Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..33..

Whitney and I are giggling and talking as we walk into the lecture hall side by side.

Michael isn't here yet, and I also notice that Brad isn't either.

I wonder where he is.

Hopefully nowhere near my Jetta slicing my tires.

(Although I wouldn't blame him if he did. He has the right to be very pissed at me right now.)

That reminds me, I have to make time to speak to him today. I don't want him to be too mad at me. I really do want to be his friend. I pray he still wants to be mine as well.

"I need to bow down to it." Whitney jokes again and I giggle. "I mean damn the force within some good cooch, Jen."

"I never said I had sex with him last night, Whit." I smile and she arches a brow at me.

"You ain't gotta give me the dirty deets, Jenna. I knew you wouldn't. Honestly I don't wanna hear about you fucking him. HOWEVER--I know he waxed that ass and he waxed that ass well!" Whitney leans in and whispers. "Well enough to postpone a damn test!"

I start laughing, shaking my head wide.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Jenna I'm-too-scared-to-show-my-face-in-class Toussaint." Tia's annoying voice streaks the air behind me and Whitney. We turn around, as one, to look at her. "Finally brave enough to show that less that presentable face of yours here?"

"Apparently," I blink twice and smile as Whitney smirks. "since you're showing your less than presentable mug here as well."

"Oh, you do not want to start comparing looks, Miss Toussaint." She says my last name as a taunt. I bite my bottom lip to hold back a smirk. "Because we both know who'll win."

"And who would that be?" Whitney chimes in.

"Mind your business, sidekick." Tia snarls at Whitney.

Whitney looks at me with the widest "this bitch has some balls" smile.

"Sure, Tia." I clear my throat, suppressing a smile. "So what do I owe for this little high school novella from you? A shower? I mean 'cause talking to you really makes me feel the need to take one."

"I'm saying," Whitney laughs and Tia glares at us both. "got the soap?"

"Now, tell me," I step closer to her and my voice is only above a whisper. "did it hurt when you fell from the whore tree and banged every branch on the way down?"

"He'll never want you, Jenna!" Tia blurts, matter-of-factly, and I scoff.

"Who?" I ask and at that moment Michael walks into the lecture hall.

Without noticing Tia or myself, Michael walks to the front desk and starts preparing for class.

We all look at him then Tia turns her attention back to me.

"As long as I'm his assistant, Jenna, you will be nothing." Tia whispers, fiercely. "He needs his sexual equal, not some shy girl who throws temper tantrums."

"He needs a woman, not a little girl who's always falling to her knees hoping that will please his needs." I snap and I swear Tia growls at me.

"Take your seats." Michael says without looking up from the desk.

I smile to myself as Whitney and I walk away from Tia and take our usual seats.

"That bitch gon' get her ass handed to her." Whitney whispers as we sit beside each other.

Tia looks back at us and arches an eyebrow.

I wave and wink at her. "If she only knew."

"Good morning, class." Michael begins and everyone quiets. "As you all know, we will not be taking our test today." Small cheers ring out around the room as he continues. "I had a feeling the lot of you," He looks up from his desk and I expect him to look at me, but he doesn't. "would be less than prepared to take it. So, being the great guy that I am," He chuckles and the class, except me, chuckles with him. "I decided to be a little understanding with this test. Therefore, we will be using this class to straighten out any confusions any of you may have with the material. If there's something that is confusing you, feel free to ask at this time. It would behoove you to do so."

Tia's hand shoots up and Whitney and I both roll our eyes.

Teacher's wanna-be Pet.

"Yes, Tia?" Michael sighs, annoyed.

"Are you happy Miss Toussaint is back?" She asks in a sweet, but not so sweet, voice. "She's been gone for a month and I'm sure she appreciates this extra day you have given us all."

Michael arches an eyebrow at her as everyone turns in their seats to get a good look at me.

Great, now I'm the fucking center of attention.

I should go down there and snap her skinny ass neck.

"I'm happy all of my students are here, Miss Baptiste." Michael answers, politically correct. "This essential "study hall" will be of help to all."

"Good. Now will you tell her what an orgasm is?" Tia asks and Whitney's jaw drops as my eyes widen. "She missed that lecture. I didn't."

Michael glares at Tia as Professor Jackson rears his no nonsense head.

"If Miss Toussaint would like to know what an orgasm is," Professor Jackson clenches through his teeth. "I'm sure she'd ask me herself."

"Exactly. I don't need you asking questions on my behalf, Tia." I speak up and she turns around to look at me. "I'm actually prepared to take this test. It's quite obvious you're not."

"Oh, has someone given you an orgasm lately?"

The class gasps, and it's the day I acted out again, except it's Tia doing the acting out now.

"As a matter of fact, yes," I smirk and she arches a jealous eyebrow. "wanna know the dirty details? First, he put my leg--"

"Ladies!" Professor Jackson bellows and Tia turns around in her seat as the rest of the class gawks at me.

"Are we ever gonna have a normal day in this class?" Whitney whispers as Michael glares at Tia.

"Miss Baptiste, I would like to see you in my office after class."

"That's what she gets!" I blurt and Tia shoots me a look over her shoulder.

"You too, Miss Toussaint!" Professor Jackson snarls at me. "Because it's obvious this month off hasn't taught you anything! Both of you in my office after class!"

Tia grins at me, over her shoulder, as I sit back in my chair and fold my arms.