A/N: Thanks for the reviews, follows and favourites! :D I'm sorry this took so long, I was kinda having a break from writing to focus on school and stuff :| I should be okay for a while :J
I have added two guest characters in this chapter, they might be making a return, who knows? If you know who they are then you are a legend ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own St Trinians or it's characters, I own my OC's and the plot.
"So who was she?"
Annabelle gasped; her hand rising to her chest to calm her racing heart.
"Jesus Christ! Do you have to sneak up on people like that?"
"Who said I was sneaking?" Andrea asked, shuffling closer to the hooded girl, noticing how she gripped her sleeve arm tighter and shuffled away to avoid any bodily contact.
"The door screeches like a Chav when their PMSing. You must have been thinking something real deep."
Annabelle scoffed, removing her hand from her chest and casting her eyes over the school grounds, ignoring the fact that the head Emo was still staring at her.
"It's rude to ignore someone when they asked a question."
"Yeah? Well where I'm from, it's rude to stare to." She glanced out of the corner of her eye, catching a small grin quickly being taken off the paler girl's face.
"Well Fritton?"
The brunette sighed, eyeing the photo that stood upright besides her, the back firmly in place. She then snapped her head back to the Emo with a blank expression.
"Why should I tell you?" she queried, Andrea sighed and leant back onto her hands.
"We don't have to talk about her. Yet, anyway."
Annabelle laughed and shook her head.
"What are you doing here?" she finally asked.
"Well other than congratulate you for your victory over that Chav wannabe, which was amazingly done by the way, I was going to check and see if you were… okay." She finished, sliding her eyes to Annabelle's sleeved arm, the other girl moving it away when she became conscious of the scrutiny.
She decided that the territory of conversation needed to be changed, quickly.
"Look, can I see your-"
"What's going on between you and that Chav girl?"
Andrea chocked for a second, recovering to send a small glare at the smirking girl.
"Nothing." She bit out, though it sounded none to convincing.
"Really? What do you take me for? I'm not blind you know."
Andrea sighed and rubbed her forehead, suddenly a smirk formed which made Annabelle instantly become uneasy.
"If I tell you about it, then you will have to tell me about that girl… and what's going on between you and Kelly."
The hooded girl growled in annoyance, placing her head in her hands in frustration.
"Nothing is going on between me and Kelly… we're just, good friends, I guess..."
Andrea observed the younger girl, raising an eyebrow at the upset frown.
"I take it you want to be, more, than friends?"
Annabelle glared at the Emo, shooting to her feet, picking up her photo as she did.
"You don't know, anything, about what I want." She hissed, cradling the photo close to her chest, like a mother would her baby.
"Is it about her?" Andrea asked, nodding to the photo of the attractive blonde. She knew she was crossing lines here, but she could not help her burning curiosity.
Annabelle sneered and marched to the door, practically tearing it off the hinges in her anger.
"See you on the field." She snapped, slamming the door violently.
Andrea huffed, leaning back on her hands to try and figure out her thoughts.
She did not expect however, to lean on something wet and somewhat sticky. She brought her hand up to her eye level. Her eyes widened in shock at the red substance which now coated her fingertips.
She looked up to the rusted door, frowning in worry to the phantom person who had been there moments before.
"Fritton, what are you doing…"
She slowly shook her head and stood up, bringing out a tissue to wipe the blood clean off of her hand. She would have to sneak onto the Geeks computer and somehow get rid of the video footage of what had happened on the roof, either that or pay off another Geek to do it for her, because she couldn't let someone see what had just happened. But should she keep this to herself?
Andrea groaned and rubbed her forehead. She didn't know what to do.
She couldn't tell Taylor, that girl would probably end up cornering Annabelle in a shouting match which China would be able to hear. Telling Kelly wasn't an option either, deny it as much as she would like, the Head Girl clearly had feelings for the new student. Telling her, what she thinks she had discovered, would cause too much trouble.
She didn't know what to do.
The Next Day
The girls of St Trinians laughed mockingly at the Cheltenham Ladies' reactions as they sung 'Who Let the Dogs Out', a blonde at the front even snarling at the First Years, causing more laughter as she acted like the animal she was being called.
Annabelle stood in a pair of tight fitting black trackies, a short sleeved white shirt and black forearm bands, hiding her secret. Her hair was down, gently fluttering in the wind as she looked at nothing in the distance.
To say Kelly was awestruck would be a massive understatement.
And seriously, why did she have to wear such God damned tight trackies?
"You're droolin'."
"What?" Kelly started, wiping her chin for the nonexistent saliva. She glared at the Chav who hadn't even taken her eyes away from the Emo standing across from her on the pitch. They still had a good few minutes before the match started, and they were all standing around waiting. Kelly had intended to go speak with the brunet girl, hoping to calm any uneasiness she might have had from her old school being here.
That was until a certain Chav popped along.
So here she was, stuck watching from a distance with a girl who kept on teasing her unnecessarily.
"You are so lucky I'm in a good mood at the moment and not in Head Girl mode, otherwise you would be missing for weeks before you would be found."
