Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..25..

"She doesn't look as good as me right, Professor?" Tia smiles at Michael before giving me the once over. "Right, Professor?"

I roll my eyes as Michael sighs and just stares at Tia.

He doesn't look too happy to see his assistant.

Hmm.

"Well," Tia speaks again. "since he's not going to say anything, what do you think, Jennis? Don't you think I look sexy?"

Tia twirls around in her scarlet dress, modeling for us, then flips her hair over her left shoulder.

"My name's Jenna, Tia," I give her a dry look. "and you know that."

"Oop," Tia giggles, covering her mouth. "must've been a slip of the lip. I mean I've kind of forgotten your name. Since you haven't been in class since your little temper tantrum."

I scoff, "Temper tantrum?"

"Yes." She scoffs, frowning. "Do you lack hearing as well as good looks?"

I giggle, shaking my head. "Do you really want to try me, Tia? I can give you what I wanted to give you that day. And just so you know," I step forward with a threatening whisper. "it wasn't a hug, bitch."

Michael pulls me away from Tia by my waist and she glares at his hands on my hips.

"You're pathetic, Jenna." Tia's voice fills with disdain as her eyes narrow on me. "Can't you find a man your own age? He's your teacher for Christ's sake."

"Hmm," I tap my chin at the irony. "then I guess that would make you even more pathetic, huh? Since you're always falling to your knees for him. You want a dick in your mouth that bad? You should bend over and suck your own."

Tia's eyes widen as her jaw drops and she looks at Michael.

Michael clears his throat, suppressing a smile. "Miss Baptiste, enjoy your night."

"And the fact that your face is still intact, bitch." I mumble as Michael leads me past her.

Tia regards Michael's hand in mine and I roll my eyes at her.

This bitch better not say another word.

I have a hair tie and I don't mind putting a bitch in her place tonight!

Michael continues leading me away from the riffraff until we're in a different part of the gallery.

"Are you okay?" He asks when we stop near a buffet table.

He brushes my hair from my shoulder and studies my face.

"I'm fine." I sneer. "I don't let thirsty tricks bother me, Michael. She just better be glad I'm in a good fucking mood tonight."

"Are you mad at me?"

I chuckle, because his pouting face is so cute. "No, I'm not mad at you, Michael. That was Tia, not you, saying those things to me. You've explained everything and I-I believe you. There's no reason for me to be mad at you."

Michael sighs from relief. "Good. I'm glad you didn't let her get to you."

"Yeah, she didn't," I breathe before sighing too. "but I do have a question."

"Ask away." He stares at me seriously.

"Why haven't you fired her?"

Michael opens and closes his mouth three times as I stand waiting for his answer.

"Jenna!" Dean St. Paul suddenly calls before Michael can explain.

I turn to greet the Dean just as he gets to us.