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

Part 27: Misunderstanding

Michael's point of view

"Michael?" June called again. "What do you mean we have a problem?" she asked with worry in her voice.

I stayed mute for another few seconds, and tried to figure out a way to tell June what happened while she wasn't with me. I sighed heavily through the phone, and decided to finally speak up.

"I just hung up with Jessica."

"Why is this a problem? What did she want?"

"She said she received the pictures of you and I together."

"So what? She knew we'd be back together sooner or later. What's the big deal?"

"The person who sent those photos is not kidding. They're visibly ready to do anything to break us apart," I spoke in a low voice, rubbing my forehead with my free hand.

"I guess we shouldn't wait any longer for that public statement then," June declared, sighing.

"That's the problem. She doesn't want me to do it."

"What? We don't give a fuck what she wants or not; this is your life we're talking about here, not hers!"

"No. She has a point: this is her life too, we're talking about. This is going to be a huge change in her life, and paparazzi, or even my fans are going to go crazy once they know the truth. I don't want her to go through this."

"Excuse me, what?" she asked in a louder voice, visibly taken aback. "You don't want her to go through this? After she made your life a mess? Since when do we care about her?"

"Stop saying 'we', okay? This is my business here. I want to take care of things my way."

"And what is your way, exactly?"

"I'm not doing it," I declared, trying to sound confident.

"I may sound like a broken record, but... Excuse me, what?"

"You heard me. I'm not doing this because I don't want Jessica and Josh going through all the madness after the bomb I'll drop. I'll find another way."

"So, you're willing to jeopardize your image just to protect Jessica, while you keep repeating me how much you care about your reputation?" June asked, and then snorted sarcastically. "Very well!" she exclaimed, faking glee in her voice. "Then, have a good life, Mr. Jackson."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"What? You're breaking up with me, aren't you? Because, not doing the public statement means that we have to break up if you don't want the photos to be revealed. This is as simple as this."

"I told you I'll find another way! I'm not breaking up with you!" I protested, half-yelling.

"What in the –" she began, but trailed off with a sigh that let me know she was becoming irritated. "You know what, Michael? Do what you want. Like you said, this is your business, not mine. I gotta go back to work now."

"June wait," I pleaded through the phone, "please."

"You made your point clear to me. I'll see you around. Bye Michael," she sternly said before hanging up on me.

I put my phone back onto the black piano where I was seated, and ran my hands over my face, sighing heavily in annoyance. I knew this wasn't going to be easy to tell June, because I knew she would react just like this. I know her like the back of by hand. She has more temper than she used to have back in the days, but I like it. Well, most of the time. She's feistier, but she's more mature and wiser.