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NOTE BEFORE YOU READ:

•This is yet another badly written imagine of mine, please forgive me for wasting your time.

•In this imagine, Michael is not famous. Instead, he is a college student.

Thank you, and hopefully you enjoy my writing!

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You were seated underneath the large tree, scribbling in your journal. The sun was out, and it was midday. The college grounds were littered with students, you being one of them. It was lunch time, and everyone was having their much needed break. You needed a break too, considering that you were studying complicated math, wanting to specialize in that field of work.

The shade that the tree had provided was something that you enjoyed. It had become a personal spot for you.

At present moment, you were scribbling your thoughts in your journal, thoughts about the boy you were in love with - your best friend, Michael Jackson. The two of you were very close, and shared everything with each other. He was a good person, but he was a player. He dated many girls, and just used them for their bodies before he dumped them. The only person that he seemed to have respect for, was you. Of course, your best friend was not aware of your feelings for him.

You wanted to be with him, but you were sure that he woule break your heart. The both of you had been best friends for three years, so your emotions had had time to develop.

Keeping your eyes on your book, you continued to write.

And he makes me feel so special, yet I know that he could break my heart. Every time I see him, my heart skips a beat. I wish I could tell Michael how I really feel. But what if he doesn't feel the same for me? What if he sees me as just his best friend?

My insides turn whenever he's around and-

"(Y/N)!" Michael's voice made you jump slightly as you quickly closed the book that you had in your lap. "Ooh, what were you writing?" he leaned against the tree trunk as you stood up.

"None of your business," you laughed. "What are you doing here? I thought you were spending lunch with Samantha," you raised an eyebrow, referring to one of the girls that Michael was 'dating'. The truth was, she was just his flavor for the week. Soon enough, he'd move on to the next girl, and leave Samantha devastated. That was what the man did best - break hearts.

"No, she was complaining too much - I can't stand her," he rolled his eyes slightly.

"Then why are you with her?" you responded.

"Because, have you seen her figure? It's amazing," he answered.

You hit his arm gently and rolled your own eyes. "You need to stop dating girls just because you like their bodies," you said. "Date someone you truly care about. Don't just use people,"

"And there goes princess (Y/N), being the smart girl she's always been," he narrowed his eyes at you. "You need to let loose once in a while, keep an open mind. Be like me," he grinned.

"No one can be like you, Michael," you scoffed playfully before you glanced at your wrist watch. "Damn it, I've got a class in ten minutes,"

"I'm free for the entire afternoon," Michael grinned wider. "You should skip class so that we can spend some time together," he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Hardy har har, no way. I need to pass all of my classes," you retorted, holding your book close to you. "I'll see you in the afternoon,"

"Okay, I'll wait for you outside of the library," he looked at you. "How many more classes do you have?"

"Just this one, it'll be an hour long," you breathed. "I'll see you outside of the library," you said as you turned around to walk back into the main building.

Your bag, and the rest of your books, were in your locker - so you had to get them.

"Come on, (Y/N)," you muttered to yourself. "It's just one more class, you can do it,"

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You were seated in class, listening as the professor spoke loudly. Dr. Lincoln was your teacher's name - and he disliked you very much. You didn't care because the feeling was mutual. He was heartless, and mean. He didn't care about how anyone felt. As he explained, everyone took notes except you. You preferred to listen and understand rather than to collect notes.

Dr. Lincold continued to speak before his eyes landed on you.

"Right, class, let's all give a hand to (Y/N)," he remarked sarcastically. "She clearly doesn't need to take notes when I speak. She's so smart,"

A few students giggled, but you did not find this funny. You were upset, and the fact that you were tired made it worse.

"(Y/N), if I were you - I'd take notes," he sneered at you.

Standing up, you grabbed your bag from the floor and put the handle over your shoulder. "Screw this class, and screw you!" you yelled at Dr. Lincoln before walking out of the classroom.

You groaned as tears formed in your eyes. Dr. Lincoln had ruined your day, and he had made you very upset. All you wanted to do was cry.

Rushing out of the main building, you felt tears streaming down your face. You sniffed and used the back of your hand to wipe the tears away as you walked along quickly. Eventually, you arrived outside of the library, and Michael was seated on the steps that led up to the building.

He took a moment to notice you, and when he did - his eyes widened, making him stand up and rush over toward you. You stared at him as he moved closer, your face wet from crying.

"(Y/N)," he frowned. "What the hell happened? Why are you crying?" he inquired.

"Dr. Lincoln...he...ugh, he humiliated me in front of the class just because I wasn't...t-taking notes whilst he was t-talking,"

"That bastard," Michael muttered. "I'm going to talk to him, has class ended?"

"No, I walked out in the middle of it," you grabbed his hand. "But please don't...say anything. Don't cause any trouble,"

"(Y/N), what he did was not right," he stared at you. "He was...." he trailed off as he looked into your eyes. You stared back at him as Michael moved closer - eventually planting a kiss on your lips.

A minute passed before he pulled away quickly. "Oh God," he gasped. "(Y/N), I didn't mean to do that!" he widened his eyes. "I was talking about Dr. Lincoln and I...got lost in your eyes..." he trailed off. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry,"

You stood there, not knowing what to say.

"I..." you trailed off. "Need to go,"

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Again, this chapter sucked!
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