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Courting Grimm Part One

Kagame had known Hoyt Grimm for a long time. The first name suited him no more than his last name. Well maybe his parents. They had been so strict when she had first met them, that one day at high school, when they had been sitting together outside the principals office for getting in a fight.

With each other.

She remembered his white blonde hair, cropped so short it was more fluff, but she liked the way his blood tinged the edges and how it made his black eye stand out even more. She was totally in her right to the beat the shit out of him, he started it, and she shouldn't have to tolerate it.

They were waiting for her mother to show up, which was not going to happen, so Kagame stood up and walked into the office. The secetary glanced up with one raised eyebrow. No one approved of the way she dressed, but this was New York City, if she didn't get to dress in fishnets then she never would.

Hoyt followed behind her dragging his feet. His parents were on their way, but Kagame didn't have time to wait for them. She had the twins and Ayumi to help when she got home, and Mikan needed to meet her little boyfriend for dance class.

"Is Phil in?' She asked as the secetary gave a loud pop of her gum, as she buzzed the door and Kagame strutted through the door. She took a seat in the plastic chair, crossing over her leg.

"Kagame. I see your no adhering to the dress code again." The principal cleared his throat, as Kagame tugged at her skirt as she pulled the grey sweater closer. She hated the way he looked at her sometimes as she glared.

Wear fishnets and you were sure to prosecuted by the man.

"Mr. Grimm. I surprised to find you here, but I suppose not with Ms. Tanaka." Paul began. She always called him paul, she was in the office to much, not to know his first name, "Now someone explain what happened."

"I did just what her stockings invited me to do." Hoyt answered shrugging, his accent was still thick as butter when he wanted it to be, "I just helped myself."

"He touched my ass, and I gave him the appropriate signal to fuck off." Kagame answered as Hoty looked away. He was a troubled kid, always wearing baggy close, hanging out by the wall with the boys even her mother would have a hard time finding something good in.

"Sexual harrashment." Phil sighed as he sank into the chair. It wasn't a surprise, more weary, as something happened once a week in the same nature. Kagame had become known for being a hard ass though. She needed to be, she had to be.

She glared at Hoyt, "Look Phil give me a weeks detention for punching him, forget to mention it to my mother, and I promise I won't take it public."

The principal shook his head as he waved a hand, "Kagame you may leave."

She did so gratefully as Hoyt blew her a kiss, as she walked out, and she glared. He had made a damn good enemy, as she walked out the door, slamming it none to gently behind her.

There was a set of Grimm Reapers in the lobby. They were dressed head to toe, in tight form fitting clothes, and their skin was pale. They had shallow eyes, wispy hair, the woman with a tight black bun, and the man towering beside his wife with the same white blonde hair. They were signaled by the secretary to go in.

Hoyt's parents. She stared for a moment longer, before she hurried out of the office. Grimm fitted them a little to well ,and she felt a pang of guilt for Hoyt, the snarky, sexist, bastard. It must not have been easy, with the german accent, idiots telling him to go worship Hitler and other stupid phrases.

She shook her head, as she grabbed her bag from behind the cubby where all the bad kids had to drop their things. She hoisted the backpack onto her shoulder as she sauntered out, not in to much of a hurry anymore.

That was the first and last time she had ever had a problem with Hoyt. He had left after that, shipped off by his parents back to Germany. She heard that he had gone missing, hit the road from where ever they had sent him.

She hadn't thought of him in a long time, that was until she was sitting alone in Period. Her girlfriends were late, something about catching drinks with some guys they knew from work. They would be enthralled if she came along , but Kagame was prone to sulk and make them feel bad instead.

Besides, she didn't really feel like drinking on this trip, it wasn't really her thing or what she was in the mood for as she glanced her phone. Kyoya had called her earlier, which didn't say much about anything, besides her stifled giggles when she had run into some friends from the theatre.

"Sorry ma'm I couldn't help but notice you seem a little alone."

She glanced up, at the blonde. He wans't waiter, his jacket betrayed him as a chef. She gestured to the empty chair at her table as he sat across.

"Excuse me, I just got off work." He tugged on the jacket, "It's a bit dirty."

"It's fine." KAgame answered, feeling a bit out of place herself in Tina's red cocktail dress. The way it hugged every inch of her body, and held up her chest like she was trying to make a self, made her feel a bit strange next to the blonde.

He was very handsome, with dark eyes, and white eyebrows. His voice was thick though and slow or rather deliberate like honey. She liked it. She never fell for a guy, not until he proved he could make a sentence or two without stuttering.

"Sorry if I seem a little forward, but would you mind if I order for you-" He started, "Your new to this restraunt right?"

"Yes." She answered as she coyly passed the menu. He smiled and ordered two of something starting in F, she didn't catch the rest. Something was oddly familiar about him, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

"Soo-"He began again, "Let me guess. You're a model?"

"Was." She answered with a wave of her hand, "Keep guessing."

"Actress-"

"Not yet." She sighed, as she began to trace a finger around the glass, as she blew across the water.

"Artist." He started again, as he leaned back in the chiar, 'Or no, author."

"Not even close." She answered as she shook her head. He smiled, as she found his hand touching hers. He pulled it up to his face, as he traced the lines on the underside of her palm. He muttered something under his breath.

"I learned palm reading from an old gyspy woman-"He began, as he blew quietly. She had to stifle her giggles, as she bit her lip. He held her hand, as he lightly traced over the lines again humming to himself.

"So this line, he pointed to the third one, is your fate, what the future holds. The way it curves tell what trouble you will have in your life-" He stared at it, "Romantic ones."

'Romantic-" She stared at him, as he gave her the most serious look, she nodded and he continued.

"The second line-means about family and life-you will have an interesting life. You are very well off, but you push yourself very hard and you act like nothing bothers you. The weight of your-extra family makes you very worried. They mean much to you." He moved to the last line.

"This line, is often the luck line, but is meant to show where you'll end up." He read it for a moment, 'You see that mark, the little line coming off to the side-"

She nodded, as he smiled, "It means that there is room for second chances with people. That what things seem is not always true."

"Your very mysterious. I don't even know your name." kagame murmured as the waiter came with her food.

"if you'll excuse me." The blonde smiled as he left the table. If she would excuse him? He was the one who sat down with her. She ate her food quietly, as she stared at her softly vibrating phone. She kept getting more messages, but she simply slipped it into her bag and tried to enjoy being with herself.

She wondered if he worked here, or if-if what he just appeared out of no where and wondered if she would hop on him like a cheap hooker. No, no, she was being jaded again. He was a handsome young man, a chef, and very good looking.

She glanced at her plate as she sucked down the rest of her water, and waved the waiter for her bill. He nodded as he turned coming back, instead with a small note.

She thanked him grabbing her bag, and white coat, as she buttoned up the front, and headed out into the dreary night. She slipped the note in front, as she quietly opened it, while she waited for the next cab to pull up with her hand raised in the air.

Dear Kagame,

I hope you enjoyed my dish. I've changed since we last met. I hope you will come again to Period.

Hoytt

She had crumpled the note, and then later fished it out in when the evening was almost over.

ah hoytt. Joys. So many more of these to come, while I work on host. So go check that out and keep enjoying these.