A/N Come on people Review. they really do make me happy. Right so this chapter is the big Heist. Enjoy
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Chapter 3

Morning dawned bright, with the whole school silently standing on the balconies, watching respectfully as Miss Fritton buried Mr. Darcy. When the funeral was over, a great cheer went up, and the school raced to the bus. Tanya and Tara racing each other to get to drive, the totties having already "distracted" the hired driver, the only one complaining was Mrs. Dickinson, she still attempted to maintain a semblance of order until Kelly had a quiet word with her, after which she decided to calm her nerves with one of Matron's concoctions.

The bus made it to London in record time, surprisingly without participating in even one high-speed pursuit, although that could be because Polly had installed a radar detector and Kelly kept a sharp eye on the twins whenever it went off.

When they made it to Trafalgar Square the girls unhitched the trailer and left the hired driver to deal with the headache of finding a place to park. In the trailer Kelly, Polly, Andrea, Taylor, the Totties and the twins gathered to review the plan once more.

"Tanya, Tara, set the charges then wait for Annabelle's ok to blow the grate." Kelly paused to make sure the twins were listening, "and find somewhere safe when you do set off the charges, you have a bright future back at school."

"Right Kel" the two replied together.

"Andrea, Taylor, we'll go in after the twins blow the grate, from there on Polly will be in our ears to tell us which way to go. Annabelle, keep an eye on the Thwates', we can't let them stop us. Alright, let's do this. Andrea go get the saw."

"Umm, Kelly, what about us?" Chelsea asked.

"What about you, you'll be on the show." Kelly replied in a your so blonde tone.

"I know that but how are we supposed to win this round?" Chelsea continued

"Chelsea, we only needed you three to get us to the final, we don't actually need to win." Kelly pointed out, the head Geek's head bobbing in agreement.

"But then all our TV contracts will go out the window if we make fools of ourselves. No more Beach Houses, or Celebrity Love Island, or … or… or ANYthing!" wailed Peaches, close to crying.

Annabelle surprised them all by defending the Totties, "Kelly, why can't we try to get them to win? Look at it this way; if they do win Thwates will look even more of a fool. And we can always rub it Verity's face in it in the hockey games." Kelly looked at Annabelle seriously.

Dammit I can't say no to her. Jones, you're head girl you can do what you want…Ahh Fuck, damn the day young miss Fritton entered this school.

"All right," Kelly relented. "Polly do we have three extra earpieces? We can get one of the kids to say here, Google the answers and transmit them to the totties."

"Yeah, here" sighed Polly, handing three earpieces to the girls. The three of them ecstatic now they weren't going to make a fool of themselves on national television. Annabelle smiled at how happy the Totties were, both Polly and Kelly smiled back. Maybe not, it's worth all the trouble to see that smile, Kelly thought smiling.

"Thwates Jr. is onto us!"

"I'll handle this," replied Annabelle confidently

"But Annabelle,"

"She's MINE!" Annabelle whispered fiercely into her mike.

"Annabelle. Annabelle come in." Polly shouted into her mike from the trailer. Celia gave the Red-head a strange look which the Geek ignored. Shrugging Celia went back to watching the monitors.

The next day, after Flash got paid by Carnaby and Annabelle "found" the painting, St. Trinians celebrated their victory after the usual fashion. The party was massive, even for St. Trinians stealing a masterpiece from the National Gallery, selling a fake copy and returning the real copy for a total of ₤100,000 was a new achievement, thus the students set another school record for biggest party. The Banned unveiled two new songs in honor of the occasion, students opened their personal stashes, the twins even toned down the strength of a Trinski batch so that people, besides Anoushka and Kelly, could enjoy the homemade mind-number. Even the geeks, usually the only ones sober at parties unleashed themselves upon the bottles of alcohol.

As Polly passed the bar for the fifth time she grabbed a half full bottle of Trinski, and took a long draught from it, so drunk she didn't even wince at the burn.

"Annabelle, you were brilliant, you knocked out Verity with the radio!" she shouted above the music when she had stumbled her circuitous way to her placing a hand on the girls shoulder to steady herself. Annabelle was just as pissed as the geek, but was more practiced at hiding her drunkenness. Just because Cheltenham had a good reputation did not mean it didn't have a strong drinking scene, they simply didn't shout about it.

