A/N Thanks to all who follow this story, I shall continue to write it. Sorry about it taking me forever I have had a little writers block. Any questions please review, or message me.

-Millzazilla-

Annabelle tossed and turned, the pumping music drilling into her. Every beat a thump of her head, she heard some girls enter the dorm. Stumbling over each other and fumbling with buttons to eventually collapse onto their respective beds. She winced as her head spun, she wanted to sit up but didn't want to have to run to the bathroom. The girls, that were still awake and not partying, giggled and sipped some after party cocktails. Belle nearly barfed at the sound of the glasses clinking. But then someone mentioned that name, that sodding, haunting, bastard of a name. "How do you think Kelly's feeling?" It was Andrea, she attempted to whisper but saw Annabelle twitch when the sentence danced over her lips. Belle jerked up, her face broken between drunken fake happiness and soul crushing realisation. She snatched up her hair band and swayed to the bathroom.

Kelly danced the night away, as if tomorrow didn't exist. She stumbled around the hall, dancing with her girls. Her girls, supportive, hopeful, strategic each one unique, girls. She wonkily smiled, she couldn't remember the last time she had been this drunk, wait, she could. It was the night she found her

The Night She Found Her.

"How do you feel?" Kelly scanned her best friend, she was almost jealous.

"Like a St Trinian!" Annabelle threw out her hip and the girls cheered and jumped their way downstairs to Annabelle's welcome party, the one without pranks! As Belle strode up to the stage Kelly helped her up. Their hands locked Kelly smiled, actually smiled not a smirk, Polly gasped in the crowd of shouts as she saw Kelly's emotion. Annabelle took her spot on stage pumping her fist into the air as the table behind her was filled with shots of Trinski. Kelly whistled, everyone stopped, their eyes ablaze with excitement. "Fritton" Kelly spat with a smile. "Care to show us what your made of?" She sauntered over to the girl, using every excuse to touch her. Annabelle didn't back down from this game she smirked. "I don't think I could show ALL of you" She laughed and the girls cheered as Kelly pushed her into a seat and slid the first of 6 Trinski's toward her. Belle gulpped and curled her fingers around the first shot.

Several hours later and Annabelle was lying in the showers with Taylor and Polly. "'Bell, Why dun cha' join up wiv us?" she slurred, her English almost better when drunk.

"Annabelle, we all know who you're suited to most" She grinned as Annabelle shook her head on the floor.

"I'm no chav or geek I'm afraid. I am a Fritton" She grinned until the showers sputtered to life. The showers filled with three girly screams, but the hand that had turned the water pressure was a smooth porcelain complexion leading up to the cocky face of the Head Girl. "Bit more of a drip now 'ey Fritton?" Kelly laughed as Polly and Taylor squealed out of the showers moaning about expensive watches and hair. Kelly took a peek, Belle still lay where she was. She was smiling but her eyes were puffy. "Belle?" She cradled the girl in her arms, kneeling in the wet to hold her steady. "Kelly, you…you angel." Belle smiled up at her and Kelly dragged her to a toilet. She had seen that kind of smile on her other new recruits.

After first 2 waves of gags Belle turned and slurred. "how….howow…..howoo did you knowww where wwee where?"

Kelly sighed and shrugged sat on the floor holding Belles hair back. "Women's intuition" Belle lurched forward again. A few hours later Belle had fallen asleep in Kellys arms and she was carrying her to the dorms. She looked down and saw a new friend, not knowing that they would end up like they were now.

Back to the present…..

Chapter 4

The clouds hung low in the sky the next morning. Much like pretty much all of the school. Annabelle had awoken to Chelsea speaking French to a client. "Bon. Qui…ummm" It wasn't one of their chat line consumers. Belle sat up and looked at the clock, 9:00amShe then looked up and glared at the Tottie only to receive a warm smile back. Stupid French, stupid mornings, stupid…urr….STUFF! She couldn't even rage in her own mind. She snatched up her pillow and jammed it over her head desperate for sleep.

