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Chris's POV

I barely slept last night, everything that Annabelle had told me still rattling around in my head. I wanted to forget it, seeing as she must have suffered a lot with that scar. I'm glad she told me though, I feel that she trusts me more. Today I had…I don't know yet. I was waiting for Miss Friton to give me my timetable.

"Mr Walker." she stated, frightening me as I waited outside her office. "Your timetable has not been printed out yet so you will be following Annabelle until it is ready." I jumped for a second time as Annabelle appeared from behind her, smiling at me.

"Come on Walker, first class is music." she said before walking down the halls. I watched her, my eyes drawn to her like a paper clip to a magnet.

"It's not polite to stare Mr. Walker." I snapped out of my thoughts as I turned back to Miss Friton. "You know when she found out that you didn't have a timetable Annabelle requested herself to share timetables with personally." my heart sped up. Did this mean…? "She must really like you if she's letting a boy get close to her. Did something happen on the roof last night?" I blushed heavily.

"How did you know about that?" I asked, dodging her question. She smirked at me.

"This is my school young man, I know all that goes on in and on its premises." I grinned smugly at her.

"You tell me then." I said as I crossed my arms. A small smile formed on her lips.

"You are going to fit in well here. Just keep my niece safe…and treat her well." my smile slipped as I nodded.

"Yes Camilla." she arched an eyebrow. "Miss Friton." I corrected.

"Chris! Are you coming?" I heard Annabelle shout. I nodded, giving Miss Friton one last nod before joining Annabelle.

We headed up the stairs, back into the girls upper loft. I could hear music as we approached a small corner. We passed the geeks computer section, Lucy babbling about Paris being open soon. I didn't stop to ask her what she was talking about. When we reached the music I was greeted by the girls from the band from earlier. The chav grinned when she saw us.

"Alright you two? We just finished a song, wanna go?" Annabelle shied away slightly.

"No. you guys are the school band. I'll just take notes or something." that didn't sound very fun for a school with no rules.

"No. lets sing something." Annabelle still looked unsure. "I'll do it with you." I offered. This seemed to change her mind, a small smile coming to her face.

"Ok, but I'm picking the song." I nodded, that was fair. Annabelle paused as she thought for a moment before grinning as she whispered something in the guitarists ear. The guitarist smiled back.

"Good choice." she said before she started strumming. I recognised the song straight away, giving Annabelle a sly smile.

"Really?" I asked, waiting for my part.

"Good music is good music." she said, giving me a smirk. I grinned back as my part came up.

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past two in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Annabelle was actually really good at the harmonies. The other band members started to start playing softly under the guitarist.

Leaning now into the breeze remembering Sunday
He falls to his knees, they had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs

Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm gonna ask her to marry me

And even though she doesn't believe in love
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm gonna ask her to marry me

The neighbor said, she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense

Oh, I can see now
That all of these clouds are following me
In my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be

I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak but you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair

Annabelle was amazing. My jaw dropped as she sung, her voice clear and strong.

And out of my mind, keeping an eye on the world
So many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now, I'm at home in the clouds
Towering over your head

Well I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home

Just as I was finishing the last word the power cut out, taking the music with it. The guitarist glared at us before putting her guitar away.

"If you didn't want me to play, you could have just said so." she grumbled before she sat down.


"Would anyone care to tell me just what is going on." miss Friton asked us as we stood before her, candles in hand. My eyes widened in the dim light as she held a small gun up to her face, only to see that it was just a lighter.

"Well you see...this guy, he offered me twenty thousand pounds for a ring from the Friton archives-" Celia was cut off by an annoyed Roxi.

"We figured that...anyone who would offer to pay twenty would..." she trailed off as Miss Friton took a long puff on her cigarete.

"Would pay fifty." she finished for her.

"But Annabelle went and asked for a hundred." Zoe finished. Everyone turned to give Annabelle a cold look. She lowered her head, avoiding their glares. I felt bad for her.

"Don't blame her it was my fault. I asked her to ask for a hundred so I could fix my schools financial problems." everyone turned their gazes to me.

