❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Doubt(Thriller Era)♥

A/N: This is a request from Litty_mikay ...I'm so sorry if it didn't suit your expectations *nervous laugh*
I tried my best :)

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"Oh! Michael's so cute!" your classmate, Luisa, swoons as Michael Jackson walks by the open ground with several of his male friends.

You scoff and shake your head as you watch him pass. "Yeah but he's a player," you shrug.

"You don't know that for sure though," Luisa wiggles her eyebrows.

"Oh trust me," you roll your eyes. "I do,"

"Well..." Luisa shrugs. "Yeah...I got nothing," she giggles as she realizes that her statement isn't going anywhere.

You hum in response as you hug your books closer to your chest.

"Well.." you breathe. "Class is about to start, I suggest we go get organized..."

"Yeah," Luisa says dully, resenting the thought of school in general. "I guess we should,"

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You fiddle with your various school books in your locker, furrowing your eyebrows as you attempt to pick out the appropriate books for the class you're to proceed to.

"English..." you mutter to yourself, trying to find your English books. 

You groan as several books fall from their neat pile and you huff as you pick them up and sort them out again.

"Are you seriously kidding me?" you whisper to yourself, taking a quick glance at your wrist watch - noting that only five minutes are left until English period.

As you continue to hurriedly sort through your books, you hear several girls along the corridor squeal and you frown at the sudden commotion. 

You turn your head slightly to see Michael walking through the corridor, flashing a wide smile at the group of enthusiastic girls. 

"Michael!" one of them calls out, waving vigorously in an attempt to gain his attention.

Michael notices the girl and walks up to her, commencing to engage in a rather flirtatious conversation with her.

"Yuck," you whisper to yourself, turning your attention back to your stationary. 

From the corner of your eye, you see Michael brush the girls arm with his fingers. You scoff inwardly as the rest of the girl's friends squeal rather loudly at the attention Michael's directing at her.

You sigh as you finally attain your English books, grabbing them gently and closing your locker - a little too loudly. You inhale sharply as you hear Michael excuse himself softly.

Turning around, your eyes widen as you spot Michael standing right in front of you. 

What the actual hell?

"Mikayla," he says softly with a smile. "Hi,"

"Hi," you say coldly, attempting to brush past him. 

He blocks your path quickly, however, not being rough with his actions. His hand rests softly on your upper arm and you instantly pull away. You notice that he's a little saddened at your distaste for him but you brush it off - mentally lecturing yourself not to give in to his charms or feel sorry for him.