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Chapter three

Sookie's POV

I stare down at my timetable, confusion slowly creeping in. I cannot make heads or tails of this timetable, it is set out weirdly and each day is completely different from the day before it, or any other day in the week for that matter.

"Do you get these timetables?" I probe Pam, we're walking through the corridor, ready for when the bell goes, Amelia is off with Tray somewhere and as for Sam, well, I have no idea where he is.

"Yeah, it's not exactly hard to use" she sneers, making me look at her weird. She is so cocky, it is unbelievable; she can act so up herself sometimes. It kind of pisses me of most of the time, especially today of all days. I'm not exactly in the best of moods with her today due to yesterday; I can't get the idea of her and Mr Northman out of my head.

For some reason, I feel jealous of her over the fact that she could be 'in' with Mr Northman. I hate feeling jealous of my own friend; I don't even know why I am felling jealous! Mr Northman is off limits, I know it isn't stopping Pam, but me? I'm usually one to follow rules and stick to what I was brought up with, and I got brought up being told I should never sleep with my teacher or boss. It screws up your place of work if the relationship between the two people turns sour. So why am I jealous of her? Why is my new teacher on my mind all the time? And why did I have a very sexy dream about him last night? But most of all, why am I thinking all of this to myself?

I must have dazed out because when I look back at Pam, she has my timetable in hand. I don't even remember handing it to her.

"It is Monday, right?"

"Yeah, we always come back to school Sunday evening, you know that" I point out, Pam rolling her eyes at me as she passes me my timetable back, she points to one of the blocks before answering my unspoken question.

"You have Calculus III first" she gives me one of those looks, one that says you couldn't get any more stupid. I must restrain myself, do not punch her in that pretty little face of hers. She is your friend.

"That doesn't help me understand the layout of this stupid thing" a shake the paper to emphasise my point, Pam rolling her eyes again as she pulls out her water bottle. I watch as she takes a sip from it, but the problem is that isn't clear water. It looks clouded and it has a purple tint to it.

"That isn't water" I accuse, Pam throwing me a strange look.

"Uh, yes it is. Can you not read the label? W.A.T.E.R. Water" she spells it out in a sarcastic voice before shoving the water bottle back into her bag. Now that I think about it, she has been sipping on water all day every day since she first started this school. But I've only just noticed that it isn't water. At least, not to my eyes it isn't.

"Since when was water cloudy with a purple tint?" I raise my eyebrow at her, Pam squirming a little bit under my gaze as she tries to think up some excuse.

"I've got to go" and with that she walks off, leaving me stood in the middle of the hallway. What is she hiding? I know it isn't alcohol in that water bottle, it didn't smell like alcohol, it kind of smelt like…it smelt sweet. Like a flower sort of sweet. I'm sure I recognise that smell from somewhere. But where? Have I smelt in a flower garden before? Hmm. This is a mystery, I'll have to think it over during today, and maybe the answer will come to me by the end of the day. But even if I do figure it out, that still doesn't answer the question of why she would put a flower, or a flower essence, in her water. It just doesn't make sense. And I hate it when things don't make sense.

A bit like this stupid timetable.

"Are you having problems, Sook?" Sam's sudden voice making me jump out of my skin practically, Sam chuckling as he comes to stand beside me.

"You know I hate it when people sneak up on me"

"Sorry, Cher. I couldn't resist. Now come on, what up?"

"Roof" I note thoughtfully as I look up above me, Sam rolling his eyes at me before we start to walk along the corridor again.

"You're daft" he shakes his head as he bumps shoulders with me, I couldn't help grinning at him as I bump shoulder back with him. He graces me with his gorgeous smile as we head outside. We still have another five minutes before lesson.

"Now seriously, what's wrong?"

"I can't make heads or tails of this timetable, it makes no sense to me" I pass him my timetable, Sam studying it. Everyone has the same layout, but varied lessons, so I really need help trying to figure out what lessons I have today.

"If you look here, they have the days across the top then down the side are the periods and what time they are at. So period one starts at 3:30 and finishes at 4:20, so if you move across the row until you get to the day you are in, you will find out what lesson you have" he explains, making me nod. Now I get it, thank God someone actually explained it otherwise I would have been here for ages trying to figure it out. All our other timetables over the years were always set out differently to this, so I guess I just got confused. Either that or I was just being dim.

"Thank you, Sam, you are a life saver" I hug him appreciatively, Sam wrapping his arms around my waist as he kisses my cheek lightly. Okay, he's never done this before. Then again, we have never been quite so close in body contact before. I gently pull away, offering him a smile just as the bell goes, my eyes meeting his briefly.

