The Music Teacher [A Michael Jackson story]

Practice

Hannah's POV

I put on my tight black shorts, well they're more like spandex shorts. I sat on my bed as I covered my breasts with my sports bra, then putting my green athletic tank top on. I put my tennis shoes on and went into my moms room.

"Momma I'm leaving" I said

"Okay baby, have fun at practice, please wear lots of sunscreen" she said

"Okay I said" I said

***

I pulled into the high school parking lot. I walked into the band room to find Mr. Jackson wasn't there yet. Just as I walked in, Blane, my gay best friend, came over to me.

"Oh girl, your booty be popping with them shorts on" He said

"Thanks babe" I said while poking my butt out

"So Mr. Jackson is a finee man. Mhmm I would love to have some of that" Blane said

"No way he's like old."

"Girl you just mad because he made fun of your shortness"

I rolled my eyes and held my middle finger up at him.

"Should you be using that finger Mrs. Ryles?" A A familiar voice said

I turned around to see Mr. Jackson, he had on blue jeans, a white t-shirt that showed his toned muscles well, and a black touristy looking hat.

I put my hands behind my back.

"Should you be this late?" I asked

Everyone began laughing and babbling words like "oh she got him" and "OHHH".

"Good one, now you can see me after practice" he said

"Oh shit" Blane said

I squinted my eyes at him. What the fuck is wrong with him? Is he just out to get me? I squinted my eyes at him, then turned and walked away.

Michael's POV

"Anybody else wanna say anything?" I said

Everyone shook their heads. I watched Hannah as she walked away. Why does she have to be a smart mouth? I wasn't even going to get her in trouble about her finger if she hadn't mouthed me back.

"Okay everyone, make sure you have plenty of sunscreen on, before we go outside, and lots of water" I said

***

We began practicing I watched Hannah as she directed the color guard.

"Girls, let me see the first 16 counts" I said

Hannah rolled her eyes

"5,6,7,8" Hannah counted off

I watched their flags move in sync. Hannah smiled while she performed.

"Okay stop" I said

They did as I said. Hannah's smile wiped off her face as she leaned to one side of her hip, with her eyebrows frowning.

"That's good, but not all of you guys are smiling while performing, you look like you just died. Hannah's the only one doing it. Hannah, make sure you have them practice that"

She rolled her eyes again.

"Oh are you our guard director?" A girl mouthed off

I ignored it and went back to the whole band and continued practicing.

***

I waited in my office for Hannah. I tapped my fingers looking at the clock. Finally, I saw her walk in the door.