Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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March 5th, 1984

I shut my locker and walked into last period, which for me was English. My English teacher was the kindest. She had only been teaching for four years but was basically the therapist that I didn't need.

I think it's because she's so young, I feel like I can communicate with her easier than most of my teachers. She was like a friend to me not during school hours. I preferred to go to her rather than the actual guidance counselor.

"Hello, Miss," I said.

"Hey hey, Donna Joe."

"One more time, and I'll do everything in my power to switch classes." I noticed I was the first one in the classroom.

"You wouldn't do that anyway." She winked.

If we were that close, I'd flip her off.

Students poured in and I watched Jeena slide into the seat next to me. "Hey."

"Hello there." I pulled out Macbeth, and reread the last few lines from our homework. We were almost done and soon would actually go see the play live.

"Alright everyone, open up to act five, and our last scene." Miss Smith pulled out her own copy and held it out in front of her. "Do you all remember your roles?"

She always did this thing where she stuffed us with work, and then sometime in the week, we would have a free day since we were so caught up. It was so. smart. It was a love/hate relationship her students had.

When the bell rang unexpectedly, people packed up as fast as they could. Except for me, I wasn't in a hurry.

"Tomorrow is our free day! Remember, Friday is the day we go to the theater. Bring money and a snack for yourself. Nothing too big, or they'll make you throw it away."

I waited for everyone to leave the classroom, and Jeena said she would be at her parent's house for a while. She said they went on a trip for the next week, and her mom asked to take any food that was gonna go bad by the time they came back.

"So, how is George?" Miss Smith asked after she shut her door, then started erasing the chalkboard.

"I've only been talking to him over the phone for a while. I was going to ask if he could hang out sometime, though."

"Do it." She sat down. "If I were you, tonight, I'd really push for, you know..."

I cocked my head sideways. "No, I don't know."

She scoffed and slumped down in her seat. "Come on, you're eighteen, have a little freaky fun."

My eyes stretched and I laughed. "Your brain is way more interesting than I thought," I admitted. "I better go before I hear the details on how I should do this." I waved her goodbye.

"Oh come on, I haven't been getting any recently." She called to me before I stepped out. "My boyfriend is doing it on purpose."

"Then go beg like a dog." I said, then finally left.

I drove into the parking lot and couldn't wait to meet my bed. Thinking about George now was making me feel some kind of way...

We were still only talking, taking things "slow".

Although we never had a conversation about it. I just assumed.

I nearly screamed when I saw a familiar face in my apartment. "Oh, hey Andy. I didn't expect to see you here."

"He brought someone you fantasize about too," Jeena said while she walked up to me, and right on cue, George walked out from the hallway with a puzzled expression.