The player meets his match

The Action

It wasn't the first time in this school. Oh no. This is the second time I've repeated the junior year twice now. I'm a very smart person. The only reason I repeated is because I should've graduated three years ago, thanks to a skip program.

You must be wondering about my parents. Well, they're dead, gone, no more. And no I'm not in foster care. Though I should be, I know everything about everyone.

Using my ability to the best of it allows me to use weak points of human error (and you're not human) against those I want. (No, I just don't have as much baggage as everyone else) I'm not a stalker. I just make deductions, just like everyone else. Mine, are just the one that matters. I've been called many name none of them right.

I'm forewarning you... I'm not a mental person just a monster in plain sight, a high functioning sociopath, a nightmare.

Right now I'm sitting in my art class. The teacher is absent and the phone is going to ring in 3...2...1

R-

"Hello Mr. B" I answer

"Hello, would you mind?" He asks

"Not at all" I smirk

"I can practically hear that smirk" he scoffs

"Your welcome, but you owe me" I offer

"Yea I know" and I hung up smiling while sitting myself down at the desk waiting for the rest of the lousy organisms called students to file in.

They begin to whisper and ask as to why the teacher has not arrived.

I stand and walk to the front of the class.

This year I'm going to have fun.

"Good morning" I pronounce

"Who the hell are you?" Stacey asks.

Stacey: her hair slightly messed up, her make-up, you can tell has been redone. The left side of her 'shirt' is slightly risen.

Conclusion: Sex. With none other than John Michaels.

"I am you temporary art teacher." I simply state.

She rolls her eyes. "Well not like anyone's gonna pay attention, i mean look at what you're wearing."

"Your right but now that you've caused a scene" I walk towards the table she's sitting at "I do have everyone's attention. And the next time you decide to have sex in the janitors closet try a little harder to fix your self up afterwards and don't go after someone's leftovers they'll always be better when they're first served." I smirk knowing I've won. Like always.

"Now if there are no more questions" the door bursts open. "Mr. Wild how nice for you to join us." I smile and turn towards his direction.

"Sorry about the time it was just I wa-" I cut him off.

"Don't bother, based on the hair, your crooked neckline of the shirt and the shifted jacket you played another game in the closet. I'm glad you decide to finally come out." I silently chuckled as did the rest of the class. "Now sit"

"No please?" He quizzed.

I walked swaying my hips slightly using that he just got out of a quickie to my advantage. "Wild sit " I placed my hands on his chest and walked up until his legs were against a chair "the fuck down." And I gently pushed him down letting gravity do the rest.

I walked back to the front of the class. "Today we'll find out who knows who to really make a picture" all I got was confused looks. I sighed. "You are going to be painting with paints that can only be seen in black lights" the all nodded.

I passed everything out and let them get working. I had already done mine last night so I sat there on my phone.

"Umm... Ms..."

Without looking up "Lyrics, Ms. Lyrics"

"Well Ms. Lyrics, may I ask what ur doing on your phone?" The voice asked.

I looked up "I'm hacking in to the pentagon"

He laughed. I kept a straight face, I wasn't joking.

When he sobered up he saw that.

"Your not joking."

"No Micheals I'm not." I replied.

"Why" he asked

"To prove a point"

"What point is worth proving to jack in the pentagon?" He quizzed.

"Your elementary questions are quite annoying, but you know that, that's why you came up here in the first place. If you must now this is why" I turned my phone towards him. "Some people need to learn their place."

"So you hacked in the pentagon to expose the Secretary of State?"

"Of corse"

"You know I always thought brains were sexy" he wiggled his eyebrows.

"No you didn't" I say looking at my phone "You just want something from me that you know your not gonna get with brown-nosing."

"You're right" he said

"I know, now go sit down"

"Bu-" I cut him off.

"First off you don't start a proper sentence with 'but' and second fuck off" I looked up "I'm just paraphrasing" I smiled and looked back down to my phone and he walked back.

"Well let's see!" I said. I clicked a remote and the lights went off and black lights came on.

"First off please direct your short attention spans to miss Stacey. Notice the many white stains in her body and lack of clothes. Those stains are not paint. Second you have exactly 3 minutes to look at ur painting and add whatever you need."

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