There is a lot of tedious preface to this story so please allow me to summarize the main character rather than write paragraph after paragraph explaining his complexity. Also there is alot of dialogue instead of story telling which is the type of stories I like to read. If you need a story spoonfed to you then I suggest you look elsewhere.
Malcolm Bradbury is a scholarship senior at a highly prestigious college prep school. He comes from the foster care system. He is highly intelligent and has a hyper focused brain. When he came to the academy he was bullied his first year and over the summer started weight training and MMA fighting. He is a loner and the only person in his life he enjoys being in company with is the head mistress of his school. He became the class president just to enjoy a requisite weekly meeting with her.
Malcolm knocked and entered the office. He saw a man with a hold on the head mistress's arm whispering heatedly in her ear. He casually strode to the desk and addressed the man.
"I would unhand the lady, she is not unprotected."
The man answered, "you won't be protecting anyone here anymore as I was just explaining to the head mistress."
"This is Mr Connelly, Malcolm." said the head mistress.
Malcolm smiled devilishly. "Ah, the father." He was sizing the man up. A hot head for sure and he was still grabbing the head mistress.
"Yes the father! You don't touch a Connelly."
"Your son likes to torture freshman, you must be very proud, sir."
The head mistress spoke, "Malcolm, we interviewed the others and nobody would admit to being bullied yesterday."
"Of course not, head mistress, they are all scared of the oaf." He turned to Connelly, "and this is your last warning to unhand the lady, sir."
Mr Connelly and Malcolm stared each other down. Connelly knew his power was in his influence but he didn't like being told what to do.
Malcolm watched him release the head mistress while spewing a bunch of nonsense accusations and threats. He knew this was a man that was all talk, a silly little insignificant man.
Malcolm began walking about the room casually and addressed him. "Thank you, sir. Let me tell you a little about myself. I can go to any college of my choosing and I assume there I will be recruited by the CIA or some such organization due to my unique abilities. You see I am extremely good at finding people's secrets. It's a gift really. Just ask Mr Pratt.
Malcolm enjoyed watching his face go from anger to frightened, he also wished he hadn't noticed the head mistress go a little pale, now his curiosity was peaked. "Yes sir, he was the last big important person to threaten me, although he was man enough to do it directly and not grab and threaten a lady. Let me also add that along with this ability I do not feel. Not sorrow, fear, compassion, nor pity. So when I see a threat in front of me all I see is a tiny little ant on my shoe that needs to be squashed. Now my suggestion would be to apologize to the lady, tell your son to stop tormenting the meek and be on your way."
The staredown contest recommenced and it was Connelly who blinked first. Storming out the door blustering nonsense and veiled threats.
Malcolm sat down and waited for the head mistress to regain her bearings. She processed everything she heard and saw and eventually sat down.
"You were responsible for Pratt? she asked.
"In my opinion Pratt was responsible for Pratt but I did expose him. I tried to warn him like I did your friend Connelly."
"He isn't my friend. What did Pratt do to you?"
"Does it matter? He was an entitled bully. I gave him a chance. He chose not to take it, they seldom do."
"Are the other things you said true?"
"Yes, head mistress."
"If you ever need to talk you can trust me."
The head mistress didn't ask the question she really wanted to ask. Malcolm could sense it.
"Go ahead and ask, head mistress. I can see it in your eyes."
"You talked of secrets..."
Malcolm wanted to set her mind at ease but he kinda liked how worried she looked so decided on "they are safe with me, head mistress." He smiled, stood and walked out the door.
By the day of their next meeting Malcolm thought he had figured out the secret she was so worried about. He did a backround check which didn't turn up much so then hacked into her computer and found alot of searches on BDSM. He really didn't see the big deal, if she only knew the things he found out about people.
He was sitting in class, bored out of his mind, when an alert chimed on his phone. Someone was in his room. He pulled up the hidden camera image and there was the head mistress looking through his things. He shook his head and sighed.
Malcolm entered the head mistress's office nonchalantly, and after they exchanged greetings he sat and waited for her to initiate the conversation.
"Last week we were discussing secrets."
Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Really head mistress? I told you your secrets are safe."
"I know that and I appreciate it but I can't help being curious to what exactly you know."
"Well you could break into my room and try to figure it out."
The head mistress eyes shot to his, now she looked really frightened, he thought.
"Malcolm, I am so sorry! The uncertainty was eating away at me."
"That may be but I can't let that go unpunished. And think twice before you start threatening me."
The head mistress was considering her options. She wasn't sure what he knew and it was stupid to rifle through his things.
"I am sorry and what do you mean by 'punishment'?"
"I'm glad you asked, head mistress."
Malcolm pulled out a red very expensive scarf and told her he wanted her to wear it every day until their next meeting.
"That's it?" she asked.
"Almost, if you think about me then I want you to touch it."
"Malcolm! That is inappropriate!"
"Head mistress, first of all I am legally an adult and secondly I do not mean it in a sexual way. I don't feel those things. I simply mean if I pop into your head then touch the scarf. Its very simple and innocent. And finally I am not asking so 'no' really isn't an option for you."
The head mistress contemplated the situation and her options which she admitted to herself was only one.
"Very well, Mr Bradbury."
Malcolm liked the formal way she agreed and stood to take his leave but before he departed he addressed her.
"You know it is considered polite to offer tea and coffee to guests."
He turned and left a very flustered head mistress behind.
During the week Malcolm would see the head mistress throughout the campus and she always had the scarf on as instructed. He admired her form, she was tall, athletic and strong looking. She had a swimmer's physique and always wore very tight clothing. She had large breasts and a rotund derriere which he never considered sexually but rather aesthetically. At first she would tap the scarf now and again and later in the week she was sort of caressing it. He had no idea if it meant anything but found it interesting.
When entering her office he found her at the table instead of her desk with a tea service set out.
"Well this is lovely!" He exclaimed.
The head mistress laughed, "you did order it."
"I did no such thing."
"That's true. But you were right. Would you care for tea or coffee?"
"Tea, please."
The head mistress prepared his tea and hers and they enjoyed a quiet moment eyeing one another. The scarf was in front of him on the table. It was Malcolm who broke the silence.
"How did you find your task?"
The head mistress considered her words carefully.
"Uneasy, at first, but it became much more comfortable as the week went on. I received many compliments on it."
"Yes, forgive me, but you do dress in rather boring colors. I thought it might do you a little good."
