Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..19..

"Shit!" Michael growls as he throws a figurine from his desk. He runs his fingers through his hair as it hits the wall and shakes his head. "Dammit."

***

Brad leads me into my house and directs me to sit on the couch.

"I'll be right back." He sighs as he squats in front of me. "I'm going to get your backpack and purse. Just stay right there."

"Okay." I murmur as he jogs out of the house.

After sobbing against his chest for too many minutes, Brad offered to drive me home in my car.

Pathetically, I wasn't in a state to drive.

I couldn't stop the tears once they started.

There was no way I could have driven myself.

I'm thankful for Brad, but I know he put his own priorities for the day aside to tend to me.

I hate that he dropped everything because I can't choose the right man to have sex with.

He doesn't seem bothered by helping me though.

When Brad returns, he closes the door, walks over to me, sits, and pulls my legs into his lap.

I cover my tear drenched face as embarrassment washes over me.

"Honey," Brad sighs, pulling my hands from my face. "what happened in there? What did Professor Jackson say to you?"

"Nothing, really." I sniffle, wiping away a stray tear.

Brad wipes away another tear as he caresses my cheek.

"But you're crying." His eyes are soft and caring. "What did that bastard say to you, Jenna? Did he kick you out of the class?"

"No."

"Then what happened? What did he do?"

He made me like him, and love the sex we had.

I rub my face again and sigh loudly.

"What happened?" Brad asks, softly, again. "You can tell me. Tell me, Jenna."

"He suspended me from his lecture for a week." I lie as he hands me a tissue. "I'm gonna be behind in my studies. My GPA is going to suffer."

"No," He wipes another tear from my cheek. "I won't let you get behind, honey. I'll bring you the notes. Your GPA won't suffer."

"It will, Brad," I sniffle as more tears drench my cheeks. "and I don't want my grade to suffer because of this."

I don't want my heart and body to suffer either, but they are.

"It won't, I promise," Brad assures, cupping my face. "I won't let it. I won't let anything get you down, Jenna. Nothing. Okay?"

"You're being so sweet to me when I brought this on myself."

"Oh," He tips my nose and smiles. "don't even sweat it. I'm always gonna be sweet to you."

"Then can you hold me?" I cry, leaning forward, then Brad pulls me into his strong arms.

I cry softly against his chest, wishing he was Michael, as he rubs my back.

***

After many failed attempts, Michael finally dials Jenna's cell number and listens as the line starts ringing.

"Hi, this is Jenna, and you've reached my voicemail. I can't get to the phone right now, but as soon as I get your message I'll get back to you. Or maybe not." Jenna's voice giggles. "Thanks!"