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Is This Love Before Me? Pt.11

Dedicated to Jusna,Cesca,Sarah,Laura,Tee,Michael,Tiffany,Maya,Haya,Kimmie,Kellie,Sarah.B,Lexa,Alicia. - Enjoy:D x

Part Eleven ~ Classroom Drama. ~

I look at him kinda shocked that the outcome was that from what I expected from his charming sweet self. I shook my head and then began to laugh nervously.
Me: Uh-uh, Hell na. I don't have a crush on..*looking at him from head to toe* YOU!
Michael: *sarcastic look* 
Me: No I don't,really. Now move *nudges him out the way*
Michael: *leaping and dodging my way*
Me: *stands still and sighs* Michael. Please. Move. *trying to give a grin*
Michael: Or what? *comes closer* 
Me: Or I'll kick you.. *grits teeth*
Michael: *chuckles* Show me whatcha got! *winks*
Me: Seriously Michael, I ain't afraid to do nothing! *squints eyes*
Michael: Go on, I ain't afraid to get hurt by you because.. it won't hurt.
Me: You calling me weak? *crosses arms and tilts head to side*
Michael: Nope! I'm just saying as much as you WANT to hurt me, you can't.
Me: ..*sigh* Just move. 
Michael wouldn't move as hard as you tried. To dodge him he'd stand in your way but at this point he was walking more closer which was leading me backwards and in a click of 2 seconds my back hit the wall.
Me: Fine, I can't do it. I can't hit you. Okay? Now go.
Michael: No, you're gonna come back to our room.
Me:  I can't stand the fact that you and Trevor have to always be fighting because you're BOTH my friends.  
Michael: ...mhm. 
It looked like he wasn't even listening to the words pouring out of my face as I waved my hand in front of his face but then he just shivered and shrugged thinking that was an answer to what I just said.
Michael: So when you gonna be my baby? *grins and leans on wall*
It was just the structure that gave me a force to say ' I want to ' the way his hands were slipped into his pockets, the way he chewed his gum showing his white sparkly teeth. But then reality waved past me as I shook my head. This was a joke.
Me: *raises eyebrows* Shup Michael.
Michael: You wouldn't like it if I wasn't talking to you *winks*
Me: What the hell *-.-* 
Michael smiles as he takes my bags out of my hands. I let go off my bags as his afro brushed on me cheek as he bent down. 
Michael: Woah, easy on the loading *winks and smiles*
Me: Uhm.. sorry. *approaching to pick them up*
Michael: I got them. No worries. *looks at me*
Me: *Looking at the ground* So...Let's go..?
Michael: Back to our crib? *smiling*
Me: *looks up* Uhm. *bites lip* Yeah. *sighs and smiles*
Michael: Yay! 
Michael jumps holding the suitcases and bags but almost fails which leads to us two laughing. But in that moment, I could have sworn something strange just happened. It's like I can't look at his eyes anymore otherwise I get sucked away into his deep beautiful eyes. We walked back to our dorm. Tee wasn't there neither was anyone else. I guess everyone was at Will's typical fiesta. 
Me: ...Goodnight!
Michael: *looks at watch* Early bird.
Me: I belive the terms you say that is when you WAKE up early. *Â¬.Â¬*
Michael: *laughs* Like I give a damn. *sits down on sofa and sighs*
Me: awwh you lil weed, exhausted from carrying all those suitcases?
Michael: *looks at me and rolls eyes* No... but do you put like gold bars in there or something? 
Me: *laughs* Possibly, well the gold part. Night.
Michael: *laughs* Ok. Night. *blows kiss*
Me: ...? ok bye. *quickly walks off*
That night I lay tossing and turning, thinking and thinking. I hardly got any sleep as next morning in english... I was literally drooling. Not really cause' of the sleep situation but because... of this?
Michael - - - http://www.starstore.com/acatalog/PP31936-MJ-B&W-Commemorative.jpg
His new hair was just... WOAH and yeah, he was wearing the school uniform!
Michael: *comes and sits next to me* Cookie *winks*
Me: *O.O* ..*nervous and shy* Hey..
Michael: Uhm...*coughs* What's up?
Me: Nothing. *smiles*
Michael: No I mean seriously *laughs*
Me: ...the sky?
Michael: You haven't talked to me *looks down*
Me: Sorry, I'll talk to you.. *chuckles softly*
Michael: *tilts head and licks lips* Ok. Like my hair.
Me: Mhm. It suits you...
Michael: You don't like do ya?
Me: NO! I said I like it, I love you - YOUR HAIR. JUST YOUR HAIR!
Michael: *sarcastic look*
Me: What?! 
Michael: *stands up* Just my hair?
