Admirer

So the up-side was that Annabelle hadn’t seemed to hold the morning, or the previous night’s events, against her. In fact, she hadn’t mentioned it, at all, since they’d seen each other again later that day. The down-side was that, unfortunately, she also had been spending less and less time with the Head Girl. The make-over, and her aid in the Heist, had garnered her a great deal more friends among the other girls at the school, and she needed Kelly less often to show her around, or explain things. The term was quickly coming to an end, with Christmas coming quickly, and Kelly barely saw her more than once a day, unless she discreetly searched Annabelle out.

“It’s a go?” Kelly glanced casually over at where Annabelle and Polly were huddled around the geek’s computer, several of Polly’s lackeys milling nearby, and debated on just how jealous she wanted to get. When Polly nodded in response to Annabelle’s question, however, and the brunette surged forward to hug her gratefully, Kelly saw more red than just the blushing geek’s hair. “Thank-you!”

“Y- yeah. Go um… go get some drinks to celebrate. We’ve got to get started.” Polly was still blushing, and Kelly watched as Belle stood with a nod and headed out to get the alcohol. She would have thrown Polly against a wall and told her what would happen the next time that she got Annabelle to throw herself on her, but witnesses were not needed, especially considering that she had a reputation to maintain, and Belle was more-or-less clueless to her feelings. Instead, she sauntered out and in the general direction that the other girl would have gone, hoping to maybe run into her, and find out what was going on.

Kelly let her usual, cocky, sensual grin spread across her lips, seeing Annabelle bent over, rifling through where Miss Fritton kept her best rum. She really liked that skirt on the girl. The halls were mostly empty at the time of the evening it was, so the click of her shoes echoed easily enough for the other girl to hear it, and her stride was signature enough that Annabelle should know who it was. Kelly purposefully put a bit more of a strut into her walk, and winked at the other girl when Belle stood back up, holding a bottle. “Well you certainly seem to be a in a bit of a mood. Happy news then?”

“Kell.” Annabelle, unexpectedly, blushed before she smoothed her expression and reaction, and gave a mischievous pout. “What’re you doing?”

“Head Girl duties. It’s after hours, you know.” Kelly’s grin grew broader and she strutted up to the other girl, getting as close as she had the first day. “You shouldn’t be wandering the hallways at this hour.”

Annabelle, unlike that first time, blushed even more brightly and took a step back. “And what’re you going to do, then? Punish me?” Belle continued to give that same mischievous pout, though her eyes were averted, and she sounded more put out than anything else. Kelly didn’t respond immediately, letting the idea run around in her head a bit too much perhaps, and only realized that Annabelle had expected some sort of response, even a cheeky one, when the girl looked up at her again.

“Sounds peachy then.” Kelly watched as Belle’s expression turned to confusion, and waggled her eyebrows a bit as a hint. The returned blush was quite rewarding. “Don’t forget the rum.” Annabelle’s eyes widened a bit in surprise as Kelly reached up and took the back of her neck in a gentle hold, pushing her along back toward the dorms. Predictably, all heads in the room turned toward them when she held the girl in the doorway, and Polly looked thoroughly alarmed. “So that I didn’t have you running about looking for her, Pol, I thought we’d let you know that I have something to ‘discuss’ with Fritton here.” Polly continued looking alarmed, especially at the expression on Annabelle’s face, but Kelly didn’t give anyone the chance to respond, turning the girl and leading her off elsewhere.

“I didn’t think that wandering about after hours was punishable here, of all places… especially by you, Kell.” Annabelle objected as they passed the Head Girl’s room. Kelly only chuckled. “Don’t like not being behind the things going on here, then?”

“Oh Belle, I was just hoping for a bit of time with you.” Kelly purred teasingly, feeling the girl’s neck heat from another blush. “After all… it’s been a bit since we’ve talked. You’re always so busy.” She let the last part sound even more teasing and sarcastic, and continued leading them up to the roof.

Annabelle seemed surprised at the addition of a second beanbag, and when Kelly simply fell into one, gesturing the new one to her, looked confused. Out of a plastic baggie, the Head Girl supplied two small glasses, and gestured for Annabelle to make use of the rum she’d continued holding on to. Kelly had already had three large shots of the rum, with Annabelle nursing her first, before the newer girl finally spoke. “What’re we doing up here?”

