School Yard Games

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Smartest Girl In School

A/N: Thank you for all the add's and reviews. I hope your enjoying this story... bit of a break from what I normally write... so your feedback really means the world to me... Proof read by Ali...changed by me so mistakes my own ;)

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I looked up from the desk when I felt someone in the doorway, sure enough there was.

"Knock knock… can I come in?" The pouty, berry-coloured lips asked.

"Sure," I replied. This should be interesting.

"Maxine, why don't you take off for an early lunch, I'll make sure Mr Northman is in capable hands... tell that handsome boy of yours I said hi," Sookie purred. Who the fuck does this girl think she is? She closed the door to my office, leaning against it.

"How ya settling in?" she asked.

I regarded her for a second. I was just about to scold her for sending Maxine away. "Oh darn, I nearly forgot, here I made these for you… as a welcome gift." She smiled brightly as she handed me a box.

"For me?" Fuck, what am I, a fucking puppy? This is an eighteen year old girl… Get. A. Grip. I opened the box to reveal four of the prettiest cupcakes I've ever seen. I looked up and smiled, she made me cupcakes. Shit. I couldn't help but grin, damn if she didn't smile the cutest smile.

"They should come with a warning… so addictive, but there are plenty more where they came from, so you just holler if you want more," she smiled.

"Thank you Miss Stackhouse, is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked.

She laughed, "Oh I bet there's plenty you can do for me," she said as she licked her lips. Fuck. "However today is all about you and what I can do for you," her eyes glittered.

"Is that so?" I couldn't help but smirk. This girl certainly had spirit.

"Yes," she breathed. "As school president I am present at all new pupil intake interviews, they should be here in the next ten minutes," I was at a complete loss and it must have showed.

"Oh I take it Maxine didn't show you your diary… here let me," she jumped up, leaned across me and switched on the computer. "Here I was thinking we would have ten minutes to fill, I was gonna ask you for suggestions," she grinned. I laughed, it was impossible not to like her.

"Do you have a phone with a diary?" she asked.

I nodded, fishing out the latest iPhone and handing it to her. She placed the phone on a mat next to the computer, the mat lit up, then she hit a key.

"There you go; all your diary data is now on the phone, cool huh?"

"Way cool," I smirked getting into the high school lingo. I'd never seen anything like that before.

"Bill designed it and built it; any computer problems he's your guy. The diary programme is all his too. I'll send him in to give you a crash course as it's linked to the website, we don't want you to inadvertently post your nooners on the web for the parents to see," she smiled cheekily. Mmm. Get a grip.

Just then her phone went off, "Hey," she answered. Saved by the bell again, I thought.

"Oh it's not a bad time I was just breaking in the new Principal." She smirked winking at me. Shit did I mention I am screwed. Her face darkened, then she totally surprised me by switching to Japanese - again it sounded perfect. She concluded her call, looked thoughtful for a second.

"Everything okay Miss Stackhouse?"

She looked up from her thoughts "Oh...yeah, yeah fine…... it's all good in da hood as they say… oh your 11.30 is here," she said the last part as she looked at the door, only I didn't hear anything. "you want me to show them in?" she asked.

"Sure," not convinced that there would be anyone out there. She opened the door just as they rounded the corner to the outer office. How had she known? I would file that for later.

"Welcome Mr and Mrs Pelt, you must be Debbie and you must be Sandra," Sookie shook their hands inviting the girls to sit on the couch and the parents to the seats in front of my desk. "Allow me to introduce Principal Northman, and I am School Student President, Sookie Stackhouse."

For the next half hour, Sookie conducted the interview like a pro, she thanked them and ushered them out of the office. She rubbed her temples, "So?" she asked.

"So, they seemed nice," not really sure what to say wasn't like I was a real principal, I was an FBI agent.

"Nice?"

"No?"

"Not Hardly; firstly the oldest child has got daddy issues; she's not their biological daughter and she knows it, Debbie is a typical bitch. Sandra… spoilt -totally, as mom and dad's golden child and their natural offspring I assure you any semblance of decent person is gone. She would make a fabulous sociopath. My recommendation is to reject them for education here," she spoke with authority.

"You can't judge people on what is in their file."

"Mr Northman, it's not in their file. Trust me, those kids are bad news."

"This is a public school not your own private school, they seemed nice, both good students." I was getting annoyed; Miss Stackhouse had clearly had the run of this place far too long and was too big for her bo… stilettos.

