School Yard Games
4
My New Mantra
A/N: So I have to tell you guys I love, all the speculation of what is going! love love love it! Is Sookie human? What are they all? How deep in the shit is Eric and Pam? keep it coming I assure you answers are coming...hopefully it will surprise you all.
Enjoy JoxX...
"Well shit Ravenscroft, you look good enough to eat," I complemented Pam as I sat down in the little Italian place in Munroe we choose for dinner. "That was up there with one the worst days of my life and I did two tours in Iraq. How about you?"
"Actually, I am choosing to look at it as learning curve. Making it one of the most exciting days I have ever had. Your little Sookie, she's a trip. This afternoon she psychoanalyzed me. First time in years I felt mentally challenged. After I read her papers on aspartamine poisoning and the developing mind; actually an interesting read. That's why diet drinks are banned in the school. Did you know the government bans its fighter pilots from drinking diet drinks as the chemicals in the sweeteners slow reaction speed. Who knew?" Sookie apparently.
"Also I read her file, an even more interesting read; till the age of eight Miss Stackhouse was seen as having learning difficulties and below average IQ. Now she has an IQ of 156, genius level. She is the youngest person to ever pass the barr exam in the state of Louisiana. She speaks five languages, six if you include English. Get this French, Spanish, Japanese, Cantonese and Arabic… Arabic ! Like Cantonese and Japanese weren't hard enough."
Shit, why is this girl not working for the government? What agents do we have that can boast that kind of credentials.
"Why those languages?" I thought out loud.
"Not a clue, but finding out is going to be fun dontcha think?" Pam leered.
"I like your thinking, it was an exciting day. I love to have eighteen year olds run rings round me. So what do people do for fun round here in Podunk?"
"I am not sure but some of the yokels were telling me about a strip club here in Monroe called Hooligans," Pam licked her lips.
"I am supposed to be a respectable high school principal, correct me if I am wrong but those don't go to strip clubs," I smirked at her as she fucking pouted at me. Hilarious.
"Well that leaves pissing in boots and chewing tabacky," she drawled in a over the top southern accent.
"Or you could always join Tara's pole dancing class this week," I leered.
"Mmm," was all she said. After dinner we made our way home to our separate houses, Pam giving me a stack of files on the Triplets. Tomorrow it was game on and I was not going to be such a fish out of water, no I would be prepared.
We made it through Tuesday a lot easier than Monday, Wednesday was easier yet. We may survive this high school assignment I thought, as I surveyed the jungle that was the hallways first thing on Thursday morning.
A tall busty red-head approached me all smiles, "Hi I am Lorena, are you trying to start a riot dressed like that? I may have to hose myself down," she smiled as she spoke with her heavy southern accent. I smiled back. That was the way Bon Temps High rolled, all sexual energy. This was the first day I had dressed down. I was wearing a white T-shirt and faded jeans with flip flops. No rules against it, so I thought what the hell. It made me feel more like me, all part of making it out of here alive because fuck me if you didn't need to have your wits about you.
"Principal Hotness… looking hot," I heard the unmistakable voice of Sookie Stackhouse. As she came up beside me she caught sight of Lorena who openly sneered at Sookie. This was a first, everyone else seemed to adore her… well the students did, some of the teacher were majorly intimidated by her.
"Lorena," Sookie sneered back contempt in her voice, if she had spoke to me like that I would have shivered but the girl just glared at Sookie. I had a fleeting thought that they may fight, but that's not how they seemed to settle disputes here.
"Sookie," Lorena narrowed her eyes at her.
"Lorena why don't you find Amelia, see if she can mix you a cocktail to sort out your hormone imbalance," Sookie glared at her. Fuck. She's got big balls. Lorena glared back, but after what seemed like ages though I am sure it was only seconds, tense seconds, Lorena blinked a couple of times and smiled.
"Yeah, yeah I'll do that, thanks," she said walking off. WTF? Yep, it had become my new mantra. I had lot's of different versions like; 'what the fuck just happened?' or just general 'what the fuck?' or then there was the 'what the fuck?' that accompanied the monkey head scratch like I was doing now.
"An enemy?" I quirked my eyebrow at Sookie with a smile.
