I do not own St Trinian's, I was not the brilliant mind that came up with the unruly school for girls or any of the characters that attend said school. All I own is the plot and the character 'Jenny Holland'. I also do not own 'The Sims 3' or any of the other Sims games, could you imagine the money I'd have if I did though!

Right, so I decided to write this chapter earlier than I had initially planned, thank you everyone for your opinions on the last chapter and your decisions regarding this one. If the outcome was not the one you were hoping for then don't despair and carry on reading because the end of this chapter is rather sweet. So, as always, Enjoy!

"No, Kelly." Annabelle bit back a sob as her body and heart screamed at her to allow the head girl entrance, to accept the apology, but she couldn't. Her mind was set. Kelly may be sorry but the head girl needed to know just how much she had hurt Annabelle. Kelly had to realise that things weren't that simple and that Annabelle couldn't accept the apology as quickly as Kelly could give it.

"Wh-What?"

"I said no, Kelly."

"But-I-I don't understand. Why?"

"Damn it Kelly!" she could feel her resistance wearing thin. Much longer and Annabelle could seriously see herself flinging open the door just to please the older girl and vanquish the pain so clear in Kelly's voice. Her hand balled into a fist against the door, long nails digging into her palm where they would surely leave indents in her skin. Steadying her voice Annabelle tried again, forcing her mind back to the anger she had felt the previous night.

"Kelly, you need to go. Now." And before she could listen to anything else the head girl had to say that may change her mind, Annabelle walked steadily away from the door, each step causing her chest to tighten that much more.

Realising that her attempts were useless Kelly walked back up to the dorms, her mind in a state of shock. She had been sure that Annabelle was going to let her in, that they were going to talk things through and that everything was going to be okay. Annabelle had changed so much and at times it was hard to keep up with. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that the shy, timid mouse that had been left on their doorstep was long gone, and that they were now dealing with a fully fledged St Trinian. Upon entering the dorm, Kelly was aware that the majority of the girls were now up. Some were heading out of the dorms on their way to the showers while others were already dressed and were killing time before their first lesson. Walking over to the geeks, Polly looked up at Kelly over the top of her computer.

"Is that coffee? Great. Could I have it?"

"What? Oh, uh, sure." Her mind was still dazed from her refusal from Annabelle and Polly had already taken the mug from her hands and was sipping the contents gratefully before Kelly had even replied.

"No luck then?"

"No, I apologised. And I meant it. I made her coffee. I don't see where I went wrong."

"She just needs time. She needs to be ready to accept your apology, not just because she feels she has to or because you made her coffee. She needs to actually forgive you for what you did. Accepting an apology and forgiving people are two different things Kelly. For all you know, she may want to accept that you are sorry but until she has really forgiven you for your actions, I don't think she can do that. There is nothing you can do now but wait; now it's all down to her."

Kelly just stared at Polly. She now realised why Polly was head of the geeks. It was one thing to know how to run a million pieces of technology, know exactly what they do and use them to the advantage of St Trinian's, but to know all of that (and more) and also understand the complexities of human emotions, and the mind of a teenage girl, was super genius.

Unnoticed by both girls, Celia had wandered over and had listened to Polly's speech to Kelly. Wholly agreeing with Polly, she turned her head towards the geek, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Vision is the art of seeing things invisible to others."

"Jonathan Swift, right?" Polly smiled at Celia's reference to Kelly's blindness and averted her eyes back to her computer screen once more.

The morning passed with no major incidents. A couple of first years had been sent to Matron with mild bruising after a test run of explosives went wrong and they were buried under some rubble, no serious injuries were sustained however. Kelly also had to break up a Chav VS. Emo fight taking place in one of the disused classrooms, she would have left them to it if they hadn't decided to use hockey sticks and baseball bats against one another. Other than this the morning was uneventful as Kelly walked the corridors, asserting her Head Girl status wherever she deemed necessary. Silently reminding everyone exactly why she was head girl, no matter what was going on with Annabelle. Nearing lunch time, one fourth year girl had the nerve to whisper to her friend, as Kelly walked past, that she was loosing her touch, that she had been downgraded by Annabelle, forgetting that Kelly head hearing like a vulture. This was exactly the opportunity Kelly had been looking for; it was time to remind them exactly who Kelly Jones was. With a cold expression Kelly turned to face the offending girl, who recoiled under Kelly's gaze.

