❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Bet(Bad Era)♥

A/N: This was a request from Moonwalker1999x....thank you so much for asking me to write for ya! ♥

Also...Michael isn't famous in this one soooo yeah.
It most probably sucked but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.

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You huff as you walk across the school grounds quickly, clutching your books close to your chest. You groan slightly as you see your crush making enthusiastic conversation with some other girl.

"Whatever," you whisper to yourself and continue to walk.

Michael Jackson happened to be this one boy you liked - well almost loved - in school. 

He was a handsome young boy with a beautiful skin tone that happened to catch your eye when you first saw him - subsequently gaining some sort of control over your heart; as ridiculous as it may have sounded.

You finally enter the school corridors and you take a deep breath as you make your way to your locker, trying to forget the sight you'd just come across earlier.

Despite the fact that you basically adored Michael; you had to admit that he was a bit of a flirt - which, in turn, was utterly annoying for you.

"Well well, if it isn't the brains of our economics class," you hear Michael's familiar voice behind you and you roll your eyes as you turn around to face him.

"What do you want?" you ask lowly, trying to not to blush in front of him.

"Nothing," he shrugs nonchalantly. "I just saw you and decided to say hi," 

"And that's how you say hi?" you scoff.

"Maybe," he shrugs again, winking as he does so. "Besides, you should take that cardigan off...red looks great on you..... on it's own," he teases, referring to the black cardigan you have on, over your red dress.

"Whatever," you mutter as everyone giggles at his cheeky comment. "Can you stop being annoying for once?" you say quietly, turning back around to close your locker.

"Never," he says in your ear and your eyes widen as you turn around to see him smirking. He moves away and instantly bears an innocent expression. "Well," he says, turning to walk to his class. "I'd better go,"

You groan as you see him walk off, and Luisa - your best friend -  walks up to you quickly.

"What was that all about?" she giggles lightly and you fold your arms in annoyance.

"Michael," you scoff. "Bothering me again,"

"Girl," Luisa smiles slyly as she sees your red cheeks. "He likes you,"

"What?" you ask, looking at her with slightly wide eyes. "No way..."

"Trust me..." she shrugs. "He does. Maybe you should tell him how you feel," she wiggles her eyebrows and you wave her off.

"Yeah right," you mutter sarcastically. "Now..... can we get to math class now? I don't want to be late,"

"Yes ma'am,"

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"So this is very similar to an exponential graph," Mr. Lincolns, your monotonous math teacher, continues to drag on.

You sigh and struggle to keep your eyes open. Being in Mr. Lincolns' class was torture because he was so boring - but the minute anyone fell asleep; his eyes would become that of a hawk's.