School Yard Games
6
Club Broadway
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"Hey Principal Hotness," croaked a voice. It took a few seconds before I realised the voice was speaking to me, I turned round just in time to see a blonde head passing me wearing big shades, baggy sweater, sweats and sneakers. I could have sworn she had a split lip. Sookie was walking really slowly.
Her friends looked like deer in the headlights; looking at myself and Pam then to Sookie slowly they made their way to her. Alcide push himself to the front, he wrapped his arms round her and she winced like she was in pain. "Shit," I heard him curse.
"C'mon Principal Hotness let's get the fuck outta here," Pam hissed, dragging me into my office.
As soon as the door closed, "Did you see the split lip? She's pretty banged up. Do you think she was involved somehow?" Pam asked her eyes wide.
"How many diplomatic plate limos do you think are floating about in this neck of the woods? New Orleans is two and half hours away, the car left just before the school day ended, the bomb went off at eleven-fifteen outside NO's old monastery. There would have been plenty of time for the car I saw Sookie get into to be down there."
My mind was working over time, "Pam pull the security footage for the front of the school just before the school day ended yesterday. The guy I saw with Sookie looked familiar, but not familiar good - he gave me a real bad feeling." What had this little southern belle been up to, or even gotten into?
Pam went to my computer and began to tap keys. You can get the footage on my computer - why don't I know this? Argh.
She pulled up the four cameras that faced the section of car park that we wanted. I could see me clearly on two of the pictures, from different angles. However the car that was the limo was now a pickup truck and the girl that was Sookie was now Tara. A blond haired guy got out and began making out with Tara, they were joined by Bill, Amelia, Sam. A few minutes later Alcide came out with a blonde girl on his back that looked just like Sookie only her ass was bigger. I spent a lot of time thinking of Miss Stackhouse's ass and that was not it. The blonde never once looked at the camera. Bill looked directly at the camera and flipped the bird. Son of a bitch.
"I must have gotten the wrong day," Pam said.
"No, you got the right day… they changed it."
"They changed it, do you even know how paranoid that sounds… and I am in the intelligence community," Pam raised her eyebrow at me.
I laughed, "There is something wrong with this school, I feel it and somehow Sookie is in the centre of it. My gut tells me she was there last night," I said tapping the newspaper, indicating where 'there' was. Pam was silent as she seemed to process it all.
"Let's go find Stackhouse," I said to Pam.
"What are you going to do?" Pam asked. Good question, she was hurt and I wanted to go to her. Fuck. Why had this girl gotten to me so much.
"I'll think of something," I replied. Not my smartest move I knew it as soon as I said it, but the look on Pam's face confirmed it.
"You'll think of something? !" Pam abashed me, "You'll think of some-th-ing!" she snorted. "Stop thinking with your dick, because if I thought with mine I'd be fucking Amelia and listening to pillow talk for information. Get-a-grip!" She wacked me across the head with the paper.
"Ouch, bitch!" I grinned at her, "We could check if she's injured and ask her what happened. We both saw she was injured."
"Okay Northman, let's go and check the story with the star of your spank bank," Pam deadpanned.
What could I say, it was true; Sookie Stackhouse had invaded my dreams and my everyday thoughts. I wanted her and I wanted her bad. I was crushing big style, how very high school of me.
We walked the halls, "Erm Pam, where are we going?" I asked as Pam walked with a determination to an unknown location.
"Club Broadway" she answered.
"Club Broadway?" I asked.
"Amelia's lab, it's in the basement… wait 'til you get a load of it, that where they hang out in between classes," she smirked.
"Amelia has a lab at the bottom of the school?" if I sounded like a lost little boy, it was because I was. Why didn't I know this?
"Yeah, it's like something out of a Sci-Fi movie, she calls it Club Broadway. The tech guys in Quantico would cream their frilly pink panties at her set up."
We made our way down some stairs, walked along what looked like a typical bowels of a school building, with pipes running along the side of us. We turned a corner and we were faced with a wall of glass looking into a high tech lab. Amelia looked up from a computer, she was wearing a lab coat and a set of glasses. She waved at us. I could see Amelia say something but it was silent to us - so the lab was sound proof. Okay, not what I was expecting at the bottom of Bon Temps High.
We entered a decompression chamber, then security doors complete with retinal scanner and finger print id, opened to an all white lab. It did look straight out of a Sci-Fi movie, Pam was right. How much would something like this cost? Millions.
"Miss Stackhouse here?" I asked, which due to the glare Pam gave me was the wrong question. Shit.