"I'll see you later" I wave at him as I turn around and walk away, my heart thumping. What just happened then?

"Detail. Now" Amelia demands as she catches up with me, her arm hooking through mine. It's almost like I am a prisoner and she the guard, she guiding me to my doom. I.e. Calculus and I suck at calculus.

I have always struggled with maths, even the basic maths, but for some reason I was still stupid enough to choose calculus. Algebra, the other maths I chose, I am fine at. I actually excel at that for some reason – how I do, I have no idea – but with calculus, I just can't seem to do it. Maybe it is because it involves a calculator and I'm more of a thinker than a doer. I know you have to think before you use the calculator, but in order to sue the calculator you've got to be able to remember all the formulas, something I struggle to do. I even struggle to remember formulas for science, the only reason I remember them in an exam is because I spend hours revising them. Making sure they are embedded in my mind before I take the exam, or practice test.

"What details? There is nothing to tell"

"Um, you are joking, right? I just saw you and Sam getting up close and personal, he kissed your cheek. Sam never kisses anyone in public, whether it is on the lips or on the cheek. He just showed you public affection, he so fancies you" Amelia draws up her own conclusion, causing me to roll my eyes at her.

"Sam would never like me, Amelia. For one, we're more like brother and sister than boyfriend and girlfriend; it would just be too weird. And for two, I really don't want him to like me because I'm scared I'll break his heart. I don't exactly feel that way towards him…" I trail off; I've never had this type of dilemma before, I've always just been that nerdy freaky girl no one wants anything to do with. I've never even had the thought that a guy might actually like me.

"Sookie, why wouldn't he like you? You are smart, fun, bubbly and you are gorgeous. Do not deny it otherwise I might have to slap you" she warns me, making me giggle as we approach our first lesson. The second we get in we get ordered to sit down, Amelia and I sitting down together as we look at our teacher. He's a new teacher, obviously, because I have never met him before.

"Good evening, class; I am your teacher for calculus this year. My name is Mr Norris, you will all follow my instructions, and you will all follow the rules. There is no asking for equipment. It is your job to supply yourself with it, so I expect you all to have it" he tells us as he writes his name on the white board; he looks a bit odd to me. He is of average height, but he is aging terribly, stress must really play a big role in his life. Not only that, but his eyes seem almost…purple. Is that even possible? Maybe he's just wearing purple contact lenses.

"Sir, can we please know which tutors we are in" Amelia inquires, Mr Norris watching her carefully before nodding.

"Seeing as you are so eager to find out, you can hand out the papers. The name of each student has been highlighted. You give them the piece of paper with their highlighted name on. On the paper is a list of names of the students who will be in your tutors; please do not complain to me if you are not pleased with the tutor you have been placed in" wow, he really comes across as a miserable man. He obviously doesn't enjoy his job, so why does he insist on doing it? I watch Amelia as she sighs, getting up and taking the papers before she begins to hand them out, I couldn't help but laugh at her. She just got caught out by the teacher.

"Here" she mutters as she sits back down next to me, after she has handed them all out; I look over the list of names, I recognise a few of them, but most of them are brand new ones to me. Like Alcide Herveaux. Apparently he is a senior, but I have never heard of him. He blatantly isn't friends with Sam or Tray, otherwise I would know who he is, wouldn't I? Hmm. The main name that really stood out the list, though, was Felicia's name. God I hate her. Why does she have to be on the list?

"Who's in your tutor that I actually know, or should know?" Amelia probes as she looks over at me excitedly, I can see that she is grinning like a mad woman, so Tray must be in her tutor.

"The only two people who I am actually friends with in my tutor are Pam and Sam" I note thoughtfully, Amelia rolling her eyes as she snatches up my piece of paper, her eyes scanning the list of names.

"You have Alcide Herveaux in your tutor? Sookie, he is like the sexiest guy in the school, every girl wants him. I hear he has a thing for blondes as well" she grins at me. If she thinks for one second that I am going to flirt with him, she has another thing coming. He could be good looking, he could be sexy, he could be a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I am going to flirt with him. It's just not me. I'm not like Felicia, I don't go around flirting with every single guy, I don't go around spreading my legs open for every guy that passes. I'm a good girl, at the second I'm not concentrating on boys and relationships; I just want to get through school with good grades. Sure, having a boyfriend would be great, but it isn't my main goal at the second. Especially considering my disability, even the slightest of skin on skin contact can cause my walls to break down and allow their thought to bombard me.

