Michael Jackson Imagines

Hating You To Loving You (Invincible Era)

*Flashback In Michael's P.O.V*

I walk into the school cafeteria and sit with my friends.

"What's up, boys?" I reach inside Elliot's box, my mate who was sitting across from me, taking a French fry.

"Nothing, just making after-school plans; want to join?" Chris enquires and then starts to eat his sandwich.

"Sure, depends on what it is." I raise my eyebrow at him.

"We're going to see a movie at around 6 this evening. We'll choose the movie when we get there of course." I roll my eyes at them.

"Why don't we do something else? Like rate the girls that go past us? We might even get lucky." I smirk at them. I've done this for a few months and flirted with a few girls, girls love bad boys and I guess you could say I'm a bad boy.

"Seriously Mike, we don't like doing that with you." Chris barks.

"Yeah and every time (Y/N) walks by, you make fun of her. In fact, you do it so bad that she doesn't want to show her face here." Elliot speaks up.

"That's a good thing." I simply reply as I slump back into my chair.

"What the hell, Mike?" Chris stands up from his chair slamming his fists down on the table.

"Are you standing up for her Chris?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Of course I am! And if you must know, I'm actually thinking of asking her to prom." My eyes widen at him.

"You're what!?" I exclaim.

"Uh, I gotta go, I'll see you after school Chris." Elliot quickly gathers his belongings and leaves the canteen. Chris is still in my line of sight as I wait for a response.

"Look, Mike. I like (Y/N), I think she's beautiful and I think you're an ass towards her. Our friendship is over." With that, Chris walked off with his things.

*End of Flashback*

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I just got off a terrible shift at work; even though it was only from 9 to 5, it seemed like overtime. I simply got up from my desk, walked outside and waited patiently. Janet said she would arrange for a member of the family to pick me up; I bloody well hope it won't be Michael.

I remember all the times he bullied me in college. I will never go back to those times. Michael used to make up rumours about me, take my bag and run off with it, thank goodness there was nothing personal in there and then sometimes he would prank me.

I don't know what I would do If I saw him again. After I left college, I gave myself a makeover. I removed my hairband, took off my glasses, started wearing makeup and changed my wardrobe look, it was the best decision I ever made in my life.

My phone, out of nowhere, started to ring so I took it out of my pocket and looked at it. It was Janet calling me. I answered the call.

"Hi Janet. What's the plan?" I start. I knew what she was calling about.

"(Y/N), I'm calling to let you know that Randy is coming to get you." I sighed in relief that it wasn't Michael.