"Very admiral behaviour Mr Walker but she was the one who listened to you." she stated bluntly. I shot Annabelle an apologetic look. She smiled weakly back. "My I see the ring?" we all parted to let Annabelle through. She awkwardly walked through, keeping her head down as she handed her aunty the ring.

"What we don't get is, why would someone pay out big benjies for some budget bling?" Bianca asked as Miss Friton examined the ring, me noting the change in her eyes. She grabbed her glasses, then snapped them in half?

"Anyone wouldn't Bianca." she stated as she stood up. "Unless of course...the legend were true." well that wasn't patronising at all, sarcasm.

"What legend?" one of the girls asked. I actually wanted to know as well. Miss Friton laughed as she answered.

"The legend of the Friton gold." we all leaned in simultaneously, awaiting the answer. "Gather the rest of the girls in the upper loft. I'll tell the legend once you're all there. That includes you Mr Walker." she stated before walking off, a candle in her hand.

It didn't take us long to round up everyone, they were even in bed or huddled around a small fire. Soon we were all crammed into the upper loft. Annabelle and I were sitting in one of those hammocks together, one of the younger students sitting in Annabelle's lap. I smiled as she joked with the girl, making her feel better about the power cut.

As everyone took their places, Miss Friton, who was sitting on a chair in the centre of the room, began to tell her tale.

"It was a dark and stormy night. The year was 1589..." her story was amazing. She spoke of pirates, treasure and a very sexist man. I knew the history of that man, my uncle told me about him.

"...And the most feared pirate of them all was Archibald Friton." Annabelle straightened up.

"Friton?" she asked excitedly. I smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a light squeeze.

"Yes Annabelle our ancestor Archibald Friton, handsome sea dog." she turned and smirked at me.

"My ancestor was a handsome and feared pirate." she said smugly. I only smiled at her as Miss Friton continued her story.

During the course of Miss Friton's story the girl had shifted off of Annabelle's lap and Annabelle was laying down against me, her back against my chest. She would jump whenever Miss Friton shouted, resulting in her being pressed closer to me. I was not complaining. I don't know what happened over the night, but I was pretty much seeing Annabelle in a very different light.

Soon enough the story was told and Miss Friton was gone, probably off to her room. The girls all began to chat, gathering around a small cluster of candles at the back of the loft. Some of the younger ones retired to their beds but Annabelle and I stayed where we were, laying down in the Hammock facing each other so that our foreheads were almost touching.

"So do you believe the legend?" I asked her.

"Of course, that's my ancestor so that treasure belongs to me." she said with a small smile.

"But of course you'd share it with your favourite boy at St Trinians." I joked. Annabelle seemed to be thinking.

"No, I don't think I'm that close to Bazza." I chuckled slightly, bringing her close enough so that our foreheads were touching. "What about you?" she asked.

"Definitely." I said without a moments hesitation. Annabelle looked unsure. "There's no reason not to." I said quickly. She nodded.

"So what would you do with the money?" she asked. I thought for a moment, my eyes drawn to her beautiful brown ones.

"I would fix my school's financial problems then buy us kick ass phones so we could stay in touch." I answered truthfully. Annabelle's eyes welled up and for a second I actually thought she was going to cry.

"Chris...I-I never thought a guy could..." I smiled as she struggled to form her gratitude into words. I knew that what I would have said would have mattered, considering what she's been through with her past boyfriend. Not saying I'm her boyfriend. Speaking of which Annabelle was starting to get really close to me. Her eyes were slowly shutting and I found myself doing the same.

"CODE RED! CODE RED!" me and Annabelle snapped apart faster then a dog from a hover. She quickly stood up, not looking at me.

"Intruder alert! Battle stations girls!" she ordered. Immediately Bianca was up on her feet, blowing out the candles.

"I'll get my tongs!" she cried excitedly. Really? I watched the girls manoeuvre around the loft, grabbing hidden weapons before all accumulating at the top of the main staircase. I was seriously impressed with their organisational skills, taking note of the tuck/weapon shop as I headed towards the stairs.

I came to stand beside Annabelle, who was watching Chelsea work her magic of charming five or six attackers completely dressed in black. While they were busy ogling her, a suspicious green liquid was dropped on their heads. I winced as they started to scream in pain, their knees buckling as they pulled themselves into small balls.

