School Yard Games

5

Big Bang

A/N: Hello... how you guys doing? I am still loving all the speculation about the school and the students I can tell you so far only one person has come anywhere luke warm. . . this is a mystery fic... I promise answer will be coming but... it is a mystery. . .

Enjoy JoxX. . .

I decided to take off just before the bell today, to sort through the files on the towns big hitters, now I was really interested in Niall Brigant's file. I stepped out into the heat of summer. Looking across the car park I spotted a stretched limo with diplomatic plates and flags.

Hello what do we have here? I watched as a blonde in a long red satin evening dress strode towards the limo, it took me a few seconds before I realised it was Sookie. Her hair was in a sophisticated up do, she had a sliver clutch bag in her hand. The door to the limo opened, a smart Hispanic man dressed in an evening tux stepped out. He took her hand and kissed it, lingering a little too long.

She looked up seeing me, her face looked sad and tense despite the huge (fake) smile she had on it, just before she placed a set of shades over her eyes. The man who had greeted her had caught sight of what she was looking at, he looked up at me. I recognised the face, he narrowed his eyes on me. I was pretty sure he didn't recognise me. Sookie leaned into him, she whispered something to him, he laughed and slowly withdrew his gaze back to her from me.

This was going to bug me. I'd seen that face before; his sharp features with little moustache and goatee beard, long hair tied back into a slick ponytail. I watched them get into the car and drive off. Why did I have an uneasy feeling. It was like it was on the tip of my brain. Fuck. I drove off playing the scene over and over again in my head. Where was Sookie going with some guy with diplomatic plates? Why was it the deeper I looked into the students of this school the more questions I had? Working in this school should have been a simple cover.

Later that evening I had a meeting with the country club. I was joining so that I could get closer to the parents, but I was starting to think it was the kids we should be watching. The country club was the usual set you would expect at such a place. Loads of the parents talked proudly about their kids.

"Principal Northman, you simply must meet our son Preston, he was a senior last year," beamed the elegant woman as she shoved forward a very good looking boy with sandy hair and tawny eyes.

I held my hand out and received a firm hand shake, "Pleasure to meet you Mr Northman, Preston Pardloe," he rolled his eyes at his mother. "You look like you need rescuing from the country club set," he smiled. He grabbed me by the arm leading outside to a terrace.

"You may have noticed that in this town having a genius level IQ is no biggie. It kinda makes our parents worse than normal, uber-proud," he apologised. "So how's Bon Temps High treating you?"

"Very well, I feel like my feet haven't touched the ground… trying to work out what the fuck is going on and drowning in the students sexual tension," I laughed.

"So Sookie is keeping you on your toes?" he smiled a smile like he knew exactly what I was going through and had experienced the same blue balls I had.

I chewed on my lip and grinned shaking my head taking a drink of my beer. I was so not going to have this conversation with one of the ex-students of Bon Temps High.

"Oh ouch, that bad huh? I mean you're a good looking motherfucker. But you must be smart son of a bitch if lil'Miss Stackhouse makes you smile like that," he laughed.

I raised an eyebrow at him, hoping that he would explain further. "Imagine going through school being smarter than everyone you met, it's a lonely place to be. Something I didn't or couldn't appreciate till I left school. It's her world everyday. I realise now the whole sex thing is her way of fitting in, we are all single cell amoeba to her complex life form."

Very deep, I nodded. I never thought of it like that. Lonely was not something I would ever have called Sookie Stackhouse. But what Preston said had given me food for thought. "You know her well?"

"Former boy toy, ya it was a tough gig," he grinned like a Cheshire cat, punching me in the ribs. Lucky bastard, I wanted that gig. I felt like spitting the dummy out.

"You have to go to the cook out on Saturday, you'll met everyone in the whole town will be there, anything the Triplets organise is like a social calendar must, here in Bon T," he said.

"Oh it's a cook out and car wash now." I said smiling at him.

I watched as Preston sank to his knees, his hands clasped firmly in front of him as if he was praying, "Sweet mother of God," his bottom lip quivered, "I've been a good boy honest," he laughed getting back up.

"That good huh?" I asked.

"Oh man, just don't tell my dad… we don't want him to sell the family home to afford Miss Stackhouse's price… if those girls had to raise money to pay off the national debts of all the third world countries put together, it would be a done deal. They could get blood out of a stone."

I spent the rest of the night chatting with Preston, weird I didn't even notice the nine year age gap. I couldn't help but like him, he made me swear that I wouldn't say anything to Sookie about seeing him, he wanted to surprise her. Another guy that was burning a big one for Sookie. Turned out he was Niall's research assistant, he had been away for the last four months on top secret projects for the big man - result.

The next morning, Sookie didn't turn up. Amelia and Tara looked tense, they were talking to Alcide, his face was a range of emotions, settling on angry. He hit one of the lockers breaking the door, placing an impressive dent into it. He was strong.

"Temper temper," Pam whispered next to me "what did I miss?"

"Not sure." I answered. With the noise of the locker, Sam and Bill ambled over, Tara threw her arms round Sam and buried her head into Sam's neck. Bill was speaking with Amelia, he was generally quiet but not today, "This is bullshit." he shouted.

"Shut the fuck up Bill, get your shit together." Amelia urged in hushed tones.

"Where is Sookie?" Pam asked.

"Don't know, but I saw her get into a limo with diplomatic plates yesterday and the jungle seems a bit off today." I shrugged, I was dying to ask what was going on but as a teacher I couldn't. I looked down at Pam, all the colour that she had and there wasn't a lot to start with as Pam was milk maid white, drained out of her face. She swallowed, smacking my stomach with a newspaper.

I looked down at the paper lifting it up, the front page was photo of a mangled black wreck, smoke billowing out. The headline read; 'Diplomat dies with mystery blonde mistress in car bombing'. I stared over and over again at the headline, I felt sick. The bell sounded in the distance but still the group we had been watching remained, as the rest of the student body hurried to classes. Was Sookie dead?

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