Too Hot To Handle

The Fry

“Sweetie!” Isabella Dalton threw her arms around Phoebe Talbot’s shoulders, giving her a kiss on each cheek. “Boy, have I missed you!”

Phoebe flicked a strand of her honey blonde hair over her shoulder and smirked at her best friend’s excited features. It was the first day back to school at St Lauren’s School for Girls. It was a new year with new beginnings. They stood in the middle of the sunny green grass watching everyone around them with disapproving glares. They were the top of the top, after all.

Fancy sports cars were rolling into the grand carpark with nervous parents saying their final goodbyes to their children. Girls squealed excitedly as they greeted each other after a long summer apart. They gossiped about their exquisite holidays to Cabo as chauffeurs stood beside cars politely. The new girls in Year Eight were ushered into the main building for an introduction to the school.

 “Tell me about it, Bella. It’s been so lonely on holiday this year without all my girlfriends!” Phoebe rubbed her cold arms with a smile. Her designer wedges were slowly sinking into the thick mud on the grass and she grimaced with disgust.

 “Come on, I’ve still got to unpack.” Bella grabbed her best friend’s arm and pulled her after her towards Ivy House. Familiar girls were mulling around outside and immediately moved to let the girls through.

Phoebe looked around fondly at the house she’d lived in for five years. Now she was in Year Thirteen and was the most popular girl at school. The Year Fourteens were such bores; all they thought about was their work and not parties. Phoebe couldn’t imagine life without her parties.

To her right, was the small kitchen that she would be dining at for snacks. Beyond that, was a small corridor that led to the huge dining room only used when the boys’ school visited. To her left, were the post boxes. Each girl was assigned a post box in that small room and had a key. In front of her, she walked up the cream carpeted stairs. When she reached the top, there was a short corridor. In front of her was a dorm room door, to her left were three dorm room doors, to her right was three more and at the end to the right was the door to the common room.

 Phoebe and Bella entered their dorm, the one to the right of the one head on from the stairs. It was the best dorm by far and Phoebe was sure it was because their parents were big on writing the school fat cheques. The room was big and glamorous with large windows and two large double beds in it which were raised off the ground with two carpeted steps. There was a large walk-in wardrobe they shared, a large en suite bathroom with a shower and two chest of drawers and two dressers with big mirrors to do their hair and makeup in.

 Each bed was accompanied by two bedside tables with a lamp on either one and a shelf above the bed and a pin board on their door. They had two bean bags in front of the large flat screen TV because sometimes they liked to chill out there. There was a glass coffee table with two cream leather seats on either side. It was strictly against the rules but nobody dared put them down.

 Bella threw herself down on her double bed. “I’ve missed St Lauren’s so much. Oh and are the boys coming down after dinner or will we meet them at The Fry?” Phoebe bit her bottom lip and pulled out her iPhone to check.

 “They’re meeting us at The Fry.”

 “More time for us to get ready!” Bella squealed positively. She pulled herself off the bed and began to unpack. That was why Phoebe had come early to unpack before anyone else so she had time to relax.

The boys went to St Michael’s School for Boys only next door. There was a large, thick forest that separated the two but that soon became a common meeting place for the gang to hang out at. They were the most elite, popular, loaded teens in London who got away with everything so they were the ultimate rule breakers. The girls hadn’t seen the boys all summer.