"Ha! Shove off Kell, you're always in a good mood around 'er, it's startin' to get sickinin', ennit?"
Kelly shot her a glare which quickly shut up the shorter girl.
"Wait a minute, whose tha' blonde girl goin' afta' your Fritton?"
Kelly looked quickly back to the brunet.
"What?" she mumbled.
"Hey, Fritton!"
The aforementioned girl whipped her head in the direction, her eyes widening at the shock of blonde hair saunting towards her, her breath catching in her throat in shock.
"Been a long time, hasn't it?"
"Holy shit… what are you doing here?"
"Oh how charming."
Annabelle was then encased in a big hug; she laughed and heartfully returned it, giggling when the blonde girl picked her up enthusiastically.
"Fritton, you're not trying to steal my girl are you?"
Annabelle gasped and looked over the blonde's shoulder, her heart swelling when she saw the girl with raven hair and black rimmed glasses smirking at her.
"Alex!"
She launched herself at the second newcomer; Alex laughed lightly and hugged the brunette back.
"I haven't seen you two in forever, how are my favourite Yankees?"
"Life has been so dull since you left, there has been literally nothing to do all day." Piper sighed dramatically.
"Well I wouldn't say nothing…" Alex muttered, glancing at the blue eyed blonde with desire evident in her gaze. Piper flushed slightly and returned her gaze to Annabelle who looked quite amused.
"Seriously guys? Not even five minutes after you see me again for the first time in months."
"Chapman! Vause! Get your American asses over here!" someone from the Cheltenham section shouted.
"Oh God sake, well good luck on your game Belle."
"Yeah, kick that blonde girls head in for us, 'kay?"
"What, you're on my side Vause."
"Shh, don't tell anyone." Alex whispered with a wink.
"Vause! Chapman!"
"Jesus, we're coming!" Alex yelled, Piper quickly interlocked their fingers together and dragged off the dark haired girl, sending a smile in Annabelle's direction.
"Who were they?"
Annabelle suppressed a happy grin and faced the girl behind her, taking a quick moment to appreciate the Head Girl's hockey kit before moving her eyes to said girl's obsidian ones.
"That's Piper and Alex, they were sent to live here from America by their parents because they didn't approve of their relationship. They became my best friends. I think they were the second to only thing I miss the most from that Hell hole of a school." She mumbled the last part, shaking her head and plastering on a smile, which quickly became a true one when she saw Kelly's profile.
"They sound like cool girls."
"Yeah, some of the best."
Any further convocation between the two girls was quickly cancelled by Bursar blowing his whistle irritatingly loudly.
The girls quickly got into formation, Annabelle trying to keep a blank face as Thwaits openly gave her a look of deadly promise.
The match started quickly, Bursar being knocked out within seconds and being hastily replaced by Matron as referee. After Cheltenham scored their first goal, the girls of St Trinians did what they do best. Cheat.
Annabelle watched in amused awe as they used an array of different skills, such as Taylor nailing the ball to her stick, or Andrea swapping the ball for a weaker pottery one, to score and lead them to a one goal up victory at half time.
Just as Annabelle was going to walk off of the pitch, her arm was caught in a painfully rough grip. She span around, coming face to face with Verity Thwaits herself.
"Well, well, well, look who it is. It's Annabelle the Cannibal."
The girls behind her all laughed, hissing at her through their barred teeth.
"What do you want, Thwaits?" Annabelle ground out, glaring at the other girl's annoyingly arrogant, yet satisfyingly still beat up, face.
"Well I would like it if you went back to that hospital for a few months. Maybe it will even be enjoyable this time around?"
Her grip tightened, disturbing the fresher of the cuts under Annabelle's forearm band. She grimaced, almost certain they would start to bleed anytime soon.
"What's wrong Fritton? Is this," she squeezed even harder, nails cutting through the material, "too much of a painful reminder?" Annabelle froze, she wouldn't.
"Of what happened last time?"
Apparently she would.
Annabelle tensed, her vision flooding with red as anger coursed through her veins. Without even thinking she reached down for her hockey stick, swinging it around and slamming it across the blonde's face.
The Cheltenham Ladies gasped whilst the First through to Fifth years of St Trinians started to cheer, yelling 'Fight!' over and over again.
Verity straightened back up, touching her bruised cheek gingerly. She glared at Annabelle, who glared right back.
"You fucking bitch!"
Verity tackled the brunet to the floor, the two of them rolled on the ground, trying to get the upper hand. Annabelle finally managed to get on top, slamming her fist against the blonde's face until Verity somehow managed to catch it. She swung her own fist, re-splitting Annabelle's lip, and switched positions so she was on top. She continued to hit Annabelle's face, the other girl landing solid blows to her open stomach until she doubled over, allowing Annabelle to push her off.
They both stumbled to their feet but before Annabelle could take a step she felt her arms being ripped up her back, she glanced behind her and saw the goalie for Cheltenham keeping her arms locked. Verity grinned and threw a powerful punch to Annabelle's stomach, making the girl gasp as her breath left her. She got one more on her face before suddenly being tackled to the ground roughly.
