the key she had retrieved from Polly's drawer into the lock, she turned it and pushed the door open. She didn't even bother taking the key out before slamming the door and sliding the bolt into place. Only then did she relax and step cautiously away from the door, smiling at her victory. And the sound of Kelly's fists hammering against the other side just made her victory that much sweeter.

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