Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..12..

There's a forty percent chance of rain today.

Therefore, I made a point of bringing my umbrella and driving my car to school.

Though the campus is only five blocks away from my home, I'm not risking getting wet again.

Unless it's at Professor Jackson's discretion.

Speaking of the mercurial one, I haven't seen him all day, and I've been here since seven.

Not to mention I've walked past his office twice.

Going to classes, of course.

I'm not stalking him.

I'm just wondering--is--is he avoiding me?

Probably.

I mean he did leave my house pretty pissed earlier this morning.

Our night together was incredible, but I think Brad popping up bothered him... a lot.

Although, I'm quite sure he'll say he's not pissed today... and wasn't last night either, the way he walked out on me tells me something different.

"Jenna!" Brad shouts from behind me as he walks into the cafeteria.

I turn right when he gets to me and he pulls me into the warmest hug.

"You look great," He steps back from our hug and examines my outfit. "but why are you wearing a skirt? Do you have an interview?"

"No, I haven't done my laundry in about two weeks." I shrug as he twirls me around to model my outfit for him. "This is like the last of my wardrobe."

"You look very professional, Jen." He smiles. "Not doing laundry suits you. If all female physical therapists dressed like you, Lord, help injured men everywhere."

I playfully hit Brad's shoulder. "You flatter me, Mr. Ware."

"You should be, honey, because you deserve to be." I smile again as we get into the lunch line and he asks. "So how was your second day of class?"

"It was good." I sigh as he takes my backpack from me. "I only had two classes and they both were before 12. Thank God, I'm a morning person."

"You seem to be." Brad comments, giving me a tray, silverware, and a plate.

"Why do you say that?"

"Obvious observation isn't it, Miss Toussaint?" Michael asks from behind me.

Ahhh, and the Mercurial One appears.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Brad's mouth draws into a narrow line and he visibly tenses.

"Hello, Professor Jackson," I sigh, turning around to face him.

Damn, he looks good in his black trousers and white Armani Collezioni shirt.

I know my brands, and he is wearing the hell out of all the ones on his sexy body.

And that tie--that sexy black tie.

Mmm, care to tie me up, sir?

"Hello, Miss Toussaint." Michael murmurs, catching my eyes roaming his form, before looking to Brad and arching a brow. "Brad."

"Don't even--" Brad begins.

"Umm," I interrupt before Brad goes completely berserk. "thanks for lending me your coat yesterday, Professor. It was a great help."

"I'm sure it was a great help, Miss Toussaint." He say, reaching around me to grab a tray. "Did it keep you from getting wet?"

"Not all the way." I swallow, sensing his sexual innuendos. "I got wet in some places."