When I got to English class I took my seat and started my work. But I soon noticed that everyone was staring at me. Since I was in advanced classes everyone was a nerd and had some strange body odor that couldn't be identified directly. A girl beside me shook my arm slightly to get my attention. When I looked over at her she asked, "do you go out with Michael Jackson?" Everyone waited for a response which I found pretty uncomfortable. “Uh yea” I responded unsure of how they would react. “But you guys are total opposites, he’s evil and popular and you’re nice and shy.” A boy said cutting in to me and Lydia’s conversation. I didn’t answer, but just stared waiting for someone else to put in their input. “He glued my butt to my seat on Wednesday, and you let me barrow your notes on Wednesday. It doesn’t go together.” After another boy said that, the entire class shared an experience they had dealing with Michael. I became extremely embarrassed and couldn’t really say much. I sat there listening to all the different times Michael had given wedgies, thrown paper, tripped people up, and mostly gluing people’s butts to different things. “Look you guys I’m truly sorry you had to go through all of those things. But the main reason he treats you the way he does is because you let him that goes with anyone out in the real world. Grow some balls” when saying this everyone’s mouths flew open as if I had said I was Hitler’s cousin. I guess Michael’s dirty mouth was rubbing off on me, and the idea scared me. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound like a jerk, but just because I go out with him doesn’t mean I can control what he does and says when I’m not around. If I’m around and he’s bullying you of course I would jump in it but, I don’t have but so many eyes I can’t watch him all the time.” Leaving English I still felt a bit embarrassed. How do you defend your boyfriend when he’s wrong every time? Going to gym I planned on talking to Michael about the situation. I walked in and accidently bumped into a guy named Harry. He was a bigger jerk then Michael and felt as if he could talk to everybody like dirt. “Move bitch” he said moving away and grabbing the basketball. “It was an accident you ass, next time watch where your big ass floppy feet are moving!” I yelled not realizing how loud I had gotten. The entire gym went silent and stood at attention, except for those few who pumped it up. “Oh so you want to grow some balls when you get a little popularity? You’re pathetic” there were oooos and other different noises which was suppose to make me angry but it didn’t. “No you’re pathetic no one likes you” when saying this people started to get closer knowing that he would talk more trash. His face turned red and he balled his hands up. “Say something else” he said between clenched teeth. This terrified me but I figured he wouldn’t hit me because well I’m a girl. “You’re an ugly piece of shit, and no one likes you, that’s why you don’t have a girlfriend”, the gym was really in a roar and his face went completely red. The next thing I know a fist is shoved in my nose. “He hit me” I thought to myself holding my nose which now was bleeding. “Say something else” he demanded with his fist balled up. The gym was at a standstill and when I looked around none of my friends were in sight. I remembered they had to perform at the pep rally so they were practicing all day. Damn cheerleaders, where are they when you really need them?” Tears started streaming down my face and I ran out of the gym. The blood from my nose became a puddle in my hand, and in the opposite direction I spotted Michael. He was smiling until he got closer and his smile dropped completely. “What the hell happened?” he asked with concern streaming out of his words. He took off his white T-shirt and handed it to me. This made my heart drop because he was being such a gentleman. He stood there in his tank top and waited for me to respond. “Harry punched me in the nose” I responded wondering how he would react. His breaths quickened and his face turned blood shot red. “You’re serious?” he asked in a deeper voice with an intense stare. I nodded yes and he took me by the arm and pulled me in the opposite direction. “No Michael let’s just go to the nurse” I said trying to pull in the opposite direction but there was no use. I was frightened by his expression but in a strange way it made him sexy. He pushed the gym doors open and oddly enough Harry had continued his basketball game as everyone around him whispered and pointed. But when they saw Michael they immediately pulled out their phones and cameras. Michael walked over to the side of the gym and picked up a hockey stick till holding on to my arm. “No Michael stop” I said not sure of what he would do or how much damage it would cause. He approached Harry but his back was turned and he finally let go of my arm which was red from his grip. With no hesitation he swung back and swung the hockey stick like a baseball back. “BANG” everyone started yelling and Michael through the hockey stick to the side and waited for Harry to recover. “We he girls now Harry?” he asked still using his deep tone. Harry struggled to get up but when he finally did he rushed over to Michael and tried to hit him. Before he could reach back Michael had already through the first punch and hit him directly in his nose. “You make her nose bleed I make your nose bleed” he said watching Harry recover from yet another blow. This was definitely not the Michael I was use to seeing. The crowd was in an uproar and there was really nothing I could do but sit there and watch the brutal beating. Michael threw another punch which triggered Harry’s nose to bleed and the security came busting in. They were extremely late but at least they were there before Michael could kill him. They said that we had to go to the office but first I was sent to the nurse. “It’s not broken” she stated moving it from side to side which hurt a lot. “I can’t believe a boy hit you, you’re lucky it’s not broken” she threw away the bloody cotton balls she used to wipe my nose and looked back at me with a