I was re-watching some of Lorraine's first episodes and came up with another idea of how Lorraine and Nikki's could have happened. I always seem to have too many fic ideas or non at all. Hence why I end up with so many fics and then take forever to update them.
Reviews are appreciated. Should I continue?
A galaxy of spectacular golden locks, well maintained and curled into luscious loose ringlets, to the pleasing high standard of the woman who sported them proudly, tumbled like sudden gushes of high quality translucent silk over her shoulders, spiralling down her back, not a strand out of place. Piercing clicks echoed the empty corridors, a quiet buzz looming throughout the in need of referbishing building, obtained by the young female who discovered her most comfortable stride as designer stiletto's in black collided with the diminishing laminate surfaced floor. Her black handbag was slung stylishly over one arm that was sleeved with a top quality bubble pink with black pokka dotted shirts. The flares on her professional and expensive grey tailored trousers floated around her ankles naturally, hips swaying as she navigated her way through complex corridor structures. She dressed to the sense reflecting on how much money she had, flaunting her classy tastes; perfect unblemished cheeks, eye lashes coated in layer after layer of her finest black mascara, lips shinning a stunning impulsing red.
She lacked concentration on her surroundings, diverting her dazzling blue eyes to the glow of her iPhone screen; she'd observed enough of the school for her liking, it was no where near her gruelling expectations and if she was honest she felt out of place, whether it was because she was too posh or the school needed revamping so badly.
"Ah, Lorraine." A warming smile greeted the blonde as she'd arrived in the office situated at the top end of the school, allocated to the head.
"Michael." Lorraine smiled, eyes drifting to make contact with her old headmaster.
"Please, come in." He gestured to the wooden door that separated the privacy of the office from the foyer that linked.
Lorraine quickly ambled into the office, tactfully dropping her bag onto the leather sofa she stood adjacent to, "I'm so glad you phoned me; changed your mind."
The door shut quietly, Michael taking his position opposite the multi-millionaire facing him, "Well it left me with little option..."
"Oh really?" She tilted her head to one side, a blonde blizzard of hair sweeping to one side.
"The council have shut us down. And if I'm honest, the thought of running a school my way with no people interfering and it being fully funded, on the same lines as private minus the fees does sound quite appetizing." Michael responded, still saddened that he'd lost the battle to Waterloo Road, the school he'd given everything too.
Lorraine's glossy white teeth flashed a thrilled grin, "Brilliant. I knew you'd come round."
"The staff know about the closure - they found out before I did. I was wondering if you'd be on board for me to put the offer out there for them to join us in Glasgow. I mean we have some of the best teachers around, the schools problems were in too much depth, out of control before I even got here. It was an impossible task." Michael replied, leaning against his black painted wooden desk.
"Sounds like a brilliant idea." Lorraine beamed, everything was unfolding so well already, she couldn't wait to for fill her dream, potential, make all these plans reality. "Well shall we go into the staffroom, explain our plans, arrange trip in the next few weeks for those who wish to come check out the site?"
Michael nodded; he somehow wasn't looking forward to this next announcement, unsure how the staff would react to him and Lorraine wanting to uproot them all the way to Glasgow.
"Lead the way then." Lorraine smiled still having not gained her orientation around the unfamiliar school.
The two adults walked through the corridors that were in need of a good spring clean, dust lathered the chipped window sills, collecting along the edges of the worm floors. The blonde screwed her nose up, the new school in Greenock would definitely need maintaining a lot better than this one was.
Upon entering the staffroom, the strong aroma of coffee attacking their nostrils, "Right everyone...I'm glad to see you're all in here." Michael started.
Lorraine scanned her blue orbs around the room, watching as many eyes focused on the pair; she could hear faint murmurs between the staff - probably about her.
"Whatever next, who in the world is she?" Grantly mumbled to Tom, "And why would she be here? Looks like she should be elsewhere...perhaps maintaining some fancy posh crap?"
Tom couldn't help but chuckle at Grantly's judgement of the young millionaire.
"He's right though...she's so out of place here." Nikki added, "She looks far too upmarket for this place."
Lorraine glared at Nikki, overhearing what she'd said although she knew she was correct, her style didn't correspond with her surroundings.
"This is Lorraine Donnegan...a former pupil of mine." Michael introduced the 'intruder' to the work place.
"So?" Nikki was full of attitude, still frustrated over the fact she'd lost her job and that Michael hadn't been the one to break the news.
"I've got a proposition to make." Lorraine grinned, eyes twinkling like billions of minute gems and diamonds, "Look I've heard about the schools closure and that bit I'll cut out the boring stuff and declare my reasons for being here. I sold my business last year for millions and I've decided that I wanna open a school; not a private fee paying one, it'll be private but open to the public and I'll be funding it. Giving kids very much like the ones who attend this school a chance to get the education they deserve; it'll be a safe environment where they can learn despite what other issues are happening in their lives." she sold her ideas astonishingly well, pitching her plans with ease, confidence.
Michael glanced round the room studying for reactions from his colleagues.