Another group of men followed them, carefully creeping through the hallways of the school until they came to the steps. An eerie hush spread across the school as Annabelle stood before all the girls.

"Alright girls, and Chris, wait until you see the whites of their eyes." a creepy hush spread over us as the girls started humming before they all started singing softly, sounding like a song from a horror movie.

"We are the best, so screw the rest. We do as we damn well please. Until the end, St Trinians. Defenders of anarchy." I gulped, glad that wasn't directed at me.

"Wait." Annabelle said as the attackers came into view.

"Load." Bianca ordered, the chavs taking their gum out of their mouths and loading them into their sling shots. Just as the attackers heads were coming over the tops of the stairs, Annabelle gave the order.

"FIRE!" all at once the first line of girls let loose their weapons. "Second rank FIRE!" another round of shots were fired and soon the leaders of each social group were leading their own attacks while Annabelle watched. I managed to slip past everyone to get to her.

"Nice attack plan." I said, panting with all the adrenalin. She turned to grin at me.

"What do you expect from the head girl?" she said back. I grinned brightly. A scream near me made me turn to see Lucy getting hit by one of the hockey balls the Emo's had fired, only to have it chucked back. Another scream, closer to me, made me turn to see Annabelle getting grabbed by one of the attackers who had made it up the stairs, his big hand wrapping around her small wrist.

Something snapped within me as she screamed again, trying vainly to wriggle free. Maybe it was the adrenalin, maybe it was male instincts to protect the female, all I know is that I forgot all about my own safety.

"FIRE!" I shouted and a barrage of hockey balls were launched at them man. As soon as the man let go of her to cover his face I launched forwards, ramming my full body into him. We were both sent tumbling down the stairs, by shoulders taking the brunt of the fall.

"CHRIS!" I heard Annabelle shout after me. I finally came to a stop at the bottom of the steps, mainly under most of the men. I groaned as Annabelle basically told the girls to go nuts, resulting in having the men trample on me to get away. I curled my body into a ball, shielding myself from the worst of the pain. Unfortunately that didn't stop me getting hit by pieces of gum and other things that were meant for the attackers. Some of the girls followed the men, driving them out the school.

I felt someone beside me as I uncurled, a hand being gently placed on my arm. I rolled over to see Annabelle beside me, her face creased with worry. I gave her a week smile.

"Are you alright?" I managed to choke out, the breath beaten from my lungs. Annabelle laughed.

"I should be asking you that." she looked like she wanted to say something else but a voice ringing out below interrupted her.

"AND DON'T COME BACK!" Annabelle and I shared a look before she laughed.

"Come on, lets get you back to the loft. The pre-med students will be able to fix you up." she said as she leant down, hoisting one of my arms over her shoulders. Together we managed to get me up the stairs and onto one of the beds. Annabelle, as the head girl, had to leave to tend to some other students but she promised she would come back to check on me.

I lay there, letting some of the younger girls check my ribs and shoulders. Thankfully nothing was broken, just very bruised. I had a cut on my left shoulder from where I had landed funny on the steps, so my shirt was off so they could apply a patch. After half an hour I was laying there, waiting to be released so I could help with the others.

Slowly Miss Friton made her way over to me, coming to sit on the corner of my bed. Roxi was following her, which was odd because she didn't seem the type to be a nurse maid.

"That was a very brave thing you did, risking your own life for Annabelle's." I just nodded, knowing now that she was a smart woman that could turn my words on me. "She's very grateful you know. I didn't think she could care that much for a boy after e=what happened." I nodded gravely, my hand going to my shoulder.

"Well now we both have war wounds for people we care about." I mumbled. Miss Friton nodded.

"Well make sure you keep it up. She may not know it yet but she needs you now, as I'm sure you feel a need to keep her safe?" I nodded unsurely. This woman was in my head. "That will grow." she stated before standing up, letting me see that Annabelle was walking towards me. "So Annabelle what do you think? Victory for the home team?" Annabelle smiled at me before addressing her aunty.

"Well they won't be coming back here again, that's for sure." Miss Friton smiled before she got up, going off to tend to some other students. Annabelle followed her, chatting to her but glancing at me every now and then. I smiled back. I was vaguely away that Roxi was still standing there.