"Jenny, isn't it? Jenny Holland?"

"Yes." Jenny looked down at the floor, unable to meet Kelly's expressionless eyes; she knew she was in shit now. Her cheeks were steadily turning a deep shade of crimson as she bit her lower lip, fear settling in the pit of her stomach.

"Tell me Jenny. What do you aspire to do with your life?"

"Pardon?" everyone who had stopped to watch were questioning Kelly's motives, wondering what she was doing, why she was asking pointless questions to the girl who had questioned the power of their head girl.

"After you leave St. Trinian's what do you want to do?" Kelly's voice was calm and even, which just made the rising fear more daunting, nobody could see what she was up to, nobody could guess what her check mate would be.

"I want to be a designer." The words sounded childish falling from her lips, an unreachable goal. Realising how much of an idiot she sounded her cheeks flushed a deeper red that reached all the way back to the tops of her ears. Her answer, however, only seemed to satisfy Kelly who took an intimidating step towards the girl.

"Wonderful." Her red lips pulled into her signature smirk as she evaluated the trembling girl that stood before her. 'She made this too easy', the thought only made Kelly's smirk widen, revealing pearly white teeth. "Well, I always do what I can to help a girl with ambition. I say practice makes perfect, don't you agree? So, tonight, I shall go around all the girls and collect any clothing that needs mending or patching up, as a designer you are going to need to be able to sew, and I'm sure this will supply you with plenty of practice. I will have a room set up for you later, it may take a while to do all the clothes, so I will have a permanent place set up for you, so you don't have to hassle yourself with a limitation of space to work, and it will keep you from distractions too, which will be an added bonus. Of course you will have to do this in your free time, it is your future after all, but what's more important than that? I will send a girl to find you later and let you know where to go, oh, and I will want to see how your talent improves so I will check in from time to time; After all, I have your best interests at heart." And with a dazzling smile to the younger girl, Kelly strode off, allowing the punishment to sink in. Kelly knew that no matter how much that girl may like to sew now, by the time her punishment is over, she will never want to see a needle and thread again. Kelly knew this was probably too harsh for such a small offence but the girls needed to remember exactly who they were dealing with.

…

Annabelle was lazily spread across Kelly's bed playing 'The Sims 3' on her phone and the sudden knock on the door had made her jump. Sitting up she placed a hand to her chest, feeling her increased heart rate, she took a deep breath and paused the game that had captivated her attention so easily.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Andrea. I come bearing lunch"

Smiling to herself, Annabelle dropped her phone onto the bed and crossed the room to the door. She knew Andrea wouldn't have brought Kelly with her; the emo was just as disgusted at what Kelly did as Annabelle was. Opening the door for Andrea, the girl did not hesitate to walk into the room, and true to her word, she was carrying a tray laden with food. A second smile spread across her lips as she closed and re-bolted the door.

"Polly said I should bring you some lunch. She thought you may be hungry."

"Polly was right. I'm starving."

The two girls sat on the floor of the bedroom, the tray placed between them and they started making their way through the cheese sandwiches.

"You know, when I told you that it was brave of you standing up to Kelly, it wasn't a hint that you should carry on and lock yourself in her room, ingenious as it is, taking her room hostage wasn't your wisest move."

"And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"Well, you have finally spent the night where you most want to be, Kelly's bed, the only problem is that you have locked her out. I mean, if you have a greater plan, than please, indulge me, but I don't see how this ends with you two finally hooking up and shagging each other senseless." Andrea let out a small laugh at the look on Annabelle's face, a mixture of complete shock and disbelief.

"Andrea you are so crude and talking complete shite. I don't have some big plan that results in me and Kelly, as you put it, 'hooking up and shagging each other senseless'. I do not have a thing for the head girl."

"Yeah, yeah, if you say so… Lezbo." She smiled to indicate that it was just a joke… mostly.