“I told you, Fritton, it’s been a while since we’ve talked.” Kelly opined, her mind still whirling in an attempt to figure out what to do now. She’d gotten Annabelle alone, at the same place their last ‘encounter’ had taken place, and even had some rum to aid in getting the girl’s tongue loose again. Silence reigned a bit again, though Belle seemed to relax a little, despite her confusion. “You’ve been spending a bit of time with the Geeks, eh Belle?”

“Polly’s helped me with a few things.” Annabelle answered with another pout, eying Kelly suspiciously. “Why are you calling me Fritton again?”

“It’s your name, innit?” Kelly smirked and swirled her drink in her glass again. “I would have expected you to be with the Posh Totty, way you turned out…” She smiled mischievously, though the idea of Annabelle hanging out with those girls, and developing the same pass-times, made her want to smash something even more than Polly monopolizing the girl’s time.

“We don’t really have the same interests.” Annabelle rolled her eyes, and unexpectedly downed the remainder of her first drink finally. “I don’t see you with any of the cliques.”

“I was… but the Head Girl can’t be showing favoritism to one group or another…” Kelly cut off from explaining further and considered having more to drink. The only time she seemed to be able to get any working ideas around the girl was when she was hammered. “Don’t have the same interests?” The idea made her snort and she reached for the bottle that Annabelle held, frozen, from the comment. “With you disappearing at night near once a week?”

“I’m not off with some boy, thank you.” Annabelle rolled her eyes disdainfully and cuddled her drink a bit, pouting again. Kelly made a sarcastic, doubting noise. “I don’t… I wasn’t with a boy. I’d prove it to you, but apparently you want to drink under the stars instead. So what clique were you, then, Kell?”

“Don’t remember? We’re not Goths, we’re emos.” Kelly smiled seductively and sighed, shrugging her shoulder. Annabelle’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, and after giving her a slow, careful once over that sent an inadvertent shiver up Kelly’s spine, let out a breath and nodded, as if in agreement. “You approve, I take it?”

Annabelle downed her shot and made only the slightest face at its burn, and smirked once her expression had cleared. Kelly had the unnerving realization that the other girl’s smirk and smile was getting far too suggestive, like her own. “I just think it seems to fit. I am fairly sure, though, that you’d look rather horrid with that stage make-up they’re fond of.”

Kelly chuckled, not bothering to voice her agreement. Admittedly, she hadn’t been much for the dramatic face-paints either, when she’d been among the group before being promoted to Head Girl, but she wasn’t about to tell Annabelle that. She considered her next shot of rum for a moment, then smirked almost knowingly at the other girl. “So what have you been up to, if you’re not out with one of the Totty’s boys?”

“You’d love to know, wouldn’t you?” Annabelle commented, unexpectedly. Kelly’s eyes widened just slightly, and her smirk dropped a bit. Across from her, Belle was eyeing her, smirking smugly, and had a look that Kelly knew the girl couldn’t realize just how sexy it was. “How’ve you been Kell? You’re right, it has been a bit.”

“The twins are concentrating more on explosives than the vodka, after having liked it so much in the heist. I’ve had to set a few of the Geeks to helping with distillation, or we’d have more of those deaths that bother Flash so much.” Kelly offered nonchalantly, inwardly grinning at the almost surprised look on Annabelle’s face. “Beyond that, it’s mostly as it’s been before.”

“Do you know if there’s going to be a Christmas party? Like as with… well… pretty much everything else that’s possible to celebrate around here?” Annabelle asked after a moment, the silence between them a bit awkward. Kelly noticed her having downed two more shots, and wondered how quickly the girl would get drunk, at that rate. Belle was a lightweight, if her foggy memory served her well.

“Likely.” Kelly shrugged and sighed. “Poll didn’t tell you? Her group’s usually in charge of setting up the lights and such.”

“It hasn’t come up.” Annabelle offered, and her expression changed slightly. Kelly heard the door close somewhere behind her, and the slightly hurried steps. She hadn’t expected that Polly would come after them, with how she’d paraded Belle to the dorms and made it obvious they weren’t to be interrupted. When she turned around to level a displeased look in the intruder’s direction, she was almost surprised to see a slightly flustered, and frustrated, Chelsea striding up to them. “Chels.”

