Addicted To You #1 || MJ

7.

Michael leaned against his car, thinking if his plan would go through. He handed her a sheet of paper, which stated the information he had gotten in the anonymous text.

"You meet me outside here," Michael pointed to the sheet of paper. "I'll drop you off at your house. You're going to tell your Dad you're spending the night with Janet."

"What? But I hate her!"

"As much as I despise Janet's actions and behaviour, you're going to do it," Michael instructed.

"Are you asking me? Or telling me?" Luna placed a hand on his car.

"I'm telling you," Michael said slowly.

"Why don't you ask me first?"

"You're a little twelve year old girl. I am not going to ask you," Michael pointed towards his car.

Luna shook her head. "I'm thirteen-today. I'm a teenager-like you. I have the same teen rights as you. So you, can ask me."

"You parrot! Get yourself in the car!" Michael opened the car door. Laughing, Luna went inside the car. Michael rolled his eyes to the sky and got into the driver's seat.

Michael gripped the steering wheel. He looked to his left. He could see the Crusaders watching them. Michael got out his phone and dialed Latoya's number.

"Michael, where are you? Are you still with Chantelle?" Latoya's voice sounded very concerned.

"Chantelle's at the hospital," Michael inwardly sighed knowing that Latoya would start with her irritating interrogation.

"Oh my god! Is she alright? What happened?"

"She got hit with a baseball bat-by a stranger," Michael tapped his ring on the steering wheel, wanting to get straight to the point of why he called her.

"Send her my love. Gosh, I hope she'll be ok!"

"Ok, ok. I get it," Michael's tone sounded a bit rude. Michael felt apologetic-he didn't mean to sound that way.

"Sorry. Look, Toya I need you to do a big favour for me," Michael glanced at the Crusaders.

"What is it?"

"I need you to lie to Luna's Dad. Tell him that Luna is spending the night at our house. If he calls on any phone, make sure you're the one to get it. Especially on Katherine's," Michael's voice switched to a professional tone.

"Michael, why? And where are you? It's practically midnight!"

Michael didn't care if it was midnight, nearly midnight or nearly morning. His plan needed to work. He was sure it would work.

"Latoya, I wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't important," Michael said quietly.

Latoya didn't answer for a few seconds. "Fine. I'll do it. Just make sure you're back here soon."

Michael didn't answer to Latoya's request of being back. He would be gone for a long time. And he knew.

"You also need to tell Mother that I'm with Chantelle at the hospital. Tell her that I was determined to stay with her no matter what-so the nurses let me."

"And you're not determined to stay with her now?"

"Don't try to be smart Latoya. Remember what I said. I'll see you later," Michael was near to disconnecting the call.

"Alright. Bye."

Michael disconnected the call. He finally stopped drumming his finger which had his ring on it. His agitation had worn away.