Kelly, meanwhile, was in the hall pacing with a bottle of hangover cure in her hands. "This stuffs good girls, slap a Trinski style label on it and present it to Flash. We'll be making money in no time." She turned to the twins, who were beaming at their new invention. "Yes Kelly" They both said running out of the room. "For Satan's sake Jones" Kelly smiled to herself shaking her head. She checked the time on her watch. 9:00Am. Chelsea would be on the phone, Polly should be typing away and Taylor was, no doubt still in a slumber. "Jonessss" A hiss came from a dark corner of the room.

"Andrea" Kelly turned and tossed her the bottle. "New product, it works. Told you not to sleep down here" Andrea caught it and grinned wickedly raising it to Kelly for a quick drink.

"Th…thanks" She choked a little bit but took another swig for good measure. "So" She wiped her mouth "What's on today?"

"Operation Wedding is in phase 2, Kelly you will need to check these venues and Chelsea has arranged a fitting tomorrow morning at 10AM" Polly strolled in casually, the faint voice of Chelsea coming through her ear piece, blabbing about how Kelly simply MUST check out Vera Wang's newest collection. Andrea stuck her tongue out at the geek. She disliked organisation. Kelly chuckled and rolled her neck and sighed. Polly handed her 10 different booklets about venues then had to demonstrate lightings to her, then there was the reception to organise.

Kelly lasted an hour and threw her hands up. "I can't do this anymore today, Minions take 5 booklets around and take a tally of votes, and then I'll decide. She had left the room before either of her woken minions could argue. She popped her head back round though to ask. "Have you seen Annabelle?"

A roar of an engine answered her question, followed by a. "JONES! I KNOW THIS WAS YOU!"

Annabelle had awoken, still swaying but she couldn't deal with anymore. "Oh my only 2 weeks till Kelly's big day" "Wow I wonder what to wear" "Flash is a lucky guy" blah blah blah. All she knew is she wanted out and she wanted out an hour ago. She had yanked on her leathers and swayed down to her bike. She walked into the garage and sat on her bike stroking it delicately along the tank. Each precise groove had a purpose; each little detail meant something of did something. She sighed and rested her head on the tank attempting to cool her head with its freezing exterior. Another sigh and she twisted the key and started the machine. Its initial roar was brain pounding but it settled into a sweet purr. She moved her foot to click it into gear and felt nothing; she shook her head and flicked her foot again attempting to find something, there was nothing. She slid off and looked at where her gear lever should be. It was missing. "JONES!"

5 minutes and Kelly had appeared twirling said gear selector with smugness. Belle flipped up the visor on her helmet and revved her bike a little as she shot her other hand out. "Give me that"

"No, you're not fit to ride" She smirked. Annabelle twisted her hand a little more, the sound a little louder.

"Give me it Jones"

"No way Fritton" The engine got louder.

"DAMNIT JONES. Give me that, I need to go out!"

"Not before you stop avoiding me!

"IM NOT AVOIDING YOU, IM JUST BUSY!"

"WITH WHAT?" Kelly lost her cool, so did Belle. The bike was screaming under her as her hand was tight around the handle bars. "WE HAVE TO TALK! NOW!"

Belle slammed her helmet shut and thumped her outstretched hand on the tank. "FINE, WHATEVER!" She turned the key and threw them at Kelly, knowing that the older girl would catch them.

