Back to the parcel…
Annabelle stood up, folded the one suit and placed the keys in her drawer. The girls all whined. "'Belle, go have a ride..." "Yea, init, you gots your own bike now. Migh' as well use it!" "We can paint it black for you!" "Or pink!"
The girls ambushed her. "It's Annabelle's bike, and its pink and black." Kelly strutted in, the girls backed off their meal, the Alpha lion eats first, Annabelle knew this all too well. Kelly lent down her top almost falling off her chest and her face inches from Belle's "Now, Fritton." Belle shivered with excitement. "You be bloody careful" I would miss you "WE would miss you" She winked and while she distracted the young Fritton with her hypnotic glance she fished out the leather and keys. "Kelly..." 'Belle whispered as the keys fell in her lap. "Race me Fritton?" Kelly stood, the first years cascaded round their betting board, saving an earlier bet and taking people's money. Annabelle regained her composure and stood and slid out of her clothes facing away from the girls. She unfolded the leathers, Kelly's mouth hung open until Polly coughed. Kelly turned and snarled at the tribes so they turned away until they heard the zipper going up. "Ready to lose, Jones" Annabelle had pulled Kelly toward her by the hips and whispered in her ear. Promptly, to exit the room and trip over nothing. From outside the all heard a BANG followed by "BUGGER!" Then her footsteps carried on. The girls chuckled, while Kelly remained hypnotised. "An, you let er' 'ave a bike…" Taylor laughed as she and the girls brushed past Kelly.
Polly and Kelly were left in the room. Polly stood next to her old friend. "You and Flash are getting married in 3 weeks. You have a week to tell her and then, we will see." Polly sat back down and switched on the garage cameras. Kelly looked more determined than she had in a while. Her eyes fixed with uncertainty but behind that lay determination. She snapped up her keys and jogged down to the garage. "Good luck Jones…" Polly whispered giggling.
The garage door rose as Kelly clicked the button. The light crawled along its concrete floor slowly creeping its invisible finger toward the machine in the dark. Annabelle walked in and the light beamed behind her, she gasped in awe. A pink and black Suzuki Gladius 650, with a tartan background on the pink sections. She gasped as her hand glided down the tank, the 'Suzuki' badge changed to the Trinian crest in silver and black. "Kell. I don't know what to say….How can I pay you back?" She ran to her friend and embraced her. The girl's hearts all thumped, their best friends, finally getting on and maybe, just maybe their head girl could find someone that's good for her. "Frit…" She was going to be cocky but the arms tightened around her, she softened. "Annabelle, you deserve a chance to be someone different from everyone else. Nothing like your father." She smiled, and hoped it made sense. She smiled and placed an arm around Annabelle. Then coughed and regained her tough composure. "NOW, about that race?"
"I don't know if I'm ready" Annabelle admitted, shamefully.
"I have seen you ride a 600 all over the city, I have videos of you on a green Kawasaki Ninja with its front wheel in the bleeding air, Fritton. Stop trying to make me feel bad."
"POLLY!" She roared and backed away from Kelly. Picked up the pink and black St Trinian helmet. It had a Pink tartan 'T' on the back of it, the rest was black. The visor was mirrored rainbow. The boots next to the bike where black with tartan trims with magnesium sliders on the outside of the toes.
Everything fit so well, thank god for Trinski and Annabelle's low tolerance to alcohol. The girls got her hammered one night, she was sliding along the walls mumbling absolute blither and giggling at light bulbs. When she finally collapsed Kelly measured her and kissed her eyelids when everyone wasn't looking.
A loud pop bought Kelly back to earth. "ANNABELLE!" Oh no, Miss Fritton…. "YOU BACKFIRE THAT DARN BIKE ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL DEMAND MARSHMELLOWS!" She laughed, "Sorry dear but my moneys on Belle" She patted Kelly on the back. Kelly nodded and walked to her car, while Annabelle rolled out of the garage, the darkness peeling back as she rumbled, spitting flames, out of the garage. Then a loud roar was heard, and Kelly squealed round the corner skidding to a halt next to Annabelle. "You ready, baby?" She blew Annabelle a kiss.