Her face turned very serious, "I don't have enemies Mr Northman," she met my gaze then her face lit up as it broke into a smile "More like an anti- friend… she desires my favourite boy toy, Bill. She's just pissed that she can't have him, coupled with her love of violence she likes to posture with me despite the fact that she is not intelligent enough to be 'alpha' anything around here. In another school I'd pull her hair and call her a skank she'd try to do the same to me. But here we treat her underlying problems which are a hormone imbalance and psychological issues. Mainly low self esteem," Sookie explained. I just looked at her as I shook my head. Was she kidding, hard to tell.
"So that wasn't you being a bitch when you told her to get Amelia to mix a cocktail for her?"
She smiled Mona Lisa's smile and walked off. Fuck. I fucking want her. I am so screwed. Damn if that's not the smartest girl, I've ever met. Her body excited me, that was a given, take today for instance her luscious body, all curves, was encased in a short yellow skirt and white, short sleeve blouse combo. The shirt looked almost like it was bursting with the ripeness of her full bust. She wore yellow stilettos with little white bows on the heels, showing of her long tanned legs to full effect. Urgh. But over the last few days it was her mind that was really beginning to turn me on. I loved how smart and fast her mind worked. I loved how on my toes it kept me- like I'd never be bored. Sookie Stackhouse was one of a kind. Did I mention how screwed I am?
I stood in the halls watching the kids all scurry to class. I nodded to Pam who was locked into a conversation with the girls coach, Dawn Green. She was a hot piece of ass but she knew it, such a turn off. The final bell went and I found myself all alone in the hall that just seconds before had been a hive of activity.
I walked the corridors, looping back round so I was headed back to my office when I heard hushed voices. I edged closer looking into the doorway. I could see Rene Lenier in an empty classroom, his face was red with anger.
"What have I ever done to you?" he hissed.
"Absolutely nothing," Sookie's voice was unmistakable although I couldn't see her through the crack in the door. "But that's because you are a predator that preys on the weak, I am anything but weak Rene." The way she said his name was pure venom. Oh-oh.
"It's none of your business" he spat at her.
"Oh that's where you are wrong; if it's happening in this school it makes it my business. EVERY student has the right to an education in a safe environment free from harassment."
"If she dresses like a poutain what does she expect," he spat back at her.
"I dress provocatively, yet you don't come on to me, why is that? I'll tell you why. Because I'll eat you alive and when I am done I'd pick my teeth your bones. You like your women weak, you like to see fear in their eyes, fear of you. I am the hottest girl in school, a straight A student. Don't push me to ruin you with a scandal you would never recover from. Who do you think they would believe? The all-American white girl or the Cajun gigolo with a dodgy past."
Rene stared at her. He looked like he was going to start crying. "So we have an understanding; the students are not your personal fuck dolls, am I clear?" she punctuated her statement with a jab to his is chest.
"Crystal, Miss Stackhouse," he said through gritted teeth. Pam was going to love this bit of juicy gossip, right after I have Rene thoroughly investigated.
"Good." I heard her heels clicking towards the door of the classroom. That was my cue to get out of here. I walked, taking long strides round the corner, resting my back against the wall. Running my hand through my hair as I thought about what I had just overheard. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I found blue ones staring straight at mine. How the fuck had I not heard her walking this way? Shit. Some FBI agent I am? Shiiit!
"Northman, I don't like being spied on. If you have anything concerning this school to ask me, just ask me," her breasts heaved in her tight white blouse. Fuck she was hot. Think of something else, she was so close. Mmm, vanilla. Fuck, something else, ask a question, ask a question you fucking moron.
"What was all that about?" holy shit I just sounded like Forest Gump. Face-Palm. Oh crap, I feel like I am blushing. Congratulations Northman you made yourself look like a total tard.
"Rene likes his girls barely legal, weak and emotionally insecure. High school is an all you can eat buffet for someone like him. He threatened one of my girls I tutor; making her believe that if she didn't meet him for a date he would fail her. Of course never saying it in a way that he could be accused of such behaviour. I asserted my alpha status in effect cutting him off, so it's handled."
"Should he be working with kids?" fuck, was he some sort of sexual predator? Was I? Should I arrest myself? ah fuck losing it.
