Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..3..

I walk out of Professor Jackson's office, slamming the door behind me, and Brad's beside me in two steps.

Professor Jackson's rude and too full of himself.

Why in the hell would I want to be anything to him? And especially his teacher's pet?

Sure, he's good-looking, sexy, fine—but he's my Professor.

I can't think of him in that way.

Pretentious ass.

I make a mental note to disturb his class in the future. Just for the hell of it.

Get off your high horse, Professor Jackson. I will never want you.

"What did Professor Jack-ass say to you, Jen?" Brad asks, walking in stride alongside me.

I slow down and look over at him.

"He wanted me to find him an assistant." I flout. "Can you believe that?"

Brad frowns. "No, because he already has an assistant, Jenna."

"What?"

"Yeah." Brad nods. "I'm sort of his TA, and I assist him at times, but Tia Baptiste is his assistant. He already has an assistant, Jen."

"Then why would he ask me to find him one?"

"My guess is he was fucking with you."

"What do you mean, Brad?" I frown more.

"Did you not find it odd that he asked if we were having sex then he pointed out that we couldn't be friends because we had just met?" Brad sighs. "How could we be having sex if we had only met in class today, Jenna?"

My eyebrow's knit further. "Now that you've mentioned it."

Professor Jackson did ask if we were having sex. Then said we couldn't be friends because we had just met.

He contradicted himself.

On the other hand, he did seem to be quite sure Brad wants to bed me.

He hinted hard enough at it.

I look at Brad and his handsome features as we continue down the hall.

Not that I'd turn him down or anything.

Brad sighs, shaking his head. "Professor Jackson is great--incredible at what he does, Jenna. He's a great professor, but he's an asshole. An intelligent asshole." Brad breathes in sharply. "And now he wants you."

I roll my eyes and scoff. "I don't believe that to be true, Brad. However, if it were, I don't want him back. Even if I did, I couldn't pursue it. He's good-looking and all, but he's my Professor. We have to keep things professional and on an academic level."

"He pretty much teaches sex and the positions that go along with it, beautiful. Do you honestly believe he can keep it on a professional and academic level, especially with you?"

"If he can't, I most definitely will. Brad, Professor Jackson and I are teacher and student. That's all we'll ever be."

Brad stops for a couple of my steps then catches up with me as he changes the subject.

"Where are you going?"

"To work." I sigh. "I work in the Health Science Department as an assistant to the Dean."

"Oh. May I walk you there?"

"Sure." I shrug and we continue down the hall.

"What time do you get off?" Brad asks a few minutes later as I set my things down on my desk in the Health Science Department's office.