[MJ Fanfiction] Whatever Happens (Sequel to "What Happened That Day")

Part 19: Blackmail

June's point of view

As I was watching Michael leaving my appartment, I took a quick glance at Pit, who nodded with a worried look on his face, telling me to go after Michael. I knew he would handle Alex perfectly and make him leave, I trusted him about this. I took a look at Alex, who stared at me with a threatening look in his face.

"You have two choices," Alex declared, looking at me straight in the eyes. "You can go after him and make a fool of yourself by pushing people away for someone you can't have, or you can decide to let him go and be with me, the only person who will ever be able to understand you," Alex offered, leaving his sarcastic tone. "Make the good choice."

"Pit, buddy," I called, not leaving Alex's stare after two seconds of relexion,  "please take the trash out of my home."

Alex looked at me in disbelief, and in a split second, his all demeanor changed, and anger was written all over his face.

"You can't play with people's heart like you do, June! I'm not a fucking puppet you can fuck and throw away, you slut!" Alex called after me, while I ran outside, running down the stairs to catch up with Michael.

I called his name multiple times to drag his attention, but he never turned around, and kept walking towards the car.

"Michael, please stop walking!" I yelled, running after him. "Michael! Please!" I said, and I stopped running for a moment.

However, Michael kept walking, and got in the passenger's seat in his car, and Bill in the driver's seat. I ran towards the car, and put myself in front of it so Bill had no other choices but to stay there.

"I'm not moving until you hear what I have to say!" I yelled, resting my hands on the black Rolls Royce.

Michael got out of his car, and didn't even look at me. His eyes were glued to the ground. "I don't have time for this."

"Michael, look at me," I gently said, a little bit breathless. "Please."

"I can't even look at you right now," he spoke in a low voice.

"Michael," I sighed heavily, and made my way up to him.

I lifted his chin up so he can meet my face, but he never allow himself to look at me in the eyes.

"Alex is nothing to me. Damn, the guy is stalking me! He can't stand the idea of someone turning him down," I said, looking at him even though he didn't look back at me. "This guy is proud, and presumptuous, and I thought he changed, but he just showed me he didn't. I don't want him. I never wanted him."

"Because if he showed you he really changed, you could have wanted him? You could have been with him after everything we said to each other last night?" Michael asked, now looking at me with just pure sadness and hurt in his beautiful brown eyes.

"What? No! Never! How can you think something like this?"

"Are you kidding?" he asked me like I was crazy. "I heard everything! You said that he was perfection, that you didn't know why you were so into someone as immature as I am. You're not being honest with me and with yourself," he said, and tried to go back in the car.

"Why is this so damn hard for you to believe me those days?" I asked, watching him go back in his car.

"Because I can't trust you," he said, and tried to close his car door.

I grabbed his arm firmly so he doesn't close his door, and he stopped, looking down at my firm grip on his left forearm.

"Let go of me."