That's anything from holding hands to kissing to…so much more. I guess that's why I have always been so close to Sam, his mind is so fuzzy that it's hard to even read one of his thoughts, let alone all of them. Even when I hugged him earlier, I couldn't hear his thoughts very clearly. It was like he had his brain on shut down, like he had his own wall up, one that's stopped me from hearing his personal thoughts. Sam knows about my problem with my mind, he accepts it and even encourages me to accept it. He's tried so hard to persuade me that my disability is actually a gift, but I still don't believe him. This curse has caused me so many problems; it could never be a 'gift'.

"I don't think so, Amelia. Anyway, I thought you were with Tray, I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate you calling another guy sexy, especially implying that this guy is sexier than he is"

"He is the sexiest guy in the school, other than Tray. Tray is the hottest guy ever. He works out"

"Are Tray and Alcide friends?"

"Well, yeah, sort of. They train together in the gym and they are also on the same football team, they're pretty good friends, but they aren't exactly best friends" Amelia informs me, making me wonder if she has met him. It would explain how she knows who he is and I don't.

"You've got Felicia in your tutor? I feel sorry for you"

"Thanks for your pity" I tell her sarcastically, Amelia throwing me a look that tells me I should cut off the sarcasm. It's not like I can help it, she stated the obvious and then gave me pity, what did she expect me to do? Say 'yeah, thanks for the pity', because that just isn't going to happen.

"On the plus side, your tutor is the very luscious Mr Northman. Wait, hold on, he isn't called Mr Northman on this" she looks up at me, amusement twinkling in her eyes, but I can see that she is practically vibrating in excitement as well.

Just the mention of his name has me quivering, and not through fear, but through pure delight. A teacher should not make me like this, what is wrong with me?

"What is he called then?" I rush her, needing to know the answer right now. I hate it when holds me in suspense like this.

"Professor Northman" she winks at me.

Eric's POV

"I still don't understand why I have to go to this stupid fucking school. I have gone over 200 years without some ridiculous education, why would I need one now? Why do you insist on putting me through this torture" Pam whines as she walks into my office.

"I'm sure you are supposed to be in a lesson right now, Pamela" I level my gaze at her, Pam rolling her eyes as she drops down into the chair across from my desk. I hate it when she does this, whenever she turns up out of a lesson, she is always in here complaining to me.

"Pamela, I enrolled you in the school so that you could blend into the human crowd. Everything I am doing, I am doing to protect you and keep you safe. Until we come out of the coffin, you need to stay hidden and you need to be able to mainstream" I point out, Pam shaking her head.

"So shoving me through classes I don't need, making me socialise with snobby children, shoving me in an ugly smelly room and forcing me to drink that horrible potion stuff, is protecting me? It just feels like abuse to me"

"You have to drink that horrible potion stuff so that you can wake up at the same time as the rest of the humans; that potion keeps you from burning up in the sun and it also allows you to walk during the day time. It is all part of the mainstreaming"

"So how come you don't have to drink it?"

"Because I am older, I wake up earlier than you do, and I am not required to be seen. Everyone knows how busy Headmasters are, they will not question my lack of appearance during the day" I inform her, Pam crossing her arms over her chest defiantly, her glare throwing daggers at me.

"This is not fair, Eric. I am being forced to dress in this horrible school uniform and I have to socialise with snobby little dickheads"

"Those snobby little dickheads are supposed to be your friends; they care for you, do they not?" for answer all she does is grumble as she sits back in the chair, crossing her legs and arms defiantly. I know I turned her at a young age, but she is still acting childish and like a brat. Something I did not expect from her, especially when she has had over 200 years to grow up. But there is a funny side to it all; when she acts like this she looks hilarious, mainly because she looks a bit like that Alice in Wonderland figure. So that innocent figure mixed with Pam's snarky and vile words is quite amusing.

"And which of these friends of yours is snobby?"

"That Amelia girl is rather snobby, but she does come from a rich background. Her father is like some world famous businessman, according to her, her daddy is going to be the next Alan Sugar; which I very highly doubt. He may be a good businessman, but I highly doubt he is going to be as well-known as that guy"

"You cannot be certain of that, Pamela. When you met me all those years ago, would you have believed I would be a headmaster now? Would you have believed I was as powerful as I am now? I am the area 5 Sheriff, Pamela, I hold great power over Shreveport throughout the Vampire community. It is just a shame that we Vampires must hide away from those humans. But just another five months and that will all be done and dealt with, we will be known by then" I grin at her, Pamela grinning straight back at me.

