Hey guys, this is the next update for Who Says School Is Boring? Just to classify this loosely follows the second movie, but follows Beth more than the main characters. This is unbeta-ed, so sorry for any mistakes. I tried to catch them before I posted, I swear. Enjoy xx
Beth had been dreading any confrontations that were going to come her way once she arrived back at St Trinians. Her different look that made her stand out, even among the ones that stood out, (which was practically everyone) in a way that had never been seen at the school in all its years. Beth was rather against telling anyone about the problems she had faced over her summer, including practically outing herself as gay to the student body and that that Kelly Jones, the Kelly Jones was her big sister. That was a lot to live up too.
There standing at the top of the stairs in her rather short glory, with her Haley-from-Paramore style fringe, was Zoe. A scowl secured on her face. Too much silver jewellery and black hugging her form or hanging from her wrists.
"Where were you all summer? And what are you wearing?"
Beth really didn't want to answer that. The memories floating in her mind held her train of thought as her favourite last memory of her girlfriend finally came to the surface.
Her parents were gone for the weekend, Kelly had already called to check up. Her girlfriend, the secret one, was upstairs half naked in bed while Beth got some breakfast. Balancing the breakfast tray on her hip, she adjusted her baggy shirt, before hurrying back to her room.
Poking her head through the doorway, she saw the ecofriendly teen sitting on the bed staring at the room around her. Posters on the walls, clothes from the previous night thrown wherever, desk a mess and little trinkets and CD's everywhere. Beth thought she looked like an angel, the usual dreadlocks gone and replaced with smoother yet unruly bed hair since they had begun dating at three months before the end of last year.
"Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this?" was heard as the tray was placed on her lap, a coy smirk gracing her features. A bowl of cereal, some toast and coffee bunched together.
A gentle shrug. "You stayed last night."
"Like I wouldn't. You way too much to me, Beth," pushing hair away as she kissed the younger girl. They pulled away smiling just as they dug into the food Beth had prepared, feeding each other often and giggling at the others breakfast antics.
The happy times Beth had with her girlfriend were gone, the girl invading her thoughts at all times of the day as well as her dreams was only three floors down eating dinner with the rest of her friends. A very loud 'hello' and a wave in front of her face brought her back to reality.
"What?" she asked slowly, just as she realised she was zoning out.
"What is going on with you? You're different." The new tribe leader of the emo pack was looking at her with a confused look, unsure if to be happy at the change or disappointed.
"I had a lot to deal with over the summer. Just leave it alone," she snapped.
Zoe's smirk returned. "Does this have anything to do with-"
"ZOE!" The emo's head twisted slowly, almost in an 'Exorcist' kind of way as she looked at Annabelle Fritton. "Leave her alone. Go and annoy Bianca."
Reluctantly, Zoe turned on her heel and strutted towards the stairs and disappeared back inside.
"Are you okay?"
Beth sat looking at the view, the sun finally dipping behind the horizon. The countryside was almost completely blacked out with the only light coming from those attached to the school building or driveway.
"Kelly tell you?"
"She told me bits and pieces. The basics, said if you wanted to tell me, you would," explained the new Head Girl.
"And what makes you think I want to tell you?" sneered Beth.
A loud sigh came from the Posh Tottie. "Look, as far as I'm concerned, you had a hard time over the summer break. Kelly told me the basics of your situation: your parents got mad, you got hurt. She said something about you getting caught with someone but she didn't tell me who. She let me in on what has been going on because she wanted you to have someone to talk to, to confide in if you couldn't reach her. We're here for eight, nine months out of a year. Kel is always working, I'm sure you know that already."
"I'm sorry. It pretty much just sucks, and I'm tired, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you," Beth apologized, finally looking Annabelle in the eye.
"I respect Kelly a lot. Not only is she my best friend, but I look up to her in a lot of ways. I promised I'd look out for you this year. Make sure you don't get in to any trouble." A soft laugh broke the tension.
The two girls sat in a semi-comfortable silence for nearly twenty minutes before either of them spoke again.
"There's a party going on downstairs soon. Last year's band is back to kick us off for another hectic year, pass the torch onto the new band, ya-da-ya-da-ya-da. You should come down, instead of isolating yourself," explained the Head Girl, standing and getting ready to go back in.
"Sure."
They brushed themselves off and made for the door.
"Annabelle," said Beth, stopping, waiting for her new 'friend' to turn back around before she told her secret. A deep breath later and the blonde jumped in her explanation. "I'm gay. That's why my parents got mad. That's why I got hurt. My mum is very conservative. Anything that isn't biblical is wrong, and my dad just goes along with it."