Andrea had watched as Kelly's and Annabelle's friendship grew. She watched as Annabelle changed from the 'Cheltnem Lady' into the proud St Trinian that was sitting before her and she had watched as Kelly had accepted her, helped her and took Annabelle under her wing. So it was no surprise that Andrea noticed the change in Annabelle's attitude towards Kelly, when their friendship meant a little more to her, when Kelly meant a little more to her. Andrea had noticed when Annabelle had started falling for Kelly, keeping mostly to herself, Andrea had a knack for noticing these sorts of things. The only problem was that Kelly was so good at hiding her emotions and keeping them under lock and key that Andrea couldn't tell if Kelly returned the feelings. Until Andrea knew for sure, there was nothing that could be done about it, not wanting to risk the girls' friendship on the off chance that Kelly just might feel the same. In the meantime however, she could at least try and convince Annabelle to admit it to herself.

Once the sandwiches had been demolished the girls decided they had had enough and pushed the tray to one side, leaving the sausage rolls and fruit untouched. Deciding that her second round of attack should be more subtle then the first, Andrea tried again, gently pushing the girl out of the metaphorical closet that she had wedged herself so tightly into.

"So, what exactly about the bet did you get most pissed off at?"

"Well… that fact that she would think that I would sleep with Flash, and that she bet money that I would."

"Yeah, but Taylor bet that you would too, and you didn't go and slap her."

"No, I didn't did i… remind me to do that later would you?"

"Ha-ha… very funny. But I'm serious. You went mental at Kelly, yet Taylor did the exact same thing and all she got was the threat of an ink gun attack. And that wasn't even because of the bet, that was because she made some snide remark when I walked into the room."

"Yeah, well, Kelly's a closer friend, she knows me better, she should know that I wouldn't have slept with him."

"But, when the bet was set, her, Taylor and Polly all knew you equally, both Taylor and Kelly bet against you and they both knew you exactly the same, you weren't closer to Kelly at that point. You and Kelly got closer in the weeks that followed, so it's how you feel towards Kelly now that makes all the difference in the way you reacted. You get on well with everyone Annabelle, you are friends with everyone here, so why was your reaction to Kelly's involvement so much different to your reaction to Taylors?"

"Andrea, why are you defending her?"

"I'm not; I think it's disgusting and, quite frankly, sick that they would make a bet like that about you. I just think you need to think about this a bit more. At the moment you're just scratching the surface, you're blinded by your anger towards what she did, I just feel you need to dig a little deeper. Anyway, I need to get going, I'm supposed to go and help Polly put up the extra security and cameras that Miss Fritton wanted. Think about what I said though, I'll see you later." Getting to her feet as she spoke she held out a hand to help the younger girl up and giving Annabelle a quick hug, she crossed the room and unlocked the door. Turning and flashing one last smile at the stunned girl, she opened the door and left, leaving Annabelle to close and lock it behind her.

Andrea's words kept playing round and round in Annabelle's head, like a broken record. She just couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, possibly, Andrea had a point. Why had she gone off the deep end at Kelly, yet left Taylor untouched. She had had the perfect opportunity to vent her anger at the chav, in the dorm before Andrea had turned up, but she didn't, she just ignored her. A nagging in the back of her mind told her that Andrea was completely right, that Annabelle had a thing for the head girl, but she refused to listen to it, refused to acknowledge the evidence that was piling up around her. She told herself sternly that she couldn't have feelings for Kelly, that it was impossible, that she was completely straight. But no matter how much she said this to herself, she was starting to question weather she believed it anymore.

Walking into the bathroom she picked up her dirty laundry and towel that she had used that morning and dropped them into the washing hamper just behind the door, she then proceeded to empty the plates from the tray into the bin and stack them neatly onto the bare dressing table. Looking around the room she made the bed, put her makeup on the bedside table and unbolted the door before moving back to the bed and picking up her phone off the pillow. She contemplated her decision briefly, moving her phone around absentmindedly in her hands, before dialling the necessary number and sitting on the edge of the bed. As the phone on the other end started to ring her heart rate sped up, she considered backing out but told herself firmly that that was now not an option, she was a St Trinian and she would be damned if she didn't act like one.

"Annabelle."

"Hey Kelly, the door's unlocked. I'm ready to talk."

See! Like I said! Sweet! And maybe a little bit soppy! I'm not sure how long until chapter seven yet but hopefully not too long. Please leave a review, let me know what you thought, I take all opinions and suggestions into consideration when I am writing and am thankful for any opinions and suggestions given that may help me improve. Also, if there is anything specific you want, like a certain character to be more involved in the plot or anything like that then please let me know and I shall see what I can do. Thank you everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!