Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..18..

Michael's hands glide up my back as our kiss deepens.

Unfortunately, thoughts of him and Tia doing God knows what in this office seep into my brain next.

And I can't--I can't do this.

"No," I sigh, pushing away from his luscious lips. "no, Michael. I-I can't do this."

"Yes, we can, babe." Michael breathes as he pulls me back into a tasty kiss. "We need this. Baby, we--"

"No." I push away again before moving from his lap. "I can't do this, Michael. I can't. do. this."

"Do what?" He asks, frowning. He watches me hop around to put my heels back on as he asks. "What can't you do, Jenna?"

"You." I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. "I can't do you, Michael. This. Us. I can't do it to myself. I deserve more."

"You do," Michael agrees, licking his lips, suggestively. "and I'm trying to give it to you, baby."

"You're trying to apologize to my body, Michael!" I scoff. "How about apologizing to my mind for once? Apologize to my fucking mind, Michael! It matters too!"

"I know. And I can apologize to them both," Michael stands and thrust his hips, smiling. "as one, Jenna."

"You don't get it, do you?" I stare at him in disgust. "Michael, you can't fix everything with sex."

"I know, but we can fix this with it."

I shake my head. "No, we can't."

"Jenna," Michael inhales then rubs his face. "why, baby, why are you doing this?"

"You did something with Tia in this office, Michael," I hiss, pointing at him. "I know you did."

"Jenna, I di--"

"She wouldn't come out of your office buttoning her blouse for no reason, Michael. You're lying to me and I can't--I don't believe you didn't do anything with her."

"But I didn't, Jenna." Michael groans as he walks to me.

"Any witnesses to affirm that, sir?" I ask, adjusting my bra, as I back away from him.

I know he's going to try to touch me. I can't have that, because I'll surely give in to his will.

"No."

"Then I'll have to believe my eyes."

"Your eyes weren't in the room!" Michael growls.

"But they were when she came out adjusting her blouse and after you came out adjusting your tie!"

"I didn't do anything sexual with that girl, Jenna!"

"How am I supposed to believe that, Michael?"

"What? You can't take my word?" Michael frowns and he actually looks hurt. "I'm not into subterfuge, Jenna. You can't take me at my word?"

I open and close my mouth three times before answering.

"No." I whisper. "No, I can't take you at your word, Michael, because men are all--" I catch my rant and change directions quickly. "I don't know you well enough to do so."

"In our little time of knowing each other, Jenna, have we not been clandestine?"

"Yes."

"Didn't I tell you how I feel about you?"

"Yes."

"Did you believe me?" Michael asks, staring at me with pleading eyes.

He surely wants me to say yes.

I take a great pause and sigh. "Yes."

It's the truth, I did believe him. Not so much now.

"Lastly, Jenna, have I ever led you to believe that I would want any other woman, but you?"

I stay quiet, and mostly because if I speak again, I'll probably cry.

And I don't want to come off like some weak, crying female.

Especially not in front of Michael and after my display today.

"Jenna, you know I only want you," Michael sighs. "so why are you doing this?"

"Michael, just--look, I-I just can't do this anymore." I swallow back the lump forming in my throat. "This was too much to begin with so-- let's just quit while we're ahead. There are no true feelings involved here so we can leave this unscathed. I'm your student," I sigh, hating my next words. "and you're my teacher. That's all."

"But I want to be more than just your teacher, Jenna." Michael sighs, pulling me closer, and I almost melt. "I want to teach things, yes, baby, but I don't want to just be your school teacher."

I push from Michael's hold and swallow deeply. "It's best if it stays the first way, Professor."

Michael's jaw drops a little and I think it's because I called him 'Professor'.

"So what?" He scoffs. "What are you saying to me, Jenna? You don't believe me so---"

"So I can't do this anymore, Michael." My voice cracks and I wipe my nose before inching towards the door. "I can't do this. I can't let you get away with lies, deceit. You'll only end up doing me the way my--" I catch my rant again. "Michael, I can't--I'm done."

Michael stares at me blankly.

"So you're saying--no more you and me?" He asks, turning my face towards his, and I pull away. "Jenna?"

I wipe my lips and look away from his hurting eyes.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Michael. No more." I breathe, holding back tears, as he steps near me again. "I'm sure Tia is the better match for you anyways."

"Jen--"

I open the door and Tia almost falls inside the room on me.

I glare at her as she catches her balance.

"I-I was just bringing some files, Professor." She lies to cover her eavesdropping.

"No need to lie," I mumble, walking past her out of the office. "he's all yours."

Tia frowns then looks at Michael as I walk out of his office into the hallway.

"What was that?" She asks with a simple smile. "You kick her out?"

Michael glares at Tia then she retreats from his office immediately.

Why am I this emotional about a two-day tryst with a teacher?

A two-day tryst that rocked my fucking world.

And I was starting to like him too.

Why do I always get the short end of the fucking stick?!

I wipe at my face to keep my tears at bay as I approach Brad. He's standing against the wall by the exit at the end of the hall.

Trying to keep the tears away doesn't work, because I'm almost in tears when I get to him.

"Honey, oh my gosh," Brad gasps, seeing my red eyes, as he walks up to me. "are you okay? What happened in there? What did that bastard do to you?"

"Just hug me, Brad." I breathe in, sniffling. "Hug me, please."

"Okay, sweetie, shhh, don't cry." Brad pulls me into a warm, much-needed embrace, as I start crying against his chest. "Don't cry, honey."

Michael walks out of his office, into the hallway, and our eyes lock.

He stares at me and Brad locked in our embrace, stares at us briefly, then retreats to his office.