Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..28..

"Would you like some help?" I ask, walking into the kitchen, as Michael opens the fridge. "I could help with whatever."

"No," He replies, staring inside the Frigidaire. "I've got it. You can have a seat in the living room and relax. I can handle everything."

"Are you sure? Because I can help."

"Yeah. What would you like to drink? Wine? I have some in the back." He sighs, closing the fridge. "Or would you prefer champagne?"

I smile, softly, "I've already had champagne."

"Wine it is then." Michael smiles as he goes to walk around me. I grab his arm and he looks down at me. "Babe, I've got to go get the wine."

"Michael," I stare into his eyes seriously. "are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, Jenna," He smiles, forcibly. "why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I don't know," I sigh, playing with his hand. "I thought maybe you'd like to--do you want to talk about your father?"

Michael pulls his hand from mine, quickly, and glares at me.

"No, I don't, Jenna." He frowns, scoffing. "I've left my father and many other things in my past. I'm fine. I don't need to talk about it."

"But maybe you should--"

"Leave it the fuck alone!" He shouts and I step back. "Just leave it alone, Jenna! I'm fine, and I don't need to talk about it!"

"Michael, you're not fine!" I shout back at him. "You need to talk about it, because it obviously has affected you."

"If I wanted to talk about it, Miss Toussaint," Michael grits, still glaring at me. "I would go to a therapist, not a fucking immature college senior."

My mouth falls open when Michael storms away from me down the hallway.

A door slams in the distance and I breathe through my nose.

I stand in Michael's kitchen alone thinking about what just transpired between us.

He really doesn't like talking about his father.

Were things that bad with his father?

I'm guessing so.

I look around the empty kitchen and sigh.

Maybe I should leave.

Maybe I should leave it and him alone.

No.

No, I'm not leaving.

I clear my throat, straighten my dress, then make the decision to find him.

I'm not trying to be the next person who doesn't accept him.

Seems he's had enough of that.

I walk down the long hallway looking in and out of rooms for him.

When I come to the end of the hall, I hear Michael's mumbles.

He has to be behind door number six.

Following the sounds of his mumbles and grumbles, I open the door and walk into what looks like a wine cellar, except it's not an actual cellar.

Michael's standing in front of numerous wine racks and he's staring at the bottle of wine in his hands.

When my heel clicks echo, he looks back at me, sighs, then turns his attention back to the bottle.

I guess I'm going to have to throw the lifeline here.

"I'm sorry." I apologize as he grabs another bottle from the rack. "I know I don't have the right to pry into your life or past, but I just thought I could help you. I apologize if I got too personal. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I'll call a cab. I'll leave."

"Now why would you do that?" Michael mumbles as I start my retreat.

"You don't want me to leave?" I ask, turning back to look at him.

Michael sighs softly then holds his hand out, beckoning for me. "Come here, baby."

I walk to him and take his hand before he pulls me into a hug.

"Oh, Jenna, I never want you to leave." Michael sighs, holding me close.

"I didn't wanna leave either." I confess when he kisses my forehead. "I'm sorry. I really was only trying to help."

"And I know, babe. I know you were only trying to help. I'm sorry for snapping at you."

"I won't mention it again." I murmur into his chest.

"If you're going to be a part of my future, Jenna, you'll have to know my past."

I pull back from our hug and stare into his eyes. "You want me in your future?"

"Of course," Michael smiles then chuckles. "and I hope you still want me in yours."

"I do," I smile, nodding. "but we're gonna have a hard time being together, Michael. You're my Professor. I'm your student. I hardly know you. You hardly know me."

"Let's get to know each other then." Michael asserts. "You're here. I'm here. Tell me about yourself."

I smile as his close proximity fogs my mind and the air starts crackling.

He's so sexy when he smiles.

"Tell me about yourself, Jenna." Michael says again as I slip his tux jacket off his shoulders.

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his neck. "Can we have dessert... first?"

Michael chuckles before kissing my forehead.

He picks me up the next moment, and I squeal, as he places me on top of a wine crate.

"Miss Toussaint, I've always enjoyed having my dessert first." He winks before pulling me into a smoldering kiss.