Panther Jackson [MJ FanFiction]

Chapter 6: I'm calling you tonight

A gasp left from her lips.

"Fired? But Mr. Ross you know how much I need this job!" She squeals. "Then work out this situation, right now!" He scoffs. She sighs and turns towards me. I look at her dead in the face. "Him, he's mine." I say seriously.

"Who's yours?" Mr. Ross asks raising a brow at me.

"Someone sir, now let us work this out." I rebut and turn my head back to Julia. "Deal, but with one condition." She adds. "Fine, and what's that?" I questioned.

She's really trying it again.

She looks at me then Mr. Ross and finally back at me, hesitantly she leans in and whispers in my ear "You work one shift for me." lowly. I pulled back and looked at her.

"Deal, now this is over." I nod and we look at Ross. "Since now everything is placed. Get out of my office." Mr. Ross commented.

We both nod and turn for the door. "Fucking jerk." I whisper lowly and turn the knob leaving the office.

I look around for Michael, but he was no where to be found. I sigh and walks towards the bar. "Hey Tom, where Michael go?" I ask biting my bottom lip for a answer. He laughs and hands me a piece of paper.

"He told me to give that to you once you come out the office. Oh and he's sorry he had to leave early." Tom giggles. I gave him a good glare.

"Don't worry I didn't peek at anything." He giggles again. I smile a bit and unfold the paper that was folded in half.

Call me
213-777-0929
Michael Jackson

I smiled like an idiot. Talk about next time.

"Mar, I think he's a really good guy." Tom smiles, cleaning the bar. "I know so do I. Do you think we can be a thing?" I asked blushing deeply thinking my cheeks would turn blood red.

"I don't know, but I hope!" He laughs and continues. "Me too." I sigh loudly.

Then it hit me.

Michael Jackson

His last name is Jackson! I giggled and looked up at Tom. "His last name is Jackson." I bit my lip.

"Oooh. We got a Mrs. Jackson right here." Tom jokes. I bust out laughing. "Yeah, right." I roll my eyes while laughing.

"So what that bitch say?" He ask. "I told her that Michael was mine. And we made a deal." I smirked. "She wanted a catch too so, I have to work a shift for her." I added.

"Oh hell, she's so ugh. I can't even explain how much I hate her. She was trying to steal this man I had my eyes on." Tom growls. She's just that type.

"Tell me about it." I roll my eyes again.

I have a feeling it was all her and Brittany's idea calling me the biggest slut of LA. While they're both sluts themselves, wow such hypocrites.

I shake my head and sigh again for who knows what time. Is it bad that I already miss Michael? I can't wait to call him.

~

I check out my shift and leave the lounge. I walk my way home with no interruptions, thank god. I pulled out my keys and inserted them into the key hole, turning the key. The door opens and I walk in, closing it behind me.

It's pitch black, and I can't see anything. I make my way to the light switch with my hands out, flipping the switch on. "Damn, that was dark." I mumble taking off my coat. "It was damn right." Someone said.

I look around quickly with my eyes about to pop of my head. "W-what? W-who are you?" I shriek. There was no reply. I grab a knife and walk around holding it with my life. I walk around the whole house checking it about twice.

There was absolutely no one. I close all my windows and lock them, so with my doors. Did I imagine someone saying that?

Am I crazy? A psycho?

I though the knife into the sink in frustration and confusion. I swear I heard someone in my house with me!!
That's it, I'm insane. Self diagnosed.

I walk up my stairs dreadfully into my bathroom. I take a good look in the mirror. "You're not crazy Mar." I whisper. "Michael wouldn't wanna be with a crazy slut." My mirror reflection replied.

Damn, that was dark

It was damn right

W-what? W-who are you?

Absolutely no one

You're not crazy Mar

Michael wouldn't wanna be with a crazy slut.

A crazy slut...

A crazy slut....

A crazy slut.....

~

"Mar! Wake up! We're closing!!" I hear a voice scream. I shoot my head up and gasp. "What are you talking about?" I yell and look around. "Why aren't I home?" I add.

"Cause you're still here at work. At the lounge." Tom giggles. I sigh loudly and thank god heavily. "Some dream you had." Tom laughed. "Tell me about it." I mumble covering my face.

I sit up off the stool and grab my coat from the employees only room, with Tom behind me. "God how long have I been sleeping?" I ask rubbing my eyes. "For about thirty minutes." He shakes his head laughing. "Oh man." I laugh joining him.

Did that dream mean something? Or was it just a dream or a nightmare? I can't think straight.

I check out of my shift, and we leave the lounge. "Bye Mar, see you tomorrow gal." Tom smiles and walks off. "Tom wait!" I yell causing him to turn around. "What? What's wrong?" He asks confused.

"Walk me home please. Or even spend the night." I mumble. He starts laughing and walks over to me. "Mar, what's wrong with you?" He asks again.
"Just shut up and walk me home!" I roll my eyes and grab him by the arm.

"Okay! Okay! Damn Mar!" He yells laughing and walks with me towards my house.

I'm calling you tonight Michael, for sure...

A/N: HEY BABIES!!! HOW WAS THIS CHAPTER? WHAT ARE YOU'RE THOUGHTS? IS MAR REALLY CRAZY? LMFAO. IS SOMEONE REALLY GONNA BREAK IN? STAY TUNED AND TAKE CARE, LOVE YALL. ❤️