The Teacher Is Mine (Michael Jackson)

Chapter Four; Snap! Snap! Paparazzi's Attack! Part 1

Michael's Pov

I drive down the highway and bite my lip in deep thought.

How could I be so stupid?

This was my student, not some girl I met at a party! It doesn't feel right to get into a relationship with her even if it was an option. Tara has been quiet the whole 45 minute ride and I don't know what to say. She leans forward and turns the radio on.

"You are Not Like Anybody I Ever Knew.
But That Do Not Mean That I Do Not Know Where We Are
And Though I Find Myself Attracted To You.
This Time I am trying Not To Go Too Far, Cause..."

I tense up and turn the volume up. I swear to god if this is my song I'm gonna throw a brick at someone.

"No matter how it starts it ends the same.
Someone's always doing someone more.
Trading in the passion for that taste of pain.
It's only gonna happen again..."

"What the hell!" I blurt out in a rage. That's my song! I speed to the studio and run inside. "Where's Quincy?" I demand, looking at the receptionist. "R-room 7." I rush down the hallway and push the door open. "What the hell happened?"

"Mike, I didn't know you were coming in today... Wait what are you talking about?" He walks out of the recording booth and places a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off and start pacing around the room. "Someone leaked my song! I wasn't even sure if I want a music career. Now I don't have a choice."

"Don't be dramatic, you always have a choice. Besides you already released Billie Jean and that's ensured you a music career if you want it." Quincy says giving me a smile. I glare at him and fall back on the couch. "I guess but I wasn't planning on it happening this way." He sits next to me chuckling. "Does life ever go as planned? Take advantage of the situation don't let it define your career."

"Excuse me?" I glance up and feel my heart race. Tara. How could I forget?

Tara's Pov

I felt so awkward after Michael kissed me... I've had a crush on him for years but for that to happen felt like a dream. My thoughts were becoming overwhelming and I couldn't handle it anymore. I lean forward and turn the radio on looking for a distraction.

A song I've never heard before starts playing and it's really catchy. Perfect. I start bobbing my head to the music and look out the window at New York as we drove by. "What the hell?" I look at Michael in surprise and see him fuming. Did I miss something? He stomps on the accelerator and I'm too taken back to even talk.

I start biting my nails and glancing out the car. Where are we going? I'm so nervous right now that I could be sick any second...

After a few minutes of reckless driving Michael parks outside some big, prestigious looking building and storms inside. "Michael" I start to yell but drift off noticing the paparazzi surrounding the car. Crap.

I debate whether I should just wait for Michael here but things are getting crazy. They started banging on the windows and demanding to see Michael. I hesitate and open the door quickly getting out. I'm still wearing the coat and glasses Michael gave me.

Who are you?

Where's Michael?

Are you his girlfriend?

I wave shyly and start speed walking across the parking lot. They start charging at me and I trip down a stair to the entry. "FUCK!" I hiss in pain and sit up slowly. "Miss are you okay?" An older man asks. He crouches down and offers me a hand. I take it and try to stand up but my leg gives out. It was too painful. He catches me and smiles. "I don't think I can walk... my ankle hurts." He looks down and nods. "Let me help you inside."

I'm not really in a position to say no, so I nod and slip my shoes off. I wrap one arm around him and hold them in the other and start limping inside. "So um... what's your name?" I finally ask weakly smiling. "Oh it's David, sorry I forgot to mention that." He pauses laughing a little and looks down at me. "A face as pretty as yours needs a name to match." I blush and look away as we walk, well hobble into the building. "Thanks... I'm Tara."

"I knew it." I don't say anything but look at David again. That's the first time I noticed his eyes. One was blue and the other was green. They're so unique and beautiful.

"Tara." I snap out of my thoughts and see him calling me. "Um yeah?" He smiles and points to the receptionist. "What room are you looking for?" She asks politely. "Oh...I'm not actually sure, I'm looking for Michael Jackson." She nods and hesitates. "Is he expecting you?" She looks at me critically as if she's suspicious. "I guess? We came here together."

"I'm sorry but he's busy at the moment." She snaps before looking back at the computer.

Rude bitch.

"Angela, I need to speak to Michael. What room is he in?" The receptionist, or Angela gives David an evil glare and mutters "room 7." He gives her a sweet but sarcastic smile and we start walking down the hallway.

Why did she tell him where to find Michael? Wasn't he just some random guy? I didn't see the difference between him knowing or me knowing. Whatever.

"David?" He looks up at me and smiles. "Yeah?." I shake my head feeling stupid for asking but do anyway. "Where are we?" He raises an eyebrow at me like he can't believe I don't know. "Only the best recording studio in New York City. I thought you'd know considering you're here with Michael. He's the most famous new singer there is right now. He's really giving me a run for my money." He laughs and pushes the door open for me before I can say anything.

"Excuse me?" David says loudly. For the first time since walking into the room I look up. I look around seeing someone sitting on a couch who I don't recognise. Then I lock eyes with Michael and feel myself blush crimson.

To be continued...

Authors Note

YASSS I UPDATED!

Sorry to cut the chapter short but I am so tired right now. I've always wanted to include a certain person into my books. (Props if you can guess who) I'll publish Part 2 ASAP but in the meantime please

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