Cause you're the one for me.

*PART3*

*School*
I fiddled with the curls on my head and tugged my dress down, then fanning myself hysterically as my class chatted to each other. The bell hasn't gone so class wont start for at least another few minutes. I looked around helplessly, my eye catching my guitar that rests against the cardboard at the back, all tuned and wiped clean. I hope and I wish that we've practice enough to impressed him.I let out a deep breath and raised my hand, suddenly ushering them to be quiet.
" Well- We all know that we are having a special visitor right? That means?"
" We all have to behave to the best of our ability" my class replied. I nodded my head and turned to the board, slowly writing down multiplication sums. I was halfway when the door opened, making me jump and drop then chalk. " aaah shit" i exclaimed bending down.
" Language Miss Garcia" Lennon hissed. He was the head of the school, me and him weren't on great terms.
A young tall man emerged from behind him, followed by two security guys. He was wearing a sort of black military suit, that had a red arm band round the right of his arm. He was dressed in all black of course , his long skinny legs gently trudging to the front. He wore these black aviators but gently took them off, revealing the most gorgeous breath taking brown eyes. The corners of his eyes wrinkling as he smiled.He looked round the class room , his beautiful caramel skin , shining flawlessly under the room lights. He held his hands out, revealing long bony fingers that somehow, made my heart stop. I held my breathe and clasped my hands together.
" class?"
My classroom immediately stood up and looked towards him.
" Good morning Mr Michael Jackson!" They all chimed.
His eyes swivelled round the room and caught mine, his eyes burning into my soul.
" No please, call me Michael"he smiled.