❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥School Teacher(Bad Era)-Part Two♥

You.

I breathe heavily as Michael pulls away from me. I pull him back in to kiss me again but he stops me and keeps me in my place firmly.

"Stop," he breathes.

"Why?" I pout as I look into his brown eyes.

After that incident in the classroom, Michael and I had sort of a 'thing'. And by 'thing'...I mean we'd always be staring at each other during classes and he always 'accidentally' brushed his hand by my waist or by my arm.

Evidently, the attraction grew and here we are. In the empty classroom. After school. 

How lovely.

The worst part is, he'll leave tomorrow. He was only to teach us for a week.

"It's not right," he shakes his head. "I'm supposed to be your teacher,"

"You're not exactly my teacher, you know..." I roll my eyes at his ridiculous comment. "You're going to be leave tomorrow anyways..." I shrug and he continues to shake his head.

"No..that's not the point," he breathes. "We shouldn't be doing this," he sighs. "Whether I'm your teacher or not,"

"Are you serious?" you frown. "Stop being stupid Michael!" you scoff as you push him away from you. "You're done...like...officially done with the school. The arrangement is over," I enunciate loudly. "You don't have to be worried,"

"That's not my point (Y/N)..." he trails off. "You're still a student," 

"I'm eighteen," I fold my arms as I look at him skeptically. "I'm of legal age to consent to a relationship," I scoff.

"That's the problem (Y/N)," he shrugs. "You're eighteen and you're naive," 

"So?" you raise your eyebrow.

"This," he gestures to him and I. "Is never going to happen, you know that right?"

My face falls as I gasp slightly.

"What do you mean? This is nothing to you?" I frown.

"See," he pinches the bridge of his nose in slight annoyance. "This is what I mean," 

"What are you talking about?!" I snap.

"You think we're in a relationship?" he looks at me with a quizzical expression.

"No, at least not yet," I shrug.

"No (Y/N). Listen," he sighs. "we can't do anything...okay? We can't be together...it's just not possible," 

"What do you mean?!" I throw my hands in the air out of frustration because I'm so confused.

"I mean we've only been messing around these past two days!" he yells a little and I freeze. "Those kisses and those glances...they don't mean anything. They just..." he shakes his head. "they can't mean anything,"

"Why not?" I tear up a little.

"Because..." he trails off. "You seem to forget that I'm not your teacher (Y/N). I'm Michael Jackson. The guy they call a weirdo," he scoffs. "I'm the sole target of the media's scrutiny..." 

"So what? That doesn't mean you and I can't..." I trail off. "I really like you," 

"Yes, I like you as well but it's not that simple," he looks at me sternly. "It just can't happen,"

"So...what?" you whisper as you avoid his eyes. "That's it?"

"That's it," he says firmly as he walks out of the empty classroom, leaving you in despair.