“You’re late. I thought you’d be with Polly.” Chelsea sighed and pouted, pausing to fluff her hair slightly as she realized that it probably looked a bit too tousled from her search. She raised both perfectly kept eyebrows at the brunettes, then nodded at Kelly, oblivious to the look. “She said Kelly dragged you off?” Annabelle only smiled in a sultry manner that was almost an echo of the Head Girl’s, and tipped her empty glass in Kelly’s direction, an obvious gesture to the fact that she had indeed been dragged off. Chelsea had found them together, so of course it was true. “She’s an appointment with me, Kelly. Can this wait?”

“Appointment?” Kelly was surprised, and had had just enough shots to be slightly buzzed, which added to her curiosity. Annabelle had risen, as if the Posh Totty had more authority in the matter than she, and Kelly couldn’t help her surprise. Only weeks ago maybe the girl would have been too timid to make a decision, sitting there in embarrassed indecision. When she’d first come, she would have bolted at the opportunity to be away from the intimidating Head Girl. Instead, Annabelle now smiled almost indulgently at Kelly, bolstered by what alcohol she had managed, and nodded her head. “What appointment?”

“I told you I haven’t been with any boys.” Annabelle offered almost mysteriously, which shocked Kelly cold.

Belle’s been with Chelsea?!

“What?” Chelsea stared at them both in confusion, and knitted her eyebrows together. Then, predictably, she turned to Annabelle and asked, “You’ve got a boyfriend, Annabelle?”

“You are so blonde, Chelsea.” Kelly deadpanned, also predictably.

“Of course not, Chels. You, of all people, know that.” Belle laughed lightly, and moved forward to escort the blonde away. “You don’t mind Kelly coming do you? She wanted to talk to me about something.”

“She won’t interrupt?” Chelsea asked, and Annabelle only shook her head, surprising Kelly. They both began to walk away, expecting for the confused Head Girl to follow, and it took a moment for the bewildered Kelly to scramble up and trail after. She made the effort to appear only slightly interested, and bemused, altering her stride to be the confident strut she always adopted around the school, barely lengthening it to catch up a bit.

They wound up going in a direction Kelly hadn’t expected. How she couldn’t interrupt what she’d assumed they were doing, she didn’t know, but she’d been invited, sort of, and wasn’t going to miss the chance to find out what was going on. She could come up with some way to kill Chelsea for stealing Belle away later, for now she was curious. Instead, the door they went through led to what appeared to be a previously abandoned room, part of the basement perhaps? It certainly wasn’t a classroom, and the odd equipment within looked distinctly out of place. There was a dark, almost velvety sheet hung behind a posh, chaise lounger, pillows and throws of a slightly opulent nature, and large lights set up. It looked like… a set of some kind? On a table to the side was a computer, printer, scanner, and a few other partially unidentifiable objects technical in nature. Kelly barely saw a couple pairs of boxing gloves and punching mitts thrown into the corner, at odds with the rest of the strange equipment. What the hell have these girls been doing? Porn? Boxing, lesbian porn? Egh! Get your mind out of the gutter, Kell!

“Who’re we shooting for this time Chels?” Annabelle asked, and Kelly’s attention turned back to the other two girls. When had Belle pulled her hair back? It wasn’t a tight ponytail, as the girl would have done when she’d first entered the school, and looked messy-fashionable and damn good on her, but certainly not Posh Totty style.

“The lingerie one…” Chelsea offered, bending behind the chaise to fetch something. “It’s why Polly wasn’t going to be here…” She looked almost worriedly at Kelly.

“She’s not going to say anything, are you Kell?” Annabelle asked, smirking slightly as she pulled out an expensive looking camera from a case that had been with the techno-junk. Surprised, and growing more curious with each passing moment, Kelly mutely shook her head, smirking. This was certainly building up to be something interesting. “The girls have been helping me with my new photography hobby. I’ve been doing their head shots and other sample work for magazines that want to feature them, after the success in school challenge. J.J. suggested that it be an inside job for the initial photographs, so that they aren’t easily accessed by anyone that hasn’t negotiated properly for them.”

Kelly casually sat in the chair with the computer stuff, lounging back in a sultry manner, as if it had all been her idea and she owned the place. The commanding attitude was one she’d acquired, and wore well, since becoming Head Girl. It drew Chelsea’s attention to her again, and the blonde made a soft, dismissive noise before picking out a few sets of skimpy underwear to model.

TBC