"Look he's not a bad guy, just likes weak-willed women. He's got a wife and two kids that wouldn't survive a scandal. Angela... that's the girl he came on to has the 'disease to please' she finds it hard to say no and when she does she punishes herself. Those two, bad combination. As I said, I've handled it… anything else?"
"How did you know I was outside the room?" I asked.
She laughed as she walked off, "I'm a telepath." she winked.
Telepath? Oh that's cute. I smiled like one of her boy toys. In fact if I thought I'd get away with it and it was appropriate I'd add my John Hancock to the signup sheet for Sookie's boy toys. Man I was jealous of those guys. That little shit Merlotte got a fucking lap dance from both Sookie and Tara yesterday at lunch. Never in my life have I wanted to be a high school student again as I did yesterday. Fuck. My cock twitched at the memory. I wanna lap dance. Pout.
The kid Compton was going to help me out with the computer programmes today so I hauled ass to my office. I really didn't like him, nothing to do with the fact Sookie had told me he was her favourite boy toy of course.
The rest of the day passed fairly quickly. Compton is a cocky little shit, but still I couldn't help but be impressed by him, the bureau could sure use someone like him. I couldn't see what both Lorena and Sookie seen in him though.
Twenty minutes before home time I got an unexpected visitor. Sookie's bodyguard. He extended his hand to me, "Mr Northman, I am Quinn, Miss Stackhouse's security," the guy look like a fucking animal. He was huge. On purpose the guy tried to crush my hand, when I didn't even so much as twitch, he looked pissed. Asshole.
"Mr Quinn I know who you are, won't you please sit down," I indicated the seat opposite my desk.
"It's just Quinn and I'll stand." Douche.
"Oh like Madonna?" I couldn't help but play with him. His face darkened.
"Sookie," he said, his voice gruff. Oh the girl who told me she would rather finger herself than let John Quinn fuck her, that Sookie? I smiled at the memory, I knew all about John Quinn hired gun and ex-Marine. Both being in the Marines is where our similarities ended, the guy was all brawn and very little brain.
"What about Miss Stackhouse, is she in danger?" Pleased with myself that I managed to sound professional and aloof.
"She's always in danger; her grandfather is a powerful man and has many enemies. I came to give you my business card. If there should be any trouble you are to call me first, police second. Just so you know - she is mine."
"She's yours?" I asked; where does this idiot get off? Like a fucking big cat marking his territory. I felt myself getting angry.
"MINE. She comes on stronger than a freight train, but it's me who she's fucking. I don't take kindly to anyone trying to take what is mine, Principal Northman." When he spoke he locked his eyes with mine, what a fucker.
"Do you warn her boy toys the same way?" I mean, I was embarrassed for this guy. Had Sookie lied to me? Was she fucking him? Did I care? Yes I did, I did fucking care, I wanted to rip the motherfuckers head off. Not good.
He laughed, "No, they are her toys like a herd of stray puppies. She likes you, though- I don't." His voice was meant to be menacing. I wanted to tell him to try harder.
She likes me, I suppressed the need to grin ear to fucking ear. She likes me. Damn if that didn't make me sit a little straighter in my seat. Tried to call him on his unprofessional behaviour, "What does her grandfather think of your relationship with Miss Stackhouse?"
He laughed again, "Mr Brigant is a hippy with long hair, into free love and the biggest fairy you'll ever meet when he is in this realm… not in fairy la la land and he's come down after sampling too much of his own products. He likes me just fine."
With that he headed for the exit. I was left staring at the door. Well hell, that just made me want her even more, now that the big beefcake warned me off her.
So the head of Sky Pharmaceuticals was a gay hippy that did drugs, spent most of his time in a drug haze and approved of his granddaughters free love? Not the slick image that I associated with Niall Brigant, one of the greatest minds of the twenty first century. All designer suits, impeccable manners and quaffed within an inch of himself. Estranged from his wife of forty one years after the death of thier two children. One to cancer, one to a freak accident. The man was tipped to finding a cure for AIDS, if his granddaughter was any indication, I'd put money on him...
...What the fuck?
Are you still with me? who is lying? who's telling the truth? Which way is up? and for that matter which way is down?