They walked into the hall, waking students kept their heads down, others hugged the wall as a cool looking Kelly and a helmeted Annabelle strolled a little too casually down the corridor. Once inside Kelly's room she locked it and Belle sat on the bed. "So how have you been" Kelly said over her shoulder while pouring Belle sum hangover cure. Belle scoffed beneath her helmet. "I'd be better if I was out of here" Kelly hated when Belle put her snooty voice on. She sighed and handed her best friend the glass. "Come on, take that off and talk to me. I'll be married soon so I'll be living with Flash" Belle stiffened at the comment. "No more midnight pranks. No more drag racing. No more partying hard. No more. You" She placed a hand on Annabelle's. Belle turned away from those pleading eyes, those eyes that had wrapped a bandage around her heart, those endless eyes of sensitiveness that no one else had seen. It was her sanctuary in Kelly's eyes, until Flash had a big break and bough her that god forsaken wedding ring! She sniffed aloud and stood, leaving her hand behind in Kelly's for as long as possible. "I…I'm gonna" She sniffed again as the lump jarred in her throat and she started to break. "Take…a bath…or a walk…" She sniffed again releasing a little sob.

"Belle." Kelly went to her friend but Belle turned away. "Please Belle I miss you, I can't get married without you" She whispered

"You can. And you will. Daddy" She coughed "FATHER needs me for that week, bloody drunk" She caught her breath as she almost broke down, lying to her best friend broke her, that bandage healing her heart, she was unravelling it tearing herself in two.

"KELLY" A loud knock startled the two. "Fight in the dorms" Polly had obviously heard them talking. But Kelly drew in a breath and stormed out of her room while Annabelle charged her way to the nearest exit, passing students hearing her crying.

"GIRLS!" Kelly let loose that ear-splitting whistle of hers and everyone turned round. Goths clutching chavs in headlocks, Chavs pulling at Goths hair. The First years cheering and taking bets. "PLEASE can I not get one fucking hour to myself. Taylor, Andrea a word if you please" Her face was red; Chelsea and Polly had clocked Kelly's earlier argument with her Annabelle. They grimaced and said a silent prayer for the two girls. A loud bang was heard the girls ran to the window overlooking the hockey field at the back of the building. A lone figure stood, pounding a hockey stick against a tree, then clubbing away some loose sticks, a few smashing into the brickwork. "Belle" Chelsea whispered.

Kelly had finished her shouting and given the Goth's and Chav's a fitting punishment. The Chav's would work in the garage all day for the next week and the Goths would have nonstop PE lessons for the next week. She grinned and was returning to the dorms, until glass fell on her head. She looked at the rock which had just obliterated a window above her. I'm a jerk, I know Belle. But maybe, if things were different.

"Stupid" Belle let lose another angry swing sending the rock into a forest. "Jones" Another rock bullet embedded into a tree. Her tears never stopped falling, she was a selfish jerk and she knew it, yet she couldn't lose Kelly. But what could she do. Which each following syllable she hit the ground with the splintered stick. "Why. Am. I. ME. Why. Couldn't. I. Just. Grow. A. Pair. FUCK!" With the last word she hurled the stick as far as she could and turned to kick her helmet across the grass, only for it to be stopped by and elegantly clad foot. "Belle?"

"WHAT!" She snapped, but looked at the floor when she saw it was Chelsea. "Sorry" She mumbled

"It's fine. You want to talk?" Chelsea put her arm round her and guided the wreck that was once Annabelle Fritton to the café. Where they sat and Belle sobbed onto a desk for an hour whilst Chelsea rubbed her back. Kelly had peered in a few times, a guilty look hidden behind a nonchalant glance. Belle wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink, and wouldn't speak for the rest of the day. She mainly grunted at people who stood in her way until she found her way to her bike again.

Kelly by that evening was ready to flop onto bed and sleep for another week. Chelsea had reported in about Belle. Polly had researched and tallied the venues and picked one for Kelly. Andrea had prepared drinks and menus. Taylor had perfected natural make-up (after several scary tries) everyone was ready, except her. She threw a pillow across her room and huffed. Staring around for anything to destroy, there was nothing left after her many previous arguments with her friend. Her eyes did settle on a photo of the day they won the hockey trophy. The team held Annabelle and her up, while she placed a lingering kiss on her cheek. It was the best photo she had; Belle was as red as a tomato. That was the day she fell madly in love with her best friend.