"Yeah, she will be out in a minute," Amelia answered barely looking up from her workstation. Bill glared, well fuck him.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
Alcide looked up from a book, "bit of a general question, would you care to elaborate?"
You know what, I had had enough of this bullshit. I began walking through the lab to a set of frosted glass doors in the end of it, hitting the button for the door. Sam jumped up, in fact all the group seemed on high alert at my sudden movements.
"You can't go in there!" Tara shouted.
"Watch me Miss Thornton," I barked entering the room.
"Eric!" Pam called after me. I entered a small room with a white chamber of some kind, it looked like a sun bed with blue light and humming sounds emitting from it. The lid lifted and out stepped a stark naked Sookie Stackhouse.
"Oh shit!" I stopped dead, turning around as Pam slammed into me, clearly having seen Sookie, "Oh shit, dear God...fuck," Pam said into my chest.
I heard Sookie giggle, "Tara sweetie, pass me a robe," the sweet voice of Sookie said. Oh my God I've just seen my student totally naked. In the buff. As in not a fucking stitch on. Oh fuck. Fuck. I am so screwed. I groaned internally; well if that wasn't the fucking most beautiful body I'd ever seen. Shit. I am such a pervert.
"You can turn round now," she said, I could tell she was smiling.
"I am sorry," I said to her as I looked down at my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amelia indicate to her lip giving Sookie wide expressive eyes. I looked up just in time to catch Sookie removing what looked like scab from her lip. She smiled. Her lips perfect. Uninjured. WTF?
"What can I do for you Principal Northman?" I gulped, there was that voice again.
"We thought you looked unwell, and we wanted to check you were okay, Miss Stackhouse. Not like you to be tardy," Pam answered.
"Oh how sweet… well now you both have seen all of me, as you saw I am perfect. Brand spanking new in fact," she smiled. Tara and Amelia giggled. I felt again, like I was an outsider on an inside joke. And I was blushing to boot- shiiit!
"Our apologies," I bowed. Pam led the way out. Personally I couldn't get out of there fast enough. As soon as we turned the corner, "well fuck me, if that wasn't the weirdest fucking thing that I have ever witnessed." I blurted out the first thing in my mind.
"She was fucking injured, she had a split lip - you saw. She fucking winced when Alcide hugged her, what the fuck? Then she is tanning? Like nothing is wrong." Pam spoke quickly in hushed tones.
We made it up to the halls, which were now full of students moving from one class to the next. Eerie contrast from the sterile, stark white lab we had just been in. Both our phones went off, we looked at each other and headed to the office.
Opening the identical texts on our phones, a picture filled the screen. "De Castro. That was the guy that I saw yesterday with Sookie, shit I knew, I knew him. Fuck I am so stupid," De Castro was an arms dealer, the illegal kind, he had recently been linked to bio-warfare. Actually he was a man of interest in our investigations here in Bon Temps. Way to shit the bed.
"That ain't no diplomat," Pam spoke, busy keying in her access code to decrypt the text that came with the picture. I already had an idea what it would say.
"De Castro is dead, he died in the explosion, confirmed Dental and DNA- it was him," Pam said. Just what I thought. I shook my head to clear it. I was trying think of how Sookie fitted into all this, but all I could see was her naked body. What a body. Focus- douche bag, focus.
"I am not taking one for the team again Northman, get your fucking head in the game," Pam hit me across the arm. What is with all the physical violence, she must be on her period.
"We can't report this, not just yet, this could ruin her life before it even starts, we don't really know anything for sure, we need answers..." I said to Pam. She looked for a minute like she was going to be a hard-assed bitch, then her face softened.
"You're right," she conceded, but she didn't look happy about it.
Truth be told either was I, now I had even more questions that needed an answer. Answers; I wasn't so sure I wanted. I mean I had no ambition to do a Fox Mulder to my career, there was a reason that dude was in the basement on the TV show. Now Scully she was hot.
Lunch was the usual rowdy affair, but I noticed how the Triplets group seemed quieter than usual and the boys seemed much more touchy feely. They kept hugging Sookie, kissing the top of her head, petting her. She caught me looking, her gaze locked with mine. Her eyes looked so much older than her eighteen years; there was sadness there, something haunted those beautiful blue pools. It hadn't been there when we first met, but it was there now. Like she'd seen too much She broke the gaze first. I wanted to erase that look from her eyes, I wanted to hold her, tell her I would keep her safe... I am so very, very screwed.
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