small smile. “Good thing you had your man to defend you” I had to smile at this. The way she said it was as if we were having girl talk. “Thanks for cleaning me up and stopping the bleeding. Where do I put this?” I asked holding up the T-shirt Michael gave me for my nose. She made a face at the amount of blood and quickly picked it up with a pop sickle stick. “He probably doesn’t want it back” she stated putting it in the trash quickly. I walked to the office and there sat Michael. Harry was sitting all the way across on the other side holding a tissue to his nose. I sat beside Michael, still shocked about all that had just happened. “Sorry” I said trying to find words that would cheer him up. “For what? You’re the one that got hit by an ape not me” he said with an extremely small smirk. “I shouldn’t have ran my big mouth” I stated sitting back in the chair disappointed in myself. “That wasn’t me, I don’t do that. I was extremely stupid for saying anything” saying this I started to get angry with myself for my stupid mouth. “Don’t be sorry, you stood up for yourself and you shouldn’t have responded any other way. Plus I heard you spazed out on him, I taught you well” He said with a his smile growing. I rolled my eyes and looked in the opposite direction as the principle’s door swung open. “Michael you know the routine” Principle Cambell said looking over at Michael. “I sure do” Michael said walking into her office along with me and Harry. Harry stood far off and held the tissue to his nose. “Ok please, somebody explain to me why you feel like fighting on Monday”, when she said this I was going to respond but Michael’s eyes cut at me sharply letting me know not to speak. “Michael I’m use to you being here but you? You’re the smartest child at this school; I’ve never expected to see you in this office under these circumstances.” When she said this I blanket of guilt came over me. I had never been to the office for bad behavior; in fact I’ve only been to the office to pick up awards. “Now Harry tell me what happened, and if you don’t tell the truth, and I’ll know you’re not telling the truth, you’ll be suspended until you’re 21 yrs old.” I didn’t want to giggle but it almost came out. “Well um she bumped into me hard and we started getting into it. She said something stupid so I hit her and then she went to get Mike to fight her battle. He hit me with a hockey stick and continued to attack me.” After saying this he put the tissue back to his nose for sympathy reasons. “You skipped a lot Mr. Harry, beyond that you don’t put your hands on a female regardless of the situation I don’t care if she’s on your back. Now I’m afraid that if you two boys fought and you hit her you’re both getting expelled. You have a constant record and quite frankly I see no improvement.” Both of their faces flushed with fear, it wasn’t right that Michael would get expelled because he was defending me. I couldn’t let that happen, so I took a deep breath and knew I would regret everything I was about to say. “Ms. Cambell I started the fight, I guess it’s because it’s the same day that my mother died and I felt frustrated. I hit Harry in the face and then I went and got Michael hoping that he would fight him. I told him lies saying that Harry jut hit me so that he would be angrier. I set the whole thing up” when saying this everyone in the room looked shocked; even Harry’s mouth was sweeping the floor in disbelief. “Ms. Yahara I can’t believe that you would do such a thing. This is a hard time for you though, and I’ll accept that. You’re all off the hook, but I will be informing our parents and you’re dismissed for the day. Be extremely grateful that Yahara is as honest as she is” Ms. Speller said standing up from her desk. I also stood but Michael and Harry were still stuck not sure if she meant what she said. “Get out of my office” she said to Michael and Harry and they quickly got up and moved for the door. Before leaving Harry stopped me saying, “I got a lot of respect for you Margret. Can we squash the drama?” he held his hand out and I looked at it. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again, don’t ever hit me like that again or I will cut your balls off and feed them to you.” My face was extremely serious but he still searched for a smile hoping that I was joking. “You got it, I’ll never do it again I was just trippin. Sorry bout your mom by the way.” When he said this it reminded me of what day it was and I began to get a little sad. I caught up with Michael and he didn’t even look over, he was in deep thought. “Why did you do that?” he asked breaking the silence which started to like. “Because you were going to be expelled” I responded as simply as possible. But still he wore a confused expression. “But you have a clean record it would have been ruined” he said trying to understand why I did it. Honestly I don’t really know why I did it; maybe I care for Michael more than I thought. “Well I felt like it was the right thing, you were just defending me. There was really no specific reason I just did it.” Michael turned to look at me but said nothing; he grabbed my hand and started walking toward the school entrance. “I wonder what I’m going to do when I go home” I said to myself, I really wondered how I would explain the situation to my father. “You’re not going home” he stated still walking casually, I looked over at him confused but he didn’t look back. “Oh really, than where am I going?” I asked jokingly, but his expression remained serious. “To my house” he stated looking over at me waiting for my response. “Well actually I’m starting to get a head ache I should probably go home” I lied. But I was nervous to go over Michael’s house seeing that I haven’t been over there while we were together. Plus we hadn’t gotten all frenchy when it came to kissing and I knew that it was coming soon. “We have Advil, Tylenol, Aspirin, Ibuprofen, and Dayquil you’ll be fine” we turned another corner and I started coming up with excuses. “I just remembered I left my blow dryer on, don’t want my house to burn down” I said trying to pull out of his grip. He rapped his arm around my waist so that I wouldn’t squirm, “You’re lying your hair is curly today you just washed it” when did he become so observant. “Look I feel really uncomfortable going to your house with us being together and it’s just inappropriate.” Which was still part of a lie but somewhat truth, I wasn’t really uncomfortable about being in his house, but I knew he would want to kiss. “That’s hard to believe seeing that I spent the night in your house before we were together”, when he said this I felt like a slut. “Don’t say it like that” I said looking up at him, he looked back with that smile I hate so much. We arrived at his house and I had no more excuses to use. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t still thinking about a few. We went into the house and I came up with an idea. “How about we hang out in the dining room, and play some cards or something?” I suggested realizing how stupid I sound. He started to laugh and grabbed my hand guiding me up the stairs. “I don’t play cards, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either. We’re going to my room; I don’t really feel like doing much.” When he said this relief came over me. Maybe we weren’t going to do anything even though I kind of wanted him to. I was scared to kiss him because I barely knew what I was doing. The embarrassment would be too much but I knew it was going to have to happen eventually. When we entered Michael’s room he went into his dresser and pulled out a black shirt. He pulled it over his head and then sat on his bed, while I stood there like an idiot looking for the rolling chair. “Bec broke it” he said almost as if he was reading my mind. “What a tragedy” I said sitting down on his bed as far to the edge as possible. “Why do I feel like a pedophile trying to get a little girl to warm up to me?” He asked laying back on his elbows. “What! I’m fine really” I lied trying to relax my shoulders a bit. “You’re lying, I can see how nervous you are but this pleases me” he said this grabbing a piece of my hair and playing with it. My heart started to pump harder, but I tried to relax taking deep breathes secretly without him knowing. “Why are you sitting so far away” he asked still playing with my hair, I thought of a few things to say and then spoke. “Well because I figured it’s a pretty big bed and I like space so you know” I tried to lie this time not looking at him but he picked it up almost immediately. “You’re lying” he said as a smile stretched across his face. “Stop looking at me, I’m not lying” I said out of frustration covering my face with my hands. I was blushing horribly and I didn’t want him to see it. He grabbed my hand and held it in his, still wearing his obnoxious smile. “You’re so cute” he said between chuckles which made me blush even more. I turned my head even more so that he wouldn’t see my face as bright red as it was. He sat up and turned facing me. When I didn’t respond to this action he pulled my hand bringing me closer. My heart started to pound once again as he stared into my eyes with such compassion. He leaned in closer to me and I had a feeling that I would have to get over my tongue fear. His face wasn’t even an inch away and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips which made me quiver. “I’m going to kiss you now, and I’m not going to stop as we usually do” when he said this I licked my lips because they instantly grew dry because of his words. A smirk appeared on his face as he observed me lick my lips and then he pressed his against mine. He didn’t waist anytime when it came to exploring my mouth. He then stuck his tongue in my mouth which caught me off guard. It felt weird at first but I grew to like it. When I started to slightly put my tongue in his mouth he wasted no time to grab the back of my head and deepen the kiss. He ran his fingers through my hair and slightly tugged on it which made my legs tingle. He softly pushed my stomach making me lay down, but our lips never came apart. I started to get the hang of it but every time I would get the comfortable he would do something that would send me right back into my awkward position. He started to bite my bottom lip and roam with his hands. Still he only caressed my arms and my stomach but soon his hand started to work its way down to the lower part of my stomach. Then he started to trace my pants and I felt my button unbuckle. I popped up immediately pushing him off of me and I started to get up. “Wait where are you going?” he asked pulling me by the waist. “I think I should go” I said not looking at him, I was too embarrassed. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, it’s just I got carried away” he still didn’t loosen his grip and by then my nerves had calmed. I buttoned my pants up still not looking at him, but I could tell that he was staring at me. He pulled me in front of him with one leg on each side of me His head rested on my shoulder and he was hugging me tight. “I’m sorry” he said into my shoulder, a smile grew on my face but I didn’t let him see it. “I don’t want you to think that that’s what I’m with you for. I don’t want you to feel as if I have a goal or something because I don’t. It’s just kind of hard to resist “ I honestly didn’t feel as if that was what he was there for but it was comforting for him to explain. “I don’t think that Michael” I stated still looking in front of me. This conversation we were having was not at all like him, it was obvious that he was showing his soft side. “Good” he said as I looked back at him. He gave me the smile that I loved and kissed me on the cheek. “I have to go and tutor this boy” I said getting up and getting my book bag on. “What boy?” He asked as his tone became a lot more serious. “Don’t worry Michael if I was looking for a replacement I would just look on the football team.” His mouth dropped and then he began to giggle. We kissed one final time before I left out of his house. I walked down the street hoping that the boy I was tutoring was normal. I’d never heard of him which meant that he was either weird or extremely quite. What I didn’t know was the treat I was in for.