"I've asked Michael to be head teacher. The school will be ran the way everyone wants, no LEA. I'm searching for the finest teachers to recruit. Now Michael did wonders with me, I was going off the rails before he reeled me in. It was a pleasure to be taken under his wing, however I'm not sure the feeling was mutual." She flourished a cheeky glint at Michael before drawing her attention back to the rest of the staff.
"Bit of a wild child where you?" Nikki's northern accent shone through, lacing her words.
Lorraine adored the accent, "Well what teenager doesn't push their luck once in a while? We've all tried the odd naughty cigarette. Anyway I know Michael only has the best staff on his teaching team which is why I'm willing to offer any of you the opportunity to join us at the school."
"And where exactly is this school?" Nikki asked, elbow resting on the pine arm of the chair, propping her head up, chestnut hair ebbing at her jawline.
"Glasgow." Lorraine responded, "I'll be organising a trip up their within the next few weeks. Decide when you see it if you want." her gorgeous cockney accent, lingering over every word.
Nikki wasn't open about her personal life to any of her fellow workers, non of them new that she wasn't straight. Lorraine was the type of girl Nikki went for, young, blonde hair, unique blue eyes, a stunning figure. She too just like many of the other people in the staffroom expected Lorraine's accent to be classy, not the rich cockney one that it was. Perhaps she wasn't such a snob like they'd first thought.
"And that trip will be for both staff and students. We'll be offering the kids who haven't been allocated places at the other local schools the chance to join us, staying in a boarding school, fully paid for." Michael smiled.
Lorraine twisted her head to face Michael, frowning disapprovingly. This was the first she'd heard of this plan.
Nikki couldn't help but snigger, "Are you sure your boss is on board with that?"
"You said that it was open to anyone." Michael quickly said to the blonde.
"You're not the one footing the bill though are you." She hissed, "Look, I'm not promising anything, I'll have to discuss it with my accountant but I'm not saying no."
Everything had worked out perfectly, she had a fully constructed team of the best handpicked teachers that herself and Michael had sorted over the holiday. The finishing touches were being added to the school; the derelict building had been transformed into a spanking high tech school. Classrooms were filled with new tables and chairs, fully equipped with everything needed for teaching and learning. The school was ready to open it's doors next week to the students as the new term fast approached.
Lorraine leant back in the luxury leather seat of her pride and joy that was her Ferrari, manicured fingertips clutching the stirring wheel as she admired the freshly painted school building, watching as the glistening sign was being positioned in it's rightful place.
It felt great back to be in the Glaswegian town of Greenock, back where her expensive penthouse was that overlooked the local harbour; spectacular views available from the comfort of her modern designed home. Every summers morning she was able to walk out onto the balcony, luke warm coffee in hand, savouring the landscape in front of her; zillions of grains of luscious golden sand glistening away like sparkling jewels, the calm crystal blue sea creating a gentle ripple, waves colliding against each other and the rocks that were situated at one side of the harbour, every tiny crevasse, the rocks carved with distinctive curves, crawling with shapes and features, shadows overcasting into the sea during the early mornings and light evenings.
Michael was head teacher, Sian and Tom working along side him as deputies, forming the senior management team. Many of the teachers from Waterloo Road had joined the staffing team, including Nikki - getting Lorraine on board and to agree to allow the ex army mistress to lead the Pupil Referral Unit hadn't been a simple task with the minted benefactress not appreciating Nikki's feisty attitude on their first greeting. A few new faces were being introduced too, some of Michael's old friends. The kids that were going to be staying in the school house had started to arrive, Maggie and Grantly in charge, ensuring order was obtained and not just maddening mayhem.
Lorraine was disturbed from her trance of thoughts by her car door being opened. "Didn't expect to see you here until Monday." It was Michael.
Lorraine swished her platinum blonde curls over her shoulder with her elegant hand, expensive rings decorated her fingers, exposing her golden hooped earrings, "I'm just checking everything's on schedule." she smiled as she emerged out from the comfort of her vehicle, heels planted firmly on the side, toned legs displayed as she automatically stood in her professional posture, tugging her white and black designer dress down to it's rightful length.
"You're brave bringing that into here." Another voice had joined them; Nikki's. The brunette was out on a run, enjoying the fabulous scenery. Chestnut coloured hair tied up but with a few strands escaping, sticking to her face, that was clammy with sweat.
"Believe me, I'm careful where I park it." Lorraine replied, adding a soft chuckle at the end. She found Nikki oddly attractive currently, she had one beautiful figure that she obviously worked hard to maintain. Toned muscles were clearly visible through her skin tight top, curvy hips on show. She shook the remark out of her mind, why was she eyeing up someone she barely knew? Lorraine had always known that in a relationship, she looked for other women. Dating men hadn't gone well in the past, and she was yet to track down the right female for her; if she was honest, it was all a bit new to her still. She'd put any pleasurable relationships aside and concentrated on business and being professional. It wouldn't do her reputation any favours if she did develop a love interest and it came out.
Nikki just laughed, "I'll see you on Monday, Lorraine." she then continued on her run, elongating each legs as she regained her pace; the pleasant off shore breeze, enriched with salty contents, welcome.