You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson

Chapter 16: Let's Skip Class

Ugh, last night was great. I—am—buzzing!

Michael is so romantic. The way his soft lips touch mine; the way he holds me gently; but enough to make me realise he never wants to let go. It's been one day, but I already know I'm in love.

I'm awoken by a series of gentle kisses on my neck and cheek. Michael sure knows how to treat a girl. And yet everybody else thinks he's some hardcore Jax member. Oh, how wrong they are.

I flutter my eye lashes a little.

"C'mon, baby. We've got three hours to finish the project," he whispers in my ear.

Wanting to negotiate anything but being awake, I turn on my side on the bed. "Just five minutes more ... " I beg, in a feeble attempt to procrastinate further.

There's a few moments silence, then I feel myself falling onto the rug on the floor. I lift my head and look up at Michael, who is looking down at me with a cheesy grin. As much as I'd love to smack him for causing me to fall, he does have such a beautiful smile. He needs to show it a little more ... and his eyes are getting more perfect each and everyday.

"If that didn't get you up, I don't know what will," he chuckles.

Sighing to give away that he wins, I lift myself up from the floor. "I'll do that to you tomorrow, see how you like it," I fold my arms and try to look serious.

Michael pouts, knowing that I don't mean a single word I say. "You wouldn't do that to the man you love, would ya?"

The pout! Why is he like this? I'm trying so hard not to laugh. C'mon Becky; don't laugh.

Unfortunately, the attempt at keeping a straight face is short-lived. "I'll kill you!" I chuckle. I can't help myself; he's just that kinda person. Changing the topic, I walk slowly towards him. "We got three hours til science class?"

Michael shakes his head. "No. Five hours. But we got two lessons before it," he explains.

"Let's skip class," I blurt, not really stopping to think beforehand.

Michael looks puzzled. "Skip class? But we've only had five lessons so far. It'd look a little bad if we didn't show up for four of them in a row," he chuckles.

Rolling my eyes, I rest my hands on his chest, which is covered with a flimsy white shirt. "Michael ... don't you wanna spend more time with me?"

The way I speak obviously melts him. "Yeah baby, I do ... " he sighs contently. He kisses me and looks into my eyes.

"I think Rachel and Elliott will be returning soon," I add, causing him to frown.

"Tell them to go straight to class," he instructs. "The only reason they'd need to come back is to tell us they're going to class anyway."

"Okay, I'll call Rachel. You ring Elliott," I agree, taking out my phone. Shoot — 7 missed calls from Emma. I'll call her later. After deleting the recent missed calls and dial Rachel's number.

"Rachel?"

"Becky, hi," she responds.

"Look, you don't need to come back to the apartment this morning. I'll meet you in science."

"I need to come back to get my student ID card."

"I'll bring it to you in science," I respond quickly, in any attempt to dissuade her from returning.

"Okay; see you in class," she answers, and I silently sigh in relief. I end the call and Michael ends his around the same time.

"That's solved then. Neither of them will be coming back to the apartment," he smiles.

"I guess we should finish the project," I sigh.

"Or we could just kiss for three hours, then start on the model when everyone else goes for their classes?" Michael asks.

How the tables have turned. It was me wanting to skip class, now it's Michael. However, I can't say no to that offer.

"Hmm, that could work," I chuckle.

"Good," he smirks, before pushing me against the wall. Somehow, even that is perfect. Perhaps the romantic movies are pretty accurate.

He buries his head into my neck again and peppers my skin with kisses. I giggle, not because it tickles, but because it feels so good. Okay — so maybe it tickles a little too. But I like it.

He brings his head back up and gazes stereotypically into my eyes. Ugh, this man has some perfect eyes. We spend the afternoon kissing and just making the most of each other. We can't make the colour purple though, because obviously we have washed our faces now. Imagine if we hadn't?

"Miss Costello?" Michael calls.

We're laid on the bed. Michael's lying on the pillow and my head is on his chest.

"Yeah? ... "

Michael lifts himself, causing me to lift my head off his chest. "We've really gotta do the project now. We have an hour left 'til class," he says.

What! Only an hour?

"We gotta hurry then!" I cry, leaping off the bed and running to get the painted planets and starting to stick them on the model we made yesterday. We only have to stick and label, but it's the pressure that's scaring me.

"Pluto goes there!" I state. Michael sticks it in the correct spot.

"Saturn ... " I smile.

Michael places it in the right place. "Our lucky planet, huh?"

"The purple planet," I add, admiring our handy work so far. We actually painted all the planets purple. It's our lucky colour, after all.

We stick the rest of the planets on the model and label everything. By the time we're done, there's ten minutes until the lesson. Michael and I get our shoes on and admire the model once again.

"We did a good job," I smile. He nods in agreement.

"We did," he says.

Before we leave, I collect Rachel's ID card and slide it into my pocket. "Can't forget it," I note aloud.

"Ten minutes until class," Michael reminds me.

I nod in understanding. "Yeah," I acknowledge.

Michael smiles slyly. "Gives us just enough time," he says in his deep husky voice.

That voice makes me shiver — I suppose that's what every girl does when the totally attractive guy talks in an overly-masculine-sounding voice. Although I am confused by his remark.

"Enough time for what?" I question.

Michael smiles as he pushes me against the wall again. I think he's read too many romance novels but I won't complain, that's for sure. "Enough time for this," he says, before leaning in and kissing my lips.

He stops after a second.

"What?" I pout, unsure as to why he would stop giving me such sweet affection.

He moves away from me for a moment, and when he comes back, he's holding two cans. One has red paint, the other blue. He takes the paintbrush and swipes it across my face.

Oh, Michael. What a charmer.

Now my face is red. And his eventually becomes blue.

"Wanna make purple?" he asks.

I love it when he asks that. It's going to end up becoming our lucky question.

"Yes," I breathe, with a smile, before he kisses me once again.

Sure, we've barely got any time before class; but right now, time has stopped, because I'm with the man I love. I want it to last forever.

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Edited November 15, 2019