Me: ...psh.. well what's that- UGH I SAID YOUR HAIR!
Michael: *winks and sits down in his seat* 
In the middle of the lesson we were all writing our story. My story was kinda based on my life though I did change so parts of it like my love life... oh my. I based it on.. HIM.
Mr.Plimp: I'll be back soon boys and girls, don't stop working or detention!
Me: *tapping pen on desk, trying to think*
Michael: *looks back and looks front again*
Me: *thinking- what the hell? -.-* ....*fixing hair!*
Michael: Finished. *lays back in seat.
KimK: Same! So we could just talk now. *leans over*
Michael: Uhm, yeah. 
Me: *looking down on paper, sighing*
Michael: One second. *writing on piece of paper*
Janet: Psh! Cookie. 
Me: What?
Janet: You got any gum?
Beyonce: Will! Remember to meet me at my crib after school
Will: I'm there mama! I'll miss geography to be there ... early! *winks/
Me: No Jan! Oh great, I'm writing about you. Thanks for giving me an idea.
Janet: Awwh! you writing about me! *giggling*
Michael: *folds paper* What bout me? *looks at me*
Me: *gulps* Yeah you're in here too...
Michael: Haha, good. As the main character?
Me:...*O.o* Kinda?
Michael: *laughs* *passes note back*
Usher: *passes note to me*
Me: Thanks. Who do I pass it to?
Michael: It's to you open it!
KimK: Her?
Me: Me?
Janet: Me!
Will: Beyonce! :D
Michael: Mr.Plimp!
We all ducked our heads down but the note slipped off the desk and hit the floor. It didn't make much sound but to me it sounded like a huge plonk.
Mr.Plimp: Cookie, you dropped something. That seems like a note... *targets note and picks it up*
Me: *inside - PLEASE DON'T READ IT. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!*
Mr.Plimp: Interesting. *looks at Michael*
Michael: *ducks down on chair*
Me: *confused* *thinking- it might have been something big obviously*
Mr.Plimp: Since you distracted why don't you read out your story to the class.
Me: *O.O* It's...It's not finished...*nervously grins*
Mr.Plimp: Oh well, just where you got upto.
Me: *gulps* I don't-
Marlon: GO ON COOKIE! WOOOOH!
Mr.Plimp: Detention Marlon Jackson! 
Marlon: awwh damn you Cookie.
Me: *-.-* I didn't ask for you to cheer me, sheesh.
Marlon: my ass honey. 
Me: Yeah lick it for me, it'll save me doing it.
Class: *laughs*
Mr.Plimp: We haven't got all day..
Me: Ok... *starts to read slowly and shakingly*
Mr.Plimp: ah-ah-ah! In front of all of us, so we can see that beautiful mouth where it's coming from.
Me: Ugh... *stands up with book and goes to front*
To make this whole thing worse, Michael was sitting right in front of me. The 'guy' in my story was named Marcus, yeah Michael...and everytime I mentioned him or he done something that caught my attention;) Michael would smile and lick his lips...
Me: *ending story*
Mr.Plimp: Nicely read. Excellent. Please take your seat.
I go back to my seat passing Michael to see him smile cheekily. I sat back down and sunk on my seat as Janet looked back and winked. What was that supposed to mean? The bell had just rang as I leave the classroom quickly avoiding Michael and trying to run out. I saw Mr.Plimp tear up the note and shread it in the bin. I wanted to know what it said, but I could wait..
Janet: Thanks for waiting for me!
Me: Hey! I'm outside the classroom I did wait.
Janet: Fair play. So, Who's this lover boy?
Me: What lover boy?
Michael: *walks next to us* Yeah, which lover boy? *looks at me*
Me: It was a story. They're not true! *rolls eyes*
Michael: What if it was? *pops chewing gum in mouth and offers one*
Me: *picks one out and puts one in* Thanks and what do you mean by that?
Michael: Oh that just makes it hard for you. You should have seen what was on the note. Gotta go, speak later.
Me: ...*stops*
Janet: Mission Impossible?
Me: Oh hell ya! *walks off back to english*
Janet:I'll guard, you read!
Me: Hell no! You're rubbish at guarding you end up flirting with the victim!
Janet: It stalls!
Me: Whatever, but fine. Do it for real this time ok?
Janet: Yes, now hurry!
Me: OK stop rushing me woman, this may be big?!
I scuttle through the little bin and grab the pieces it was only ripped once so I put it back. Half to half. Though this was worth all this, On the note ~
" Marcus in your story sure does sound like someone I know ;), But that's no worries cause' I know you like this guy but he's crazy for you too"
-Coooookieeeeeeeeeee:'}x

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