Imagine that you were 20 and Michael is 25.
As the day drew to a close, the classroom emptied out, leaving only Michael, the professor, and me behind. Just as Michael was gathering his belongings to leave, the professor motioned for him to stay a while longer.
"Y/N, there's something I need to discuss with you," the professor began. "Your History teacher expressed concerns about your grades, and in light of that, Michael will be your tutor for the remainder of the year. Your performance in other subjects has been excellent, Y/N."
I was completely taken aback. The guy I had a crush on was now going to be my tutor? No way!
On our way home, though, we ended up chatting, and I realized he was actually really enjoyable to talk to.
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Later, at home...
"Michael, just wait here for a moment. I'll go change, and then we can sort out things," I said with a smile, motioning towards my desk.
As I turned away, I closed my eyes, trying to steady my racing thoughts. I wasn't sure if this tutoring arrangement would be effective. I knew I'd be utterly captivated by his presence, which could easily become distracting, especially given his, um, attractive physique.
Suddenly, a startled squeal escaped my lips as I felt Michael's presence near me, checking if I was okay.
Oh boy, this was going to be hard one!
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Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)
Fanfiction⚠️Grammatical Errors Fixed⚠️ (2017 book re-imagined) Short stories between you and Michael. Scenes are revised and additional chapters are published.