"BORN READY!" Belle revved her bike. The girls behind them began to sing their anthem and Chelsea stood in front of the racers, her top folded up into a not, exposing her waist. "She held up her silk handkerchief. The girls sang louder. The engines got louder. The wheel spinning began. The girls sang even louder. The smoke rose, the handkerchief dropped.
A deafening rumble and then a roar, the smoke cleared and Annabelle was on one wheel, Kelly was next to her. Her head snapping to catch a glance of the once snooty goody- goody up on one wheel, she could hear Annabelle screaming with excitement. As the front wheel hit the ground Annabelle blew Kelly a kiss and pulled past her. Kelly grinned, not only has she found the one person that could stand up to her, she has a great view of Annabelle. All these feelings diving between the two, they got the end of the street, Annabelle pulling a large controlled skid and Kelly a tenth of a second behind her. "I went easy on you Fritton!"
"Bollocks!" she flipped open her visor and with her upper half danced and she sung something Kelly didn't quite hear. Unfortunately, she left her bike in first gear, and let go of the clutch and stalled. "Real smooth Fritton. Come on, I need to tell you something" Kelly pulled her glasses back on and pulled sensibly out of the road. Annabelle followed they pulled up to a private grassy field, the long grass came up to her knees on the bike. The parked at the top under a tree. Kelly grasped Belle's hand and spoke the words Annabelle secretly dreaded. "Me and flash are getting hitched Belle..."
"I'm happy for you." She faked a smile and hugged her friend. She needed to ride away, run away. "Bugger….I need to collect my winnings…." She laughed and jumped on her bike. "Race back?"
"Nah Fritton, you go, I'll stay this time." She got in her car and drove back to St Trinian's, knowing that Annabelle placed no bets on their race. She was so in her shell it infuriated Kelly. She skidded round the corner, the girls all waiting for her. She got out of the car threw the keys to Flash "Park it for me. One scratch and your dead!" She pushed her way through the girls and to the hall. Chelsea, Taylor, Andrea and Polly followed her.
"Kelly. We're here" They said as the strolled into the hall, Kelly grinned.
"Good minions. Let's get this wedding on the road!" She laughed and Polly paged her understudy that they were having a party in celebration of Kelly getting married and Annabelle's new bike
Annabelle was left lying in the hilltop grass for what seemed like forever. She would certainly not be going to that wedding. Her mind reeled off excuse, after excuse. But none of them justified her missing her best friend's wedding. She sat back on her bike and rode it around the endless winding roads. Just her, the unstoppable force. Every bend was another emotion; every fresh breath of air was a different purpose. The straight road finally came, and her wrist twisted back. The bike roared with her underlying anger and frustration. She stopped at the end of the road to her home, her school. The sun had set, she checked her dash clock, and it had been 3 hours. Kelly was hopefully drunk enough to not notice Annabelle. She let a tear slip and revved her bike, dumping the clutch sending the front end into the air, she slammed it back down, screaming in her helmet with anguish.
She went up and down the strip a few times, knowing Polly was watching her. She didn't care, she had found herself to late. When she came back after racing Kelly's ghost, Andrea stood at the end of the road. Belle stopped and Andrea walked next to her. " Wanna talk?"
"Sure" the young, defeated Fritton was guided into the hall. "HEY I thought you said you wanted to talk?"
"Yes" She hissed "But I never said to me did I. You need to talk to her" She pointed and Annabelle followed the finger pointing in the direction of none other than Kelly Jones.
"No I don't I'm happy for them."
"Ok Annabelle, well then, I'm happy your content" She smiled wickedly and disappeared into the crowd. Seconds before Annabelle was poured glass after glass of Trinski. She drowned her unhappiness and Chelsea carried her to her bed. "Sleep well Belle" She spoke and went to the Tottie area.
The music still pumped downstairs. Kelly was lightly drunk and still partying hard with the older girls, dreading her wedding behind a smirk.