School Yard Games

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The Triplets


A/N: So another story this time all human-(ish) AU. So here's the warning this story will deal with Teacher student relationship if this offends you, don't let the door hit you. RATED M for a reason. Beta'd by Ali thanks so much for your hard work and input even though it was months ago.

Eric Northman as a Principal with a big secret. Sookie as a student with an even bigger secret...let the games begin. All is not as it seems...Are you ready for the mystery that is Bon Temps High? Rated M

Enjoy JoXx


"...Ah, that will be Miss Stackhouse… You must be the new Principal… I am Rene Lenier, Head of Languages." I took in the small man standing beside me, as he offered his hand. He was dressed in black slacks, white shirt and black waistcoat. He looked like some piece of shit gigolo, only he wasn't, he was 'Bon Temps High's answer to a main foreign language teacher; never even had as much as a parking ticket.

He lifted his nose in the direction of the sexy blonde I been watching. She was currently sitting the wrong way on a Harley Davidson in the lap of what could only be described as a beefcake. Wearing little, itty-bitty cut off faded denim shorts, and a red and white stripy vest top with a little frill on the shoulder. Her long tanned legs ended in glittery stilettos. It was a far cry from when I was at school. Stilettos. Urgh. I am sure this wasn't regulation.

"If you think for a moment you are going to run this school, you…" Rene continued in his heavy Cajun accent "…you can think again, the Triplets run this school," he finished bitterly. I quirked my eyebrow at him, as Bon Temps High's new guidance teacher slid up to me, her first day too. Funny that.

"Pamela Ravenscroft, meet the Head of Languages, Rene Lenier." After the pleased to meet yous were exchanged, Pam (bless her) continued, "the Triplets, you were saying?" she got straight to business.

"They run this school, three of the smartest bitches you'll ever meet. Word of advice; don't cross them- ever," he looked poignantly at the both of us.

"But they are just students, right?" Pam smirked, voicing my own thoughts. What a wuss. Hello, I'd like to order a backbone for one of my teachers, in man size.

"Non, they are Bon Temps royalty, don't underestimate them… The blonde is Sookie Stackhouse she runs the show. The brunette pulling up in the Barbie-pink Aston Martin, is Amelia Broadway, she is the one of the reasons NASA visits our school science fair every year, they call her the Potions Mistress, she can be a real witch. Tara Thornton, aka The Body is a fighter not a lover, meaner than a box of rattlesnakes… smile they are coming over," Rene hissed that last part thru a forced smile.

Fuck me, this guy really needed to grow a set. The 'girl' Sookie, what she was doing with the guy on the motor bike was pornographic, urgh it was hot. Fuck. She finally pulled away from him running up to the two girls headed straight for us, slipping her arms into theirs, giggling. Then their heads lifted in unison as they fixed us with their gaze, it was feral. I gulped. Fuck, five years in the marines and the last six with the Bureau and I fucking gulped at a bunch of girls. 'Danger Will Robinson' my whole body screamed.

It was like time slowed as the girls walked towards us. I chanced a glance to Pam and Rene who both seemed to be spellbound. As they moved, it was as if they were one entity, the way their hair moved it was like I was stuck in some cheesy piece of shit high school film. Fuck, the blonde's shorts barely covered her crotch. Urgh. The brunette - her skirt couldn't be any shorter. I swallowed again, oh God the girl with black hair had only a bra top on and a six pack that grown men would have killed for. This was going to be an interesting first day.

Rene shifted nervously, "Good Morning Miss Stackhouse, Miss Broadway and Miss Thornton," He said nervously, WTF was going on here? These were just school kids and their teacher was shitting himself.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Lenier, sois beau et va-t-en, tu petit crotte" the blonde smiled sweetly. Her French was perfect, you would have thought it was her first language. I had to bite my lip as I realised she called the language teacher a little turd and told him to run along.

Rene practically ran for the school, what a douche. "You must be Mr Northman our new Principal, and you must Pamela Ravenscroft our new guidance teacher," the blonde smiled a saccharine smile extending her hand, first to me then to Pam. Her eyes fixed on Pam's, "This must be a bit different for you - a mixed school, when you are clearly used to an all girls school," she smirked, licking rosebud pouty lips.

Pam quirked an eyebrow, "I have always been to mixed schools," she looked confused. The brunette Amelia giggled, "Honey you have all girls school written all over you. If I didn't fall in love with Dick and follow him to Bon Temps High, I too would have been all girls schooled. Dick broke my fuckin' heart so the jury's still out… Fabulous Louboutins," she winked.

I didn't know what to say, I was shocked. Pam clearly didn't know what to say either. She was speechless, first time I'd seen it. Shit. The blonde, Sookie, stepped forward, adjusted my tie and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. She was in my space; I was holding my breath. She smelled like vanilla, sexy and musky with something fresh, the longer I was in her space the more I just wanted to please her. Shit. What a headfuck.

She threw her head back and quirked an eyebrow placing a sucker between her full pouty lips, "Saved by the bell," she giggled as she walked off towards the school, with her friends. When had the bell rung?

"Okay… I am fucking sweating like a bitch in heat, what the fuck Pam?" I ran my hand through my hair, looking down on Pam, she went to speak then stopped, then started again only to stop, she shrugged, still mesmerised by the three girls as they walked off, their hips swaying in unison. Mmm.

"I thought this was a simple undercover job, an 'in' to this little town that was so well connected… what the fuck, just happened?"

"Did I just get outted by a student? Did said brunette tell us she was bi and come on to me while complimenting me on my foot wear?" Pam looked as lost as I've ever seen her. As a senior FBI analyst, lost was not a good look on her.

