Black Magic Women

47

Mary strode through the hallway confidentially even though she didn't really feel like it. She hadn't slept much because she had spent most night tossing around and trying to avoid her own thoughts. The fight with Zelda had hit her hard but she had come to the conclusion that it was best to just move on and not let it ruin their mood and vacation.

Something they both were looking forward to. It was supposed to be their time where they could fool around without any emergency or somebody disturbing them. Mary found herself smiling at the thought of having Zelda all to herself but the whistle of passing students made an annoyed glance pass her features.

Her bruises had healed quite nicely and without a protective Zelda to tell her what to wear, she had returned to her usual figure hugging choice of dresses, although her choice covered more than most of her previous dresses.

Now there was only one thing separating her from the idyllic peace and quiet and she was determined to get it out of her way. There was no official school holiday coming any time soon, so she had to do something she hated more than words could express. Ask someone, especially a man, to do her a favor. Her toe nails curled and she could practically hear her jaw cracking from the serious grinding of teeth she would be doing.

She knocked on the office door before entering, a smile playing on her lips despite the hate she feels towards the man in front of her. He looked up from his papers, a smirk tugging at his lips. A smirk she would so gladly wipe off his face, but she had come with a very clear idea of what she wanted and how to get it.

But that didn't change the fact that she had never liked the way he looked at her with those hungry eyes that undressed her every time he laid eyes upon her. That she was about to beg him for two weeks up didn't lighten her mood in the slightest.

"Well, what a pleasant surprise," Hawthorne said and Mary just wanted to roll her eyes, but she knew that she had to act her part if she wanted to get those two weeks off and she really wanted them.

She just smiled her usual sensual smile and waited for Hawthorne to point at one of the chairs in front of him. She didn't have to wait for long. The man was quick to point at the chair in front of his desk and Mary sat down, smoothening her dress while doing so.

"How are you feeling? After your accident," he said and she crossed her legs, feeling her skirt move up further than she liked it. She had the desire to push it back down but she didn't. She knew he was looking and it might be in her favor to have him distracted. It just felt so wrong to have someone stare at her this way after everything that had happened between Zelda and her.

"Better," she said and brushed a strand of brown locks out of her face before she looked back up at him with that certain look, that could make every man's knees go weak.

"I'm glad to hear that you're back," he said and she caught him staring at the not as revealing as usual cleavage of her dress and felt the urge to adjust it to show even less. She felt like a piece of meat being watched by its predator and for once she was glad to have lost the ability to hear everybody's thoughts.

"What brings you here?" he asked and Mary just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible so she got straight to the point. Well... almost.

"I know that there aren't any official holidays coming up but... I thought I might be able to take two weeks off? This whole accident has taken its toll on me and I need some time to regain my strength. After all I have been working here for nearly twenty years and have never missed a single day," she said and used the former Mary's devotion to her work to her advantage.

"Well, you have students to teach... What would we do without you?" he said and she could see it in his face. This was a game for him and he was determined to win but so was she.

"I am sure you'd manage just fine without silly old me. You're the principal after all and a very good one if I might add," she said and felt like throwing up after the sentence had left her mouth. How low she had sunken...

Hawthorne was many things a disgusting male pig was one of them but he was certainly not a good principal...

"Well, thank you for the compliment. Old? You're anything but old Ms. Wardwell. You look... fine for your age," he said and she could feel his eyes burning on her skin but unlike Zelda's gaze, this one was painful to bear.

"A lot of sleep and hydration... What brings us back to my question," she said and had the intense urge to either snap his neck or run and never turn back for the sake of keeping her hands clean but she could do neither so she just had to roll with the situation and try to not lose it.

"You can take two weeks off..." he said and Mary sighed in relief before she had heard the end of the sentence "under one condition. The first feeling of victory was quickly replaced by annoyance and she really wished for a higher tolerance of mortal bullshit.

"And that would be?" How bad could it be?

"You're going on a date with me. Tomorrow evening. I choose what we do and you'll have to do whatever I suggest," he said and Mary's face almost fell for a second but she had her facial features under control and felt her jaw clench to a point it almost hurt.

The thought of going on a date with that sorry excuse of a human being almost hurt her but she had to keep her goal in mind. That vacation meant something special to Zelda and her. It was a time where they could finally be alone and enjoy the moment whatever they might decide to do.

She had always known that the man opposites her had found a special liking in her but she had never had a problem with it until that exact moment. She knew that there was no getting out of the situation.

Of course she could quit her job but in the long run it wouldn't do her any good. If she wanted to establish a life in Greendale she needed to keep her job. After all it had been Mary's life before the new Mary had come along.

Everything inside her hated the thought of wasting one more second with that man and it felt like the worst kind of betrayal to Zelda but she couldn't back out now. She had started a game she wasn't too keen on continuing but she had no other choice.

"Fine," she finally said and he just smirked at her. He had won and she hated the thought of it.

---

I hope you don't feel the need to kill me. I just had this idea for a very long time and finally managed to worked it into the story. What do you think? How will Zelda react?