"Look who's judging now. Both girls don't do their own work, I'll put money on it the youngest is unable to get that sort of grade in math… but hey it's your call. I am saying bad news, it's nothing I can't handle when it all goes pear-shaped, but I'd rather not."

"Explain it to me then Miss Stackhouse," I challenged her.

"Gladly. First off, Debbie's biometrics are off…"

"Biometrics?" I cut her off.

"I thought you were of above average IQ, you certainly have the cranial capacity for it… but I'll use smaller words." Bitch - who does she think she is? But fuck if she doesn't make my cock hard - so screwed.

"I know what biometrics are… continue," I said.

"Okay, Debbie's are off for belonging to that family. My guess is the parents adopted, then lo and behold a miracle happens; Sandra. Sandra has psychotic tendencies and hero-worships her older sister. Her eye to forehead ratio coupled with key lead questions I asked determines that she has not got the brain power to achieve the level of academia she shows. My guess is she uses violence to get other students to comply, doing her work for her. Her nose to eyebrow ratio determines she has a violent nature. There are a host of other reasons why, psychologically speaking… but all spell bad hair cut with bad news."

She's smart, I'll give her that. "Miss Stackhouse, so based on your high school understanding of psychology and a fancy for biometrics, I should exclude these two from receiving an education in their parish? Huh?"

She started laughing, "You clearly have not done your homework sir, but you're a cute SOB, so I am going to forgive you this time. Do you know why I don't attend most of my classes Mr Northman?"

I know, I should have tried harder to keep the anger of my face but this girl was getting under my skin. Urgh. I never let people affect me like this. "Enlighten me," I spat.

"My pleasure." Her voice was seductive; I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. So screwed. I didn't know whether to hit her or fuck her. Not that I hit women.

"The simple reason is I am smarter than my teachers. I am currently working on my doctorate for psychology, when I graduate I'll be Dr Stackhouse. I have published several papers on biometrics which have all been acclaimed in their respective scientific journals. It's kinda my hobby. Bill turned several of my theories from my papers into an algorithm creating a computer programme so others can see what I can see with the naked eye. We are locked in a bidding war for the rights to this programme, but both of us will be set for life when the bids stop flowing."

She got up came round the back of me, I tensed as the cloud of sexy vanilla and something fresh enveloped me. "So tense," she massaged my shoulders. "Now Mr Northman, why don't you get over your lady authority issues and trust me; I am not you ex-wife. Your biometrics tell me you are smart enough to challenge me, dangerous enough to keep me interested and sexually I may have met my match. You are rarely challenged and used to being the smartest in the room; this has made you lazy. Your ex-wife did a head trip on you, danced all over your balls which two to three years ago you took back when you caught her lying, scheming ass, cheating. Your ideal job would be government work of the covert nature, yet here you are, getting all of the girl's of Bon Temps High's panties in a wad."

She leaned in to kiss me. I pulled back to avoid kissing her, she giggled. "Pussy," she sneered in my face, getting off the corner of the desk she had perched on and heading for the door. Oh no, she did not just call me a pussy for not kissing her.

"I don't think your boyfriend would like it," I called after her, like a total douche. Not; I am your principal or it's wrong. No, your boyfriend wouldn't like it. God- help- me.

"I don't have one," she replied as she looked over her shoulder. Damn if it wasn't the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"Beefcake on the motorbike?" I asked; fuck what is wrong with me? She's right, maybe I have gotten mentally lazy.

"That's my guard, he does his job better if he thinks there's a chance I'll fuck him. It's his motivation to keeping me alive. He has no chance, I'd rather finger myself," she smiled sweetly. Fuck that sent a delicious mental image of her with her fingers down her tiny shorts. My cock sprang to attention. Fuck-screwed, so screwed.

"Your boy toys?" Jesus SHE IS A STUDENT. Northman get a grip of yo-self, fuck, fuck, fuck. Northman shut-the-fuck-up. I swear to God I am gonna ball punch myself, if I don't shut up now.

"Just that, toys I play with. Good if I need to get off but not for much else. Hardly a challenge when they allow themselves to be in my thrall." With that she walked out of my office, my cock throbbing with need, my head well and truly fucked.

Only one thing for it, I hit the intercom, "Pam, get your ass in here," I barked into it.

Who's the smartest girl in school? What is going on? Confused or you just enjoying the ride?