Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..47..

Whitney runs up beside me as I stand, watching the campus police put Michael into the back of their squad car.

A month--a fucking month, and I'm already ruining this man's life and career.

Fuck.

"What happened here?" Whitney asks. "Jenna, what's going on? Why is Dean St. Paul on the--damn--" She exclaims staring at him. "ground?"

"He lied on me." I mumble, staring at him too, still sprawled out on the ground.

A nurse from the Nursing School kneels over him examining his condition.

He's still out like a light.

"And?" Whitney frowns, not really catching on. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Michael knocked him out for it." I speak, nonchalantly.

"What!? Don't tell me you have those two fighting over you, Jenna! What the hell's going on?!"

I sigh heavily and walk away from Whitney to one of the police officers.

"Sir," I begin sweetly for leverage. "are you taking him downtown? You know he really didn't start it, and I'll write a statement if you need one."

"No, ma'am, that's not necessary." The friendly officer shakes his head. "We're just gonna take him to a campus holding cell. Until the Dean wakes and/or decides to take action, we'll keep him there."

"But he didn't do anything."

"He knocked out the Dean, Miss. That's assault."

"It wasn't like he wasn't provoked. I saw the whole thing, sir, and like I said before I'll make a statement, if that's what it'll take to get him released."

"No need, we're just taking him to the campus police station. He'll be fine."

"Can I come?" I ask, timidly.

The officer sighs. "I don't know."

"Please. I promise I won't do anything...like try to bust him out. I just want him to know that someone's in his corner. Please."

He smiles and pats my shoulder. "Alright, miss, you can come."

"Thank you." I smile as he walks away to the squad car Michael's sitting in back of. Michael and I make eye contact and I mouth. "I'm coming. I'm not leaving you there."

He smiles and nods.

I look over my shoulder and head nod for Whitney.

She runs over to me, breathing heavily. "Jenna, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you later." I mumble as we start across the parking lot to my car.

"Give me a summary." Whitney pleads.

I sigh heavily before reliving the previous moments. "Okay, basically, Tia got slugged by the Dean's wife, pretty good might I add, it was so powerful it knocked her ass to the floor. Then the Dean's wife swung on me, and threatened to end my academic career by the way."

"Did she miss?"

"Can I fight?" I scoff, looking over at Whitney. "Of course, she missed."

"Okay, go on."

"Michael shows up and tells her to leave. She does, while Dean St. Paul trails her.  Then Tia tells me that the Dean has been saying I've been coming on to him."

"As in trying to get his penis?"

I nod.

"So that's why the Dean's wife swung on you?"