Partners {Michael Jackson}

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January 6th, 1984:

Y/N

It's finally here! I have six more months until I graduate. Then I'm out! Life can't get any better than this. Last year to be around boring ass teachers, snobby bitches, and disgusting jocks. Well minus my boyfriend of 2 years, Alex. He's the captain of both the football and basketball team. That's my man. Other than that, school is great! I'm considered the nicest and most thoughtful person you could ever meet. I don't know why. I give all people respect. Well, almost all.

There's this guy, Michael Jackson who I hate with a passion! He's such an asshole. He's like me, only less cuter. I'm mean he's good looking! It's just his attitude sucks. The sad thing about it is, Michael doesn't tell me why. I know, I know you probably thinking just forget him. But I can't!! We basically have the same classes together. I just don't understand him. I think he's my bully.

I walk inside my school to see my best friend, Chelsea waiting for me. We've been girlfriends since we were babies. "Chels!!" I yell for her. She glances up at me smiling. "Hey!" she runs towards me. We embrace each other as if we haven't seen one another in years. "Hey, girl! I missed you!" I choke my words. Chelsea giggles at my sensitivity. "You're such a baby! But I missed you too."

Both Chelsea and I went to my locker. Doing so, we discussed about or Christmas and stuff like that. "Oh my goodness! That was so sweet of him." I said grabbing my chorus book. "It really was. God I love him." Chelsea said smiling to herself about her boyfriend, Chad. He brought her a diamond bracelet for Christmas. I wish my boyfriend's like that. Damn...

"Ready for chorus?" "Hell no! I love the class. But I hate..." "Well... well... well. If it isn't the brat." Ugh.. I know that voice from anywhere. I turned around to see... Michael Jackson.

I slammed my locker door looking at him with disgust. He laughed. "Come on, Y/N. No hi or hello?" Michael asked. "How about... bye or get the hell out of my face." I stepped closer. I despised this idiot! Why must we have the same class right now? Help me!!

"Oh, Y/N...every time I see you... it's like you can't get enough of me." he smirked. "I would never look at you that way if you were that last boy on this Earth." I gritted my teeth. He stepped closer. "Is that so?" he questioned. I stepped even closer. "Oh I know so..."

"Y/N..." Chelsea called my name but I ignored her. Michael licked his lips pulling back. "You're so cute when you're mad." "And you'll be cuter if you never existed." I crossed my arms. "Hmm.. well said, Y/N. Whelp, I better be going.. I have chorus. Oh wait... you're in my class. See you then."

Michael waved at me walking pass my locker. I stuck my middle finger up in the air at him. "When and where,
Y/N?" he shouted. "In your dreams.. Jackson!!"

Ugh I fucking hate his ass!!!

Chapter 2 is up next.