"Oh, I have some more questions about the shitty little profile you gave me to act out. People keep asking me about my father and mother, and why they have never met them. You know, what with all the parent meetings. I don't think I can get away with they're busy this year; the teachers were pretty pissed about it last year. I don't even understand why should have to act this out; I came over here from Sweden to help you out with your new bar that you told me you were building. But what do I get? I have to pretend to be some hormonal sixteen year old girl who legally can't have sex, but instead has to spend her days trapped in this joke of a school"

"Pretend?" I raise my eyebrow at her as I smirk, she certainly doesn't need to pretend the hormonal part, I have never met a woman with such horrid mood swings before. You say one word to Pam that she doesn't like, and she will bite your head off.

"Anyway, my bar is underway. It is being built as we speak. By the time we come out of the coffin, it will be ready to open. I plan on opening on the same day we come out of the coffin. The second it is announce, I will open up for business"

"Are you mental? The second people find out about Vampires they will be aiming for us, they will want to destroy us. The first place they will attack is your Vampire bar, you twat" Pam shouts at me, making me cock an eyebrow at her in question.

"Do not contradict me; I know that may be the problem. I am already processing ideas of how I can protect my bar, for the first few weeks it won't be known as a Vampire bar, it will be known as just some regular bar. Then once the idea of Vampires has sunk in and been accepted by most, I will then change it into a Vampire bar. Do not underestimate me and my ideas. I am not idiotic, nor do I have a death wish" I growl at her. I hate it when she tried to be a smart ass, thinking she knows everything when she blatantly doesn't.

"Now if you will excuse me, I have a tutor group I need to go meet. You are in it, so you better come with me" I stand up, motioning for Pam to follow. She scowls at me, but stands up nonetheless.

"As for your parent's situation, I will deal with it. Tell the people whatever you want about them, just make it believable and try not to be too dramatic. I will deal with your teachers, I will tell them that I have already personally met your parents and discussed your education, if they do not believe me, I will glamour them"

"Why don't you just glamour them from the beginning?" she queries as she raises an eyebrow at me, her eyes wandering away briefly as she eyes up one of our teachers; Miss Crane I believe it is. It probably wasn't the best of ideas to hire a Fairy as a teacher, but she masks her scent well, so any Vampires within range of her can control themselves without wanting to drain her.

"We are trying to mainstream, Pamela, meaning we need to avoid anything that could lead people into being suspicious about us not being humans. We have managed to stay a secret for thousands of years now, probably more than that, so we cannot ruin all that hard work. Not until we are ready" I hiss at her in a rushed whisper just as we reach my tutor room. I sigh, already dreading the idea of spending the next twenty minutes with unbearable children; I haven't even really looked at who is in my tutor. I didn't even arrange which child went were, I have people who did that for me. The only reason I know Pam is in my tutor, is because I requested she get put in my tutor. I need to be able to keep an eye on her. I open the door, allowing Pam to walk in ahead of me, as I enter the room I see that only half of my tutor is here so far. I can see a few of the younger students, two of the eldest students, Pam and…Sookie. My, my, my, it would seem it is my lucky day.

I do not know what it is, but there is something about Sookie that really attracts my attention; she is…different; in a good way. She stands out from the crowd. Just then she looks over to me, a small smile rising on her face before she turns back to her friend. I couldn't hep grinning to myself as I sit down at my desk, my eyes completely attached to her. She is a very beautiful individual. What with her golden wavy hair, her bright blue eyes, her soft looking skin and there isn't a single spot on her. And she is curvy. Very yummy in my eyes. I could fuck and feed from her all night long if I wanted to. I do want to. But I must restrain myself. She is a student, I am her teacher. Then there are the stupid laws in this human world. It is all rather ridiculous. Hold on, though, there isn't anything in the law preventing me from getting more acquainted with her. As long as I do not fuck her, then there is no crime. Perfect.

Sookie's POV

"Where were you? You were supposed to be in World History but you didn't turn up" I demand as Pam sits down next to me, she briefly looks at me before dismissing me, almost as if she didn't even hear me. Why is she being such a bitch lately? I quickly let my walls down as I try to hack into her mind, I need to know why she is being extra unbearable lately, but all I can hear is…nothing. It's like her mind is empty. It's just like a void. How strange… I throw my shields back up, just as she decides she does want to talk to me.

"I don't like history, so I went for a walk and then I got caught and dragged into the headmaster's office for a good shouting at. He really isn't my greatest fan" Pam frowns, Sam muttering that he wasn't surprised. I couldn't help but laugh at that, especially when I caught sight of Pam's offended face.

