Partners {Michael Jackson}

II

Y/N

"UGH! I can't stand him." I punched the air imagining it's Michael Jack-ass' face. We've known each other since Kindergarten. We used to be best of friends. Then all of a sudden, our friendship had a downfall. I don't understand why it happened, but ever since... I don't even know. And quite frankly, I don't care.

Chelsea shook her head. "Just be glad it's senior year. Once we walk across that stage, we're out! Which means you'll never see Michael again." she tried to cheer me up. It's helping. A little. The bell rings. It's time to go to first period.

"I'm thinking about skipping." I groaned looking at the clock. Only three minutes before class begin. Ok.. I just wasted about fifteen seconds. I need to think. Twenty seconds...

"No, Y/N... no! You're not going to let that jerk get into you. You're way better than that! Now get to class. I'll see you in History." Chelsea said walking away. She's right! She's absolutely right! Though I can't stand him, I can tolerate his behavior. He's lucky chorus is my favorite class. Oh shit... I only have one minute before I be late! And it's on the other side of the hall... FUCK!

I ran as fast as I could. Not caring who sees me. I'm just halfway there. I cut the corner with only seconds left before the bell rings. Soon as it did, I made it. Woo! "Oh, thank God! Thank you, Jesus." I sighed in relief.

"Ah, praying before the beginning of class, Ms. L/N?" Mr. Quincy Jones, my music teacher asked chuckling. The class chuckled as well. I giggled softly. "Um, sorry sir." "Oh no need to say sorry... it's never too late to praise the man upstairs. Now go on and pick a seat and we'll begin class." Mr. Jones said.

As I take my seat, I noticed Michael not here. Huh... I guess we're not in the same class. Hallelujah!!! "Here you go, Mr. Jones." Oh no... I spoke too soon. Dammit!!

Michael handed some papers to the teacher. Such a teacher's pet. He makes me sick to the core. "Thanks, Mike. Go ahead and take a seat behind Ms. L/N." Over my dead beautiful body!! "Certainly." he said looking at my way. Why the fuck are you looking at me? Wish I had laser eyes to zap your eyes.

Michael winked at me before taking a seat. Ugh, kill me now.

45 minutes later...

"So... as I was saying, Jazz..." Before Mr. Jones could say anything, the bell had rung. The class included myself began packing up when, Mr. Jones stopped us. "Wait a minute... I need to give you all your final project." Most of the students groaned a little. I, for one, don't mind his project.

"Ok... your last and final project is... making an original song. It can be anything you want it to be. Happy... sad... funny... even sexy. And the week before finals, I want you AND your partner to perform it in front of the class." Mr. Jones explained. Partners you don't say? Hmm ok... I can choose my partner. But who can I choose?

"And don't worry, I'll assign your partner." he said. Oh.. just as long as it's not Jack-ass... I'm fine.

Halfway through the partnering... it was finally my turn. "Y/N... you'll be partners with... Michael." Michael? I stood up. "Michael?" I questioned. Everyone, including Michael looked at me. "Is there a problem?" "Um... is there a possible way that I could switch partners?"

"What's wrong with Mr. Jackson?" Mr. Jones raised a brow. "We really don't get along and.... I don't want our disliking for each other to give me a bad grade." I explained. Mr. Jones chuckled. "I see. Let me explain something to you about music. There's going to be obstacles. Instead of cheating your way out, stick with it and just suck it up. You don't have to like Mr. Jackson. But I assigned you to be his partner. Either that... or fail the class. Your choice." Shit.. I failed.

"Fine." I mumbled. "What was that?" "Yes, sir." I huffed.

"Alright... class is dismissed."

Chapter 3 is up next....