Fault In Our Stars (Michael Jackson)

Ch.12- Is This A Date?

Billie's POV

"So how was the exam?", Drew asked me.
"Bearable", I responded.
"So...", she bumped her skinny elbow into my arm.

" When is Ze Guy Coming?"
"Ah", I cried out. "Clearly, my arm has resembled some kind of punching bag to you right? ".
She giggled. She wore these huge sunglasses. They were beyond huge.
"What's up with  the glasses Drew, they're creeping me out", I pointed them out, hoping that she'd forget about Ze Guy and leave me and my arm alone.

She stopped walking immediately.
"Oh My Effing God", her mouth opened rather abnormally large and she slowly took of her mega-sized sunglasses. Her eyes were widened. "I envy you", she slowly said. I turned my head to the direction that she was staring, and it was Ze Guy sitting in a maroon motor vehicle. I've seen this car before.

He hopped out from the car and he just had that swagged out walk of his. And that's when I said, "OMJ". 
He had Raybans on. His hair in his signature look. Black pants and white socks. He had some penny loafers on. He walked over to us from the parking lot, not bothered by the attention that he was causing.

"Hey", he smiled and took the books that I was carrying in my hands and swagged with them back to the car. It was a maroon Mercedes-Benz. It was glistening and shining in the sunlight. He dropped them onto the back seats and walked back to us.

"Hello ladies", he greeted me twice...
"Drew, may I steal her for the day?", his breath smelled minty.
"Oh yes, sure. She was daydreaming and asking about you the entire day. Clearly, you have granted her her ultimate wish", she started grinning and smirking. And she was lying.

"She was?", his voice had an upward intonation. 
"Yeah, Michael. But then, there's the media who is so curious about this mystery performer of yours". Now she was taking things a bit to far.
"They are?", he looked down, flushed with shame. He was sarcastic too.

"Yeah, I mean, Michael. You gotta talk to those peeps man. Yell 'em to lay down from yo girl", now she was just being ghetto.

Michael and I raised one eyebrow and had this confused look upon our face. I rolled my eyes at her. "Thanks for all of that extremities Drew", I hardly gave her a smile. I turned to Michael. "Michael, I read your letter and got the Rose and Coffee and Clothing...But the thing is that, I did see what's happening all over the Media about this Mystery Performer and I can't withstand this".

"C'mon...please", he pleaded. "Don't back down, I thought that we were good friends last night. I guess that you're just mad that I got you real bad with all my pranks".

"Haha, you pranked her Michael?", Drew was astonished.

"Yeah, like---", I interrupted him.

"Hush Hush Hush, Drew I insist that you just shut it. You came home late last night. Basically, a day after the party. As for you Michael, I don't need a ride"

"It was not just a ride----", I interrupted him again. " Hutcha Hutcha, shoosh. I'm going home"

"Billie, just go with it. It's not like we have a ride or anything", Drew kept on pressing.

"I do have a ride", I protested. "Where is it?", Michael asked. I clenched my jaw. "At home".

"Exactly. Don't you worry my friend. I'll take care. Take my hand. I'll take you there", he had a smirk on his face. Each time that I'm mean to him, it's like the best thing to him in his life. 

"And how will Drew get home?", I questioned.
"Don't you worry 'bout me my friend. I'm going to Spencer's house", she informed me.
I stared at her and said, "You two are getting way too cozy".

Paparazzi started arriving. A woman and her camera crew made it to the parking lot of the University. She made her way to us. And that's when Drew just walked away. Leaving me with Michael.

The woman spoke:

Good afternoon viewers. I have been tipped to find the one and only Michael Jackson with the girl who seems to be the mystery girl. So tell us more about yourself, young lady. Are you two in a romantic relationship? What is it about you that makes him so crazy about you?

She brought the microphone close to my mouth and expected a response. In response, Michael took hold of my hand...
Oh, his touch.

We got into his car and he sped off. We were driving between cars, driving over red lights and exceeded the driving limit.

It clicked.
I know where I've seen this car and recognized this reckless driving. He's the nigga that stared at me while I was getting coffee on the day of the concert and then almost killed me.

But then this means that he actually has seen me before.

I did the most unexpected thing. I asked: " Michael, have you known or seen me before".
There was an awkward silence and his smooth and sweet voice answered:
"Yes".

Hey!! Sorry for taking incredibly long to update! I was really busy with my other books and I had to think and ponder for a while about this chapter. :). Sorry that it's short :(. Please consider votes and comments :)

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