"I know about her Ex-boyfriend." she said bluntly. I turned to her, a grave expression on her face. "As much as I hate to admit it, Annabelle's our leader so she needs to remain strong. If you do anything to hurt her, you'll have the whole school to deal with." I nodded at her.

"I've already risked my safety for her. I'm past that point were I do it unconsciously. Annabelle will never get hurt on my watch." Roxi seemed to except this, nodding at me before walking away.

"Chris?" I turned my head to see Annabelle staring at me. I gulped. "Did you mean that?" I thought for a minute. Well why would I tackle a guy down the stairs for someone who I didn't care for? I looked up at Annabelle and nodded. As I did I felt a blob of gum pull at my hair. I winced. Annabelle just smiled as she sat next to me, running her fingers through my hair while carefully snipping at it with a pair of safety scissors.

"Thanks, I needed a haircut." I joked as she cut away the gum. Annabelle laughed.

"That was a really great thing you did, risking your neck for me." I smiled, loving the feeling of her fingers through my hair.

"It was no problem Annabelle. As you heard I would gladly risk myself for my friends." something changed in her face when I said friends but she smiled anyway. Our moment was ruined by a group of men smashing through the glass roof. I pulled Annabelle to me, keeping her head covered as glass rained down. Luckily non of the girls were directly under the windows. Men came down on ropes, surrounding the girls, who were all cowering in their own area's. The only ones who weren't cowering were Annabelle and Roxi.

Finally a man, who seemed to be the leader, lowered down into the room. I recognised him straight away and clutched Annabelle tighter to me. She gave me a concerned look.

"Chris what's going on? Who is that man?" I knew that man, and I knew he could be dangerous. Miss Friton walked up to him.

"Quite the entrance. But you could have just used the front door." she said smugly.

"Yes, but it wouldn't have looked nearly so cool." the man said smugly back before growling at the posh girls. They whimpered as they shied away.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Miss Friton demanded.

"Oh we're just here to collect a debt you Friton's have owed for...four hundred and twenty years." I gulped.

"You're a Pomfery?" Pomfery smirked at her.

"Clever girl. Sir Piers Pomfery to be exact. And you must be the enefible Camilla..." he trailed off as he took her hand his eyes darting down to the ring on her little finger. Camilla quickly drew her hand back, pretending to be fixing her hair.

"Well I'm sure you don't believe in pirates and treasures and all that nonsense." Piers smirked.

"Of course not." he said, nodding at his men. Suddenly Camilla was surrounded. "That's why we went to all this trouble." Annabelle tried to pull from my grasp.

"Aunty!" she cried. I pulled her away before standing up, limping over to them.

"Piers stop this." I demanded. His eyes widened.

"Chris? What are you doing in an all girls school?" I glared at him.

"Learning that you were completely wrong. About everything." Piers narrowed his eyes at me.

"Is that anyway to talk to your dear uncle Piers?" I heard the collected gasp from all the girls.

"Uncle?" I heard Annabelle say, coming to stand next to her aunt. I turned to her, giving her a sorry look.

"On my mothers side." I offered. Annabelle glared at me and I had never felt so bad in all my life.

"As I was saying," Uncle Piers started again. "I hope we don't meet again, for your sake." I felt my blood boil as he looked around the room. "Place looks like a bomb site by the way. You ladies should really keep up with the house work." I heard a lot of indignant gasps and comments as the men all filtered out. When they were all gone, all the eyes turned on me.

"And just when were you going to tell us that you were related to a Pomfery?" Annabelle demanded. I stammered for an answer. Annabelle glared at me. "I thought we could trust you."

"You can." I tried, my voice on the verge of pleading. I could see the tears in Annabelle's eyes as she stormed off. The rest of the girls followed her example. Soon it was just me, Camilla and Roxi. Roxi was giving me the stink eye.

"You were warned." she muttered gravely before walking off. Camilla gave me a sympathetic look.

"You have to understand. Annabelle is just overreacting." She tried but I cut her off.

"She has every right to be mad at me. She's had a tough summer and my lying didn't help her view on the male species." I said before walking away, heading to my room. With ever step I took I could feel my heart feeling more and more cracked at the thought of loosing Annabelle.


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