Annabelle opened her eyes, somehow being able to smile when she saw Kelly straddling the shorter girl's waist, ruthlessly punching anywhere she could. Unlike Annabelle however, Kelly knew what she was doing and clearly had had practice before, considering her wasn't wincing after every punch, and Annabelle would bet that her knuckles wouldn't be as bruised tomorrow.
With a final punch Verity collapsed to the ground unconscious, her jaw looking bent in an odd way. Suddenly the arms trapping Annabelle's arms were gone, she saw the goalie be floored none too gracefully by Alex, who glared at the other girls violently. They all backed away, knowing it was not wise to make her mad when she was already fuming.
Piper came into view then, running her fingers lightly over her newer injuries with a concerned look. She then glanced over her shoulder before leaning into Annabelle's ear, smiling a little.
"You should have seen that girl just now; she was trying to get to you but was held back by some other Cheltenham girls. She sure as Hell dealt with them quick enough."
And when Annabelle looked over Piper's shoulder, sure enough four Cheltenham girls were either passed out, or immobile, on the floor.
She moved her gaze to Kelly, who was staring back at her in concern, and even some upset.
It took all she had not to go over and hug her, but somehow she resisted.
For how much longer though, she was not sure.
Later That Night
Annabelle hissed when her Aunty pressed a little to hard on one of her cuts on her forehead. The walls were thudding from the music The Banned were playing, a party for the St Trinians win going on full blast.
After the fight was over, the match had been cancelled, the win going to St Trinians as despite the fact Annabelle had made the first hit, it was obvious that Verity had provoked the fight.
Also the fact that Miss Bagstock had over four hundred St Trinians girls staring her down as she tried to defend her school, may have helped.
They had thrown a party for it, some of the girls personally congratulating Annabelle for having beaten up Verity not only once, but twice. The Twins even giving her hugs around the waist and giving her the most adorable smiles she had ever seen.
Her Aunty had seen her across the room, speaking with Chelsea of the Posh Totties. She had noticed how Annabelle kept running her forehead and lip, and had insisted of trying to help somewhat. So she dragged her to her office and had sat her on the desk, standing in between her legs to apply some disinfectant to her cuts.
And God did it hurt.
"Honestly Annabelle, stop wiggling!"
"It huuurts Aun- Miss." She cut herself off, correcting herself quickly. Camilla laughed and patted Annabelle's knee gently.
"Its okay for in privacy my dear girl, but not in front of the other girls." She winked and went back to trying to patch her up.
"Where did you learn to fight anyway? I don't remember you being much of a fighter."
Annabelle snorted, and shook her head, "Alex taught me, she saw how easily I lost in a play fight with Piper once and it unsettled her. So she taught me Piper and… Chrissy, some moves." Annabelle hung her head, it was quickly brought back up by Miss Fritton, who lifted it with her forefinger and continued to deal with her injuries.
"Well good for her, you used to be such a defenceless little bird. Now look at you! Taking down a creature like Thwaits!"
Her Aunty laughed heartfully, and Annabelle had to join in, her laugh being contagious.
"An undiscovered creature." She giggled.
"Oh yes, must be prehistoric."
They both started to laugh again, Annabelle only stopping when her stomach sparked with pain.
"… Do you miss them?"
"Who? Piper and Alex? Of course I do. They are some of the best people you'll ever meet."
Camilla shook her head, smiling sadly and looked at Annabelle, for the first time said girl had seen, seriously.
"And Chrissy."
Annabelle felt her world stop, her heart skipped a beat at that name, and then it seemed to remember what had happened. Then it seemed to want to stop all together. It sped up as memories assaulted her mind.
And it hurt.
"… Everyday."
"I didn't say it to make you feel bad dear, I just worry about you. You have been acting so differently from the girl I once knew." Miss Fritton put the bottle down and stepped away from Annabelle who had bowed her head, tears running down her face.
"Please Anna, talk to me about it. I want to help you. I think Chrissy would want the same thing-"
"How would you know?" Annabelle barked, jumping up from the desk, but keeping her eyes to the ground. Not feeling brave enough to meet her Auntie's gaze, knowing what she would see there. Pity. She hated it when people looked at her like that.
It made her feel weak. She wasn't weak. She couldn't be weak.
Not again.
Not ever again.
"How would you know what she would want?"
Annabelle didn't wait for Camilla to reply and stormed out of her office, slamming the door as loud as possible over the constant thumping against the walls from the music down below.
She didn't go back downstairs, instead heading up to the dorms, getting changed into her oversized red hoodie and white baggy trackie bottoms. She slumped into her bed and quickly fell asleep, hoping that for once she was too tired to form the nightmares which haunted her both daily and nightly.
A/N: Thanks for reading :) please leave a review, 'cuz like I said previously, motivates me to write much faster ;)
(Anyone know who they were? If not, look them up, just imagine them younger, like, Annabelle's age ;P )