Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..16..

I purposely wake up late, the next morning, and start getting dressed for my day.

I want to be very late for Professor Mercurially Fucked's class today.

And only to make an entrance.

He's guaranteed to shit bricks when he sees me and I can't wait.

Work at the gym last night was fine.

If I forget all the trouble I got into for ignoring multiple phone calls to my personal phone and the gym's business phone.

The caller?

Professor let-me-fuck-with-Jenna's-feeling-because-I'm-sure-it-will-be-fun.

Yes, it was Michael who was calling and texting me.

I tried my best to ignore him, but after a while the calls and texts got to be too much.

Therefore, I blocked his number for like thirty minutes.

Then stupidly (after I unblocked him) I decided to check all of my messages.

Some were from Brad and Whitney, but most, most of them were from Michael.

To say the least, he's pissed at me. Mainly because I didn't text him the directions to my job.

He "wanted to see me so bad" and seemed to be quite confused as to why I wouldn't reply to him.

He's acting so damn clueless.

Why ever would I not text him back?

For a Professor, the dude sure is dense.

Anyways, as I read his texts I saw that nearly every text was about me being "disrespectful" and "ignoring him".

I guess he really wanted to see me after his private titty session with Tia.

Guess her flat ass chest wasn't enough.

Anyways, his texts became beyond annoying, (and I was already pissed), so I finally texted him back.

I may or may not have led him to believe that I was on a date... with a client or was it Brad?

Hmm, I forget. Even though it was a lie.

In truth, after I finished my shift at work, I went straight home and streamed "Smart Guy" then "Ezee x Natalie" on YouTube.

I didn't go out, but that's none of his business.

I'M not his business.

Michael needs to stay concerned with Tia and his little titty fuck with her in his office.

Bitch.

I flip my hair over my shoulder as I start my car.

**

The halls are awfully quiet as I walk into the building.

Everyone must be in class.

My silver Jimmy Choo heels click down the silent hallway as my dark wash skinny jeans and silver cleavage showing top hugs my curvy frame.

I'm only hoping this outfit gets the attention I'm asking for.

Especially from Brad.

I worked extra hard on my makeup and hair just for the drama.

I pop my gum then blow a large bubble as I open the door and walk into Professor Jackson's lecture dauntless and extremely late.

Everyone, including Professor Mercurially Fucked, stops what they're doing to look at me in the doorway.