Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..26..

I look away from the disgusting display as Michael peeks around the corner again.

Dean St. Paul and Tia?

Damn, Tia, do you want to fuck all authority figures?

If she's doing that with the Dean why does she want Michael?

Michael looks at me a minute later and sighs. "They just left."

"How long were they kissing?"

"They stopped after you looked away then they started whispering about something." Michael shrugs. "Tia walked off before Henry did."

I shake my head as I whisper, "Can you believe that?"

"It's Tia, Jenna."

"Do you think she's doing the same thing to the Dean that she's trying to do to you?"

"Blackmailing him to fuck her?" Michael quizzes and I nod. "I don't know. But, from the looks of it, it doesn't seem she has to do much blackmailing."

I release a bothered sigh and shake my head.

"Can we leave now?"

"Completely?" Michael smirks. "You know I would like to finish some things."

"No, Michael." I smile, because I know why he wants to leave. "I have to stay for Whitney."

"I don't think she'll--" Michael stops speaking when I give him a look. "Okay, let's go find her."

He takes my hand and leads me from the balcony then through the room where Dean St. Paul and Tia were just tongue wrestling.

I can't believe he did that with her and his wife is in the next room.

I didn't know the Dean was like that.

Men.

I scoff and shake my head when Michael lets go of my hand.

Other university employees are at the gallery and we don't want to draw any attention.

I spot Dean St. Paul standing beside his wife, across the room, and shake my head again.

Trifling.

I look around the room some more, and luckily, Tia's nowhere in sight.

Maybe the bitch left.

Hopefully.

She takes pride in being a sideline hoe I see.

Figures.

"Jenna!" Whitney calls, across the room from me, and I wave at her. "Come here! I want to show you some of my pieces."

"I'll let you hang with your friend." Michael leans close and whispers. "I'll be around."

"Okay." I wink.

Michael tickles my lower back before walking away from me.

Seconds later, as I'm walking to Whitney, my cell phone vibrates in my hand.

"You owe me two now ;)" Michael texts and I smile at it.

I most definitely do, Professor Jackson.

I throw him a wink when I spot him and he does the same.

"Come on!" Whitney says, grabbing my forearm, before she pulls me across the room. "Stop making googly eyes before someone catches you two."

"I'm not making googly eyes." I snort as we stop in front of a large oil painting.

"Yes, you were." She points then looks up at the painting. "Now what do you think of this?"