Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..39..

Michael cups my face and smiles down at me with such care.

I just stare at him, emotionless, because I can't believe what he just said.

He loves me.

He loves me.

He loves me?

"Did you hear me, baby?" Michael smiles, rubbing my cheek with his index finger. "Jenna? Did you hear me?"

Michael loves me?

He loves me.

What am I supposed to say?

What is there to say?

"Jenna, speak to me." Michael smiles wider as he rubs my arms.

I plaster a forced smile on my face as I turn away from him, mumbling, "Umm, thanks?"

"Thanks?" Michael frowns as he turns me back to him. He looks very offended. "Thanks is all you have to say to me, Jenna?"

"Umm," My eyes widen as I search my brain for the right words. I'm at a loss. "I appreciate that?"

I cringe once that half question half statement leaves my mouth.

I'm fucking this up.

And it's evident from the expression covering Michael's face.

I breathe in, apologetically, "Michael, I--"

"Don't--" He speaks softly. He holds up a hand as he backs away from me. "You don't have to say anything, Jenna. I can take my cue."

Michael tosses the towel that was hanging around his neck to the floor as he turns and walks towards the door to leave.

"Michael!" I call after him as he leaves the room. "Mic--" The door closes behind him and I growl. "Shit!"

I launch a medicine ball at the door and it hits Mark just as he walks inside.

"Ow!" He exclaims, rubbing his stomach, before dropping the medicine ball. "A little lower and you would have pegged the family jewels, Jen."

"I'm sorry." I apologize as I jog over to him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He sighs as he clears his throat. "I've always wanted to get pegged in the stomach with a medicine ball." Mark goes on about something I'm clearly ignoring as I look out the door behind him. I need to go after Michael. I run my hands over my hair as Mark finally looks around the vacant room. "Where's Michael?" He frowns. "Wasn't he in here training with you? Bathroom break?"

"No, he just left." I mumble, sadly.

"He what?"

"He left." I repeat a little louder.

"Why?" Mark asks confused.

"Intimidation." I shrug not wanting to divulge the truth. I run my fingers through my hair again. "Mark, since Michael was my last trainee, can I go home?"

Mark stares at me, skeptically. "Is there something wrong, Jenna?"

"No, umm," I stammer, closing my eyes to rub my face. "I just remembered I have a test tomorrow and--"

"Oh, well, of course, take off." Mark insists. "Go home and study, Jenna."

"You sure?" I ask like I really want to stay. 

"Yeah," He nods assuredly. "I need my star trainer passing her classes. Go home and study, girl."

I sigh heavily as I pick up my gym bag. "Thanks, Mark."