"Hey Polly, how much have you had? I've never seen you drunk before." Annabelle asked her.

"I don't normally drink, but we deserve it don't you think. We did pretty well a full 100,000 pounds and nobody arrested." She lifted her bottle and realized it was empty. Sighing she dropped it and grabbed Annabelle, "Less get another drink." she slurred and pulled the girl towards the bar. At this point Annabelle decided to prevent alcohol poisoning and spun the Red-headed girl around to face her.

"Polly, you are completely smashed, if you drink any more you will probably have alcohol poisoning." The brunette admonished.

"Nonsense, come here," Polly continued dragging Annabelle towards the bar. "See, I set up a breathalyzer to test peoples BAC before the party started. Let's go see how drunk we are."

"I don't need a test to know we are both close to alcohol poisoning. That reminds me, where is Esme? I want to place a bet, nobody's going to be walking around tomorrow." With that Annabelle went off in search of the first form bookie, Polly stared at the retreating girl, shrugged and blew into the mouthpiece. As the machine printed out Polly's score Celia slid next to her. The mix of alcohol and whatever drugs she had taken had affected the usual loner to be more open and outgoing.

"You know now might be a good time to act. Drunk people are usually very truthful, with a little more vodka, if you make a fool of yourself to her she probably won't remember. You should kiss her. That would be fun right? Enjoy yourself." Polly simply stood dumbstruck at what Celia had said, her brains sluggishly processing what she had heard and if she should try it.

Hmm maybe I should. It can't hurt right. Wait how did Celia know. Oh who cares, where's Belle? As she stared around she spotted Kelly saunter through the crowd to the bar.

"Hey Polly, what'cha holding?" Kelly asked when she saw the piece of paper limply held in the girls hand.

"Oooh, Polly, you have a BAC of .13, when was the last time you drank. Hehehehehe, you're going to have a massive hangover tomorrow. Let see what mine is." Kelly grabbed the breathalyzer and exhaled into it. Polly glanced at the printout, her mind more occupied with the mental image of her and Annabelle secreted away in a corner, paused and looked more closely at the machinge.

"Heh, Kel, you shouldn't be talking you scored a .26; How are you still standing?"

"I've had practice. I used to test Trinski with Anoushka you know. Where is she, she's fun to drink with." Polly watched as Kelly strode off, somehow managing not to stumble once, even in her high heels. As Polly stared Kelly veered off to the side and bumped into Annabelle.

"ANNABELLE! Your plan worked! We stole ₤50,000 from your father, and you got revenge on Thwates. You knocked Verity out cold. Aren't you glad you came to St. Trininas?" Kelly hugged Annabelle tightly, the vigorousness of her hug, the way she shouted the words even though they were only a few feet apart betrayed how drunk the Head Girl was; that and the way her eyes kept crossing and uncrossing as she tried to focus on the face of the girl before her while her hormones raged within, telling her to carry the girl up to her room. her alcohol fogged mind unable to fully prevent her body from acting, Kelly leaned forward and gently placed her lips upon Annabelle's.

Polly watched in horror as Kelly kissed Annabelle, and to her horror Annabelle seemed to enjoy it. In fact Annabelle almost immediately her opened her mouth and kissed Kelly grabbing the raven girl's face, holding her in place as their tongues fought.

Polly felt bile rise in her throat and she turned to the bar and grabbed a full bottle of whiskey. Screw the headaches; maybe alcohol poisoning isn't that bad of an option, she thought. She couldn't stand watching her dream girl, her Belle making out with Kelly. She sat down in front of the stage, and drank from the bottle until she passed out, head pressed against the wall.

This late in the party, there were only two of The Banned still on stage, both playing different songs, not that anybody cared, most of the students were passed out or stuck in a stupor unable to do anything but lift the occasional bottle to their mouths, eyes unseeing. So when Annabelle broke apart from Kelly, it was clear that they were both far past drunk, so without thinking about any possible consequences Kelly dragged a not-unwilling Annabelle towards her private room, nobody witnessed it.

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