❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡The Teacher|Part Two♡

"And that'll be all for today," you smiled at the children as you brought the day's lesson to an end. Several parents were already waiting outside the classroom, ready to take their children home. The children all stood up, walking out of the room. You began to organize the papers at the desk before Prince and Paris walked up to you.

"(Y/N)?" Paris frowned a little. You looked up, smiling widely at your two favorite students.

"Yes?" you raised an eyebrow slightly, like you always did when you were waiting for someone to answer a question.

Paris opened her mouth to say something, but the sound of knocking, at the open classroom door, interrupted her. You turned your head, and widened your eyes slightly when you saw Michael. He had a small smile on his face, and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his pants.

"Hi," he addressed you before looking at his children. They ran up to him, hugging him. He chuckled and embraced them, clearly happy to see them. "Go and wait in the car," he whispered to them, and they obeyed - running out.

Once they had disappeared, Michael directed his full attention to you as he walked into the classroom.

"Hi," you smiled awkwardly, feeling nervous.

"Hi," he responded. "Again," he laughed, making you do the same.

"Uh...there was...something that-"

"I meant to ask you in the morning," he cut you off, making you nod.

"Yeah,"

"Well I.....I wanted to....ask...you out on a date," he grimaced a little. "Agh, it's been so long, I can't remember how to ask a woman out properly," he shook his head a little.

Your heart began to race. Was this really happening?

"A date?" you frowned a little, folding your arms nervously. "Like...a...romantic date?"

Michael stared at you for a brief second before nodding.

"A romantic date," he clarified.

You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. Going out on a date with your students' parent didn't seem ethical, but you liked Michael a great deal.

"I'd....like to," you nodded shyly.

"Really?" his eyes sparkled a little.

"Yeah," you responded. "I'd very much like to go out on a date with you,"

"Great," he broke into a wide grin. "Shall I pick you up tonight?" he proposed. "At seven?"

"Tonight?" you gawked a little, glancing at your wrist watch. It was three in the afternoon, giving you enough time to get ready. "Okay," you looked back up at Michael.

"Wonderful, I'll pick you up at seven," he chuckled. "I have your address from the business card that you gave me when Prince and Paris first started here," he informed you before waving and walking out.

You stood there in shock.

You were going to go out on a date with Michael Jackson.

~•♡•~

You stood before the full length mirror in your bedroom, admiring the dress that you had on. Your makeup was stunning, and your hair sat in soft curls. Your blue dress stopped at your knees, and you truly were a vision. You looked like something out of a magazine.

You glanced at your elegant wrist watch, noting that the time was five to seven. Michael would have been at your house any moment now.

Biting your red lip, you stared at your reflection, debating as to whether or not you should have worn a necklace.

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking at the front door. You knew that it was Michael. You took in a deep breath before rushing out of the room, being sure to shut the door behind you. You ran down the stairs after slipping on your beautiful pair of ballet flats. Once you got to the door, you opened it quickly.

Sure enough, Michael was there.

"Wow," he breathed when he saw you. "I was wrong to think that you couldn't be more beautiful than you already are," he remarked, making you blush.

"Thank you," you laughed shyly.

"Shall we go?" he held his hand out to you like a true gentleman.

"Yeah, let me just go get my purse," you spoke before turning around and running up the staircase again. You opened the bedroom door and dashed in, grabbing your purse that was laying on the bed. In the blink of an eye, you were dashing down the staircase again, purse in hand.

"Let's go," you smiled at Michael, walking out of the house and shutting the door behind you.

~•♡•~

The restaurant that Michael had taken you to was amazing. The service was wonderful, and he had hired the entire place, just for the two of you. He had been a pure gentleman, and you couldn't have been happier to be on a date with him.

The two of you were seated at the table, and conversation was flowing.

"Well, (Y/N), I have to admit that you're very smart," Michael chuckled. "I've never been more surprised in my entire life,"

"Gee, I hope that's a good thing," you responded with a goofy smile.

"It is," he nodded. "I'm very impressed," he grinned.

You laughed, taking a sip of your wine before setting the glass down again.

"I'm glad that we could spend some time alone together," he remarked. "The media is always following me, and privacy hasn't always been a friend of mine,"

You grimaced a little before nodding in understanding.

Suddenly, the two of you heard the sounds of people knocking against the glass windows. You turned your head, and your eyes widened when you saw that the paparazzi had arrived.

"Oh shit," Michael mumbled. "We need to get out of here. Unfortunately, I spoke too soon,"

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I know this sucked!
I'm sorry!
Lots of love!
Isha♡
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