"Shit Pam," I shook my head as if to clear it. The girl Sookie might as well have snipped my balls off and placed them into her handbag. "The director warned me against fucking any of the students. But Jesus, that girl looked like she could eat me for breakfast… my dick is scared."

"Well boss, let's jump to it, meet in your office at 16:00… to compare first days, it will be interesting if anything," Pam was already walking towards the school.

I slow jogged to catch up to her and we walked into a mad house. It was like a fucking jungle. Hundreds of students mingling, getting ready for class. Then I saw the infamous Miss Stackhouse, she was pressed up against a dark haired boy, she clearly had her hand down the front of his trousers as she whispered in his ear. His eyes were rolling in the back of his head. I wondered what the beefcake would think about her little display. Surely as Principal I should put a stop to her over the top sexual display. Just as I stepped forward an arm stopped me.

I looked down to see who the arm belonged to; I was met with a chubby woman with long red nails and big blonde bouffant hair. "Hi, I am Maxine Fortenberry, the school secretary and now your saviour," she smiled. "C'mon, we will go into the school office and I'll explain about Miss Stackhouse's boy toys before you commit a major faux pas." she all but dragged me into the office.

"Mrs Fortenberry, I feel like I have entered the Twilight Zone, you are the second person who warned me against Miss Stackhouse, is she really such a bad influence on the school?"

Maxine sent Pam on her way. "Sit Mr Northman, call me Maxine… I'll get us a coffee and I'll explain how things work round here," she smiled apologetically, returning a few moments later with a tray with two coffees. I had settled behind the desk.

"So Mrs Fo...Maxine, what is going on in this school?" I asked genuinely interested. I fixed her with my most devastating smile. Wouldn't hurt laying on the charm so that I could get as much information as possible, seeing as the FBI had given us jack shit. Heads were going to roll when I got back to the office.

"Well Mr Northman what do you know about the school?" she asked blushing from my smile.

"Erm… well, that the students seem to outperform all others schools in the area despite not having a Principal for over six months. Assaults are a rare occurrence… other than NASA sniffing around, not an awful lot to be honest." The NASA part had been news this morning. Heads were definitely gonna roll, I had never felt so out of the loop on a job.

"The Triplets are the reason this school runs so smoothly and students perform above average, many testing at genius levels. The last Principal, God rest his soul, was gunned down outside the school six months ago. You are the first one that has applied for the job since," she smiled, kneading her chubby hands in her lap.

Okay, news to me that the last Principal was gunned down, who the fuck did the research on this gig? Really… well let's just say if they had a job 24hrs from now, I'd be most surprised. Dickwads. This kind of poor research kills agents. "So what is it that these girls do, exactly?" so far I've only seen them come on to everything and show a blatant disregard for the chain of command.

"They rule." she said.

"They rule?"

"Mr Northman, please don't come in and rock the boat; this school works, this is their last year and quite frankly I for one, will be sad to see them go. Nobody has been suspended or expelled from this school in over two years."

I tented my fingers; I didn't see how these girls made this school work. Mrs Fortenberry was clearly a fan, Rene was shit scared and I still felt none the wiser. "How do they rule?" I asked my curiosity piqued.

"Well… you've seen that Miss Stackhouse is a very loving student," that's one word for it, the girl oozed sex.

"Ah huh" I replied.

Maxine blushed again, then she seemed to man up, "Sookie rules with sex, Amelia with brains and Tara with brawn and it works; the students are happy, they are thriving in this environment."

"I see," how old could Sookie be? Eighteen, max. "And the boy toys?"

"Oh they are like Sookie's minions; Bill Compton that was the boy you saw in the hall, then there are Sam Merlotte and Alcide Herveaux, they help to keep order. There is no bullying in this school, Sookie won't stand for it."

My head was beginning to pound. This girl seemed to have the whole school wrapped around her little finger. "Is that Compton as in Compton Software? Merlotte as in Merlotte's chain of bars and diners? And Herveaux as in Herveaux Construction?" that was a heady mix.

"Yes, a lot of the students are very well connected." she smiled. I'll say.

"But not the girls?"

"Oh they are very well connected..." she looked around the office and inched forwarded in her seat, " you didn't hear this from me 'kay?"

"Okay?" feeling quite amused by the woman's behaviour, glad I gave her my most charming smile now.

"Amelia Broadway, her father is Copley Carmichael… Sookie, her grandfather is Niall Brigant, of Sky Pharmaceuticals… and Tara, well let's just say her parents own most of the trailer parks in the south," So Tara's family were old school mob- great. Amelia's dad is an arms dealer- legal. Sold mainly to US government. Then there was Sky Pharmaceuticals, clean because nobody has linked them anything that was dirty.

"So why is Amelia 'Broadway' if her father is Carmichael?" I asked, my head churning with millions of questions.

"When she publishes science papers, she wants to get the credit under her own steam not because her father is well to do. Don't let on about her father's identity, she hates the association."

I nodded, storing the information, "Well you have given me a lot to think about, if you can give me the staff files I'll being reviewing the staff first." With that Maxine left the office with the tray, returning seconds later with a stack of files.

"I hope you'll be very happy here Mr Northman, working with the Triplets will assure that," she smiled.

Okay, so the students of this school were like the heirs to the Fortune 500, they run the school; more to the point Sookie Stackhouse runs the school. For some reason we were here to look at the teachers and get an in to the community, so we can get in with the parents, because this town had something going on with it that involved international espionage. My head hurt.

I spent the rest of the morning looking through files, seeing nothing of note apart from the head of the science department was way too over-qualified for the job and the coach was a time-served marine. I looked up from the desk when I felt someone in the doorway, sure enough there was.


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