The fringe that now partially covered her eyes was pulled back, showing the slow healing cut on Beth's forehead.
Annabelle gasped in shock.
"How did they find out?"
"Caught us in bed. The morning after. Mum is completely anal about some things, and they came home early. Three days later, I'm out of the hospital, homeless, single, sitting in the park trying to call my big sister."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too," said the former emo. Beth scratched her head and stood awkwardly silent, before pushing off the wall she had been leaning against and walking inside.
Annabelle jogged slightly to catch up before asking her a question. "Can I ask, who was is that they caught you with?"
The blonde stopped. Not even Kelly knew who it was. Sure she was okay with the whole gay thing, but her ex-girlfriend was something she wanted to keep to herself, her own little secret. She simply shrugged before answering.
"Daisy."
They night before, the girls of St Trinians School had partied in the St Trinian true fashion: hard, loud and slightly alcohol fuelled. Singing along to the bands fast-paced rendition of the school theme, first years up the front, seventh years at the back and sides, occasionally flittering in the middle. Parties for the school were generally held downstairs in the foyer, doors blocked off and decorations everywhere. The next morning was one filled with hangovers over coffee and juice, and long queues to the bathrooms for those who couldn't hold their liquor down. Luckily for the girls after this party, there wasn't a suit waiting in their party room, ready to issue a bankruptcy notice.
Beth Jones had been nowhere near her fellow students and teachers as they drank their way into oblivion and into a new school year. She had been at the top of the stairs listening for new song ideas, or watching (she was actually staring) at Daisy, who had a drink in one hand, laughing hard with her eco friends, telling jokes, and pushing each other around gently.
She looked different. Daisy's blonde dreadlocks had comeback and her clothes were even different, a bra-skirt, and an odd looking hat. To Beth, she was still gorgeous. Several times on their first night back, Beth could've sworn she saw Daisy staring back.
The bell rang shrilly, most people in the food hall groaning as their heads thumped, and Ms Fritton yelled loudly for them to all head to class. Annabelle, who was looking a little worse for wear with the rest of the Posh Totties, caught Beth's eye and smiled as brightly as she could.
Beth laughed.
Her first class of the day was music, all the way back up in the dormitory with all of the equipment. There had never really been a teacher for music class, they mostly just performed impromptu jam sessions and the Bursar bopped his head along with the beat. He babysat their class, while the Matron took care of the hockey team.
Music on a Monday morning was never a good idea. She usually had a splitting head ache, but it seemed, as she trudged up the staircases, that all but two members of the class her tired and sore. Beth was one. Daisy was the other.
"Oi, Bursar, can we give the jam sesh' a break 'dis mornin' 'n just sleep or somefin'?" asked Jessica. The Rude Girl's make-up wasn't perfect as usual, and her hair wasn't up in her signature double pony tail.
"Ummm, no."
"Why not? We're all hung over," muttered Harriet. She was one person who never drank. She and the Bursar were generally the only sober ones for a morning music class. All in all, Harriet was a geek.
"Two of you aren't. You have to jam. You are the school's new band, and you should start practising already. Here's an idea, jam quietly girls," said Camilla Fritton, a lit cigarette hanging from her mouth as the Headmistress checked up on her students.
The singers and the much younger band players set up and began their jam. Beth was on the drums, but had felt pads on them to deafen their sound a bit. Jess and Harriet were humming, words forming in their minds, and Daisy was playing random riffs on the acoustic. A third-year was fiddling with the synthesizer and keyboard, and a first-year had a bass guitar hanging from her shoulders. Slowly but surely a song came together, but they ended up with an acoustic and a capella school theme song by the end of class.
Math was her second class. Boring. She had always found maths easy, so her teachers gave her harder work. Now that she was in the top class in the school, there was no harder work.
Physics was nearly as bad. They had been paired and assigned tables. Beth sat down nervously three rows from the front, refusing to let herself spread out on the desk. Daisy sat next to her silently. Shockingly, it appeared that the Totties had some form of a brain, between the three of them, because they somehow gave Chelsea a weird hairdo with using a giant plastic bubble, ten hairdryers and a lot of wire. The Geeks in the first row had been impressed. Then Zoe had tried to fry a Rude Girl in an electric chair.
Luckily for that girl (and for Zoe, because Bianca would come after her later), the power went out just before the generator reached full power.
The room plunged into darkness.
Daisy grabbed Beth's arm in fright.
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Thanks for reading. I will try to update soon, but exams are in two weeks. Hopefully they will come regularly after that (for ALL of my on-going fics). Ciao xx