But despite that, I do wonder why she would say that. I am fully convinced she has slept, or is still sleeping, with him. Everything points towards a sexual relationship between the two, or maybe that's just my mind thinking up complete and utter rubbish. Or maybe it is because I want Professor Northman, so in order to try and convince myself I don't want him; I try to think up silly scenarios like Pam sleeping with him. That would make sense. And if that is the case, I'm glad for it. I should not fancy a teacher, it just seems so wrong. But he's so hot…

"Hey, Sam, who are these two lovely ladies" a guy probes as he leans on forward on the table, his large hands sprawled out on the surface. He is very tall, just over 6ft I would say, he is very muscly and he has a nice dark tan. His eyes are a gorgeous warm brown colour, and his hair is a very dark brown, almost black colour. I think it is like one shade away from black.

"These are my friends, Sookie and Pam" Sam motions to the both of us. The man walks around and sits in the empty seat next to Sam, his eyes taking me in, a huge grin on his face. I watch as he licks his lips lightly, he looks over at Sam with a smirk, Sam shaking his head at him. That must be some sort of secret guy talk.

"You must be Sookie, such a beautiful name for such a beautiful lady" he smiles at me with charm, but his luck is out. He is not charming his way into my panties.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't even know your name" I even go as far as pretending that I was interested in him, I did the whole flick my hair lightly, smile at him and I even made it sound like I was genuinely upset he hadn't told me his name yet. What he doesn't realise is that I am acting. Good practice for my Theatre Production class tomorrow.

"Alcide Herveaux at your service" he offers his hand to me, I look at it but shake nonetheless. Gran brought me up to be polite and nice to anyone and everyone, even guys who are trying to get into my panties. Not to mention gran said I would never meet a nice guy if I wasn't nice first. Apparently guys respond in response to how a girl responds to them first.

"You can do me a service" I whisper to him seductively as I lean forward, Alcide leaning forward to look me in the eyes, his brown eyes glistening with contempt.

"Anything for you, baby"

"You can go back to your posse and stop hitting on me. I'm not interested" I break it to him gently before I sit back, Pam grinning smugly at him as Sam bursts out into laughter.

Alcide throws him an evil glare before storming away, straight back to his posse which actually consists of slags and players. Definitely a good thing I didn't feel attracted to him, he would only play me just like he plays all the other girls. I look over to the table he just stalked back to, I instantly see that he got over me seeing as he has Felicia sat on his lap, her lips attached to his as they French kiss. That is just plain gross.

"You two, knock that off right now. This is a lesson just like any other lesson, you may not be learning anything today, but you will every day after this. The only reason I am not teaching anything is because I want you to take this twenty minutes to socialise, get to know each other. I want you all to socialise with everyone in the room, no matter age they are. If you do not start doing that, I will arrange a seating plan that forces you to do it" Professor Northman tells us firmly, he didn't raise his voice, instead he just projected his voice making it seem as though he had raised his voice, when in actual fact he hasn't.

"Everyone sit your seats, you are all going to introduce yourselves to each other. I will start, my name is Professor Northman, I am a big fan of sports and I enjoy taking part in fighting classes. Pam, you next" he throws the ball to Pam's court.

"My name is Pam Ravenscroft, I enjoy excitement and I like to be exhilarated" she purrs, Professor Northman coughing loudly at her.

"Behave, Miss Ravenscroft. Flirt in your own time, not in mine" he scolds her, Pam rolling her eyes. I couldn't help but grin to myself.

"Go on, Sookie, you next" Pam orders. I shrug, showing her I'm not bothered by that, I don't mind introducing myself, I am a very friendly person and I enjoy meeting new people.

"I'm Sookie Stackhouse, I enjoy reading and I am a very friendly person, but I couldn't carry a tune if it was in a bucket" I giggle, most of the tutor laughing, even Sam was laughing and he has known that small fact about me for quite a while now. I look over to Professor Northman who is watching me carefully, this glint of something in his eyes as he smiles at me. I couldn't help blushing lightly under his gaze, but not enough that Pam and Sam noticed. Then again, they were too busy listening to one of the sluts introduces herself.

"Sookie, can I just have a word with you?" Professor Northman probes, I nod before getting up, following him out of the room where he shuts the door, blocking out the noise from our tutor. I wonder what he wants he wants.

AN: Ooo, so what could Professor Northman want to talk to Innocent Sookie about? How is everyone enjoying the story so far? And are you all enjoying these very long chapters? I have lots planned for this story :D xx Also, it would seem our Sookie is getting a lot of male attention ;)