Your POV
(Bad era//modern day (2018))

You just got the news that summer was coming on May 25th! You were super excited and instantly joined the buzz of energy and excitement that roamed the halls of adrenaline bound teenagers. As you were walking down the hall, distracted by your crazy friends, you accidentally bumped into someone. "Hey! Watch where your going!" A very familiar voice exclaimed. You looked up to see that it was your old crush, Michael Jackson. "Sorry, jerk." You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder as you moved past him. "Oooo," teased his friends. "Girl, you need to chill with him, what'd you guys even do this summer?" Rachel asked. "None of yo business," you roll your eyes as you and your friends enter geometry. "Dang Y/N, I mean I understand that your a sophomore and he's a senior, but chill out, all seniors are like this. Jerky, fake, mean, may the list go on?" Your other friend, Leah laughed. "Don't worry about him, chill." Rachel laughed as she playfully elbowed you. You slightly smile as you get to your seat, but you had an awful feeling something was going to happen between you two.

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Later that day
You couldn't stop thinking about what happened today. You don't usually like thinking about Michael, because you start imagining things that'll probably never happen. The school bell finally rung, signaling that school was over for the day. You quickly rushed out of the classroom and made your way to your locker. You stuffed your things in your backpack, slammed the locker door and made your way to the entrance of the school. As you were making your way to the double doors, you saw a glimpse of Michael and his idiot friends surrounded by his sports car. You roll your eyes at his intolerable amount of arrogance as he flexes his almost non-existent muscles. He's toned here and there, but he doesn't satisfy your needs. Walking calmly to your car, you take a quick glance at him, but surprisingly, he's staring at you. It wasn't a typical stare either, it was more like a cold, sexy stare. A stare that made you feel far from calm, you feel uncomfortable.  You quickly look away, and purposefully ignore him as you click the unlock button on your car keys. You throw your backpack in the passenger seat, and drive the hell out of the parking lot. 

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The next evening

As you were doing your geometry homework, listening to Stir Fry by Migos, you heard something hit your window. You took your earplugs out of your ears and went to see what's constantly hitting your window. As you looked down, you saw the annoying, yet precious face of Michael Jackson. He smiled at you once he saw your annoyed face. You rolled your eyes and headed down the stairs to see what he could possible want. When you open the front door, you gasp as he stands in front of you smiling mischievously. How did he get to the front door so quickly? "Did I scare you?" He chuckles. You roll your eyes, ignoring his question, "What do you want?" "I need company." Michael whispers. What the hell? Last time you checked, he was a total jerk. You two are also neighbors, he lives about two houses away from you. "Leave me alone, don't you have other friends to hang with?" You say as you walk away from the door leaving it open for him to come inside. Your parents are not home, their on a trip to Costa Rica. "Don't let what happened in summer fool you." Michael said as he inched up closer to you. He was just a summer fling, nothing serious. You shiver as his breath tickles your neck. You softly push him away and glare at him, "I've never been fooled, I know exactly what happened and why you did it." His smirk instantly turns into a frown, "You've moved on?" Michael asks with worry. Wait, does Michael still like you? You try your hardest to try and tell him you have, but the words "Yes" couldn't come out of your mouth. "N-no I haven't." Michael's eyes instantly shined with happiness. "But your a senior, I'm a sophomore, we can't be together." You say as you slowly walk backwards away from him. "Who says we can't? I'm not even 18 yet." Michael says as he moves closer to you. "S-still, you're going to graduate soon, then what are we gonna do?" You stop walking and stare at him watching as his eyes filled with hope gradually fade into eyes filled with hopelessness. "We've practically had sex, what more should I give you in order to change your mind?" He says in frustration. "I can't believe you!" You rush out the living room in anger. 

***

"Y/N! Wait!" "You are so egotistical and insensitive to anyone's feelings! You're just like all the seniors that come around and use girls for sex. I-" Michael forcefully grabs your face and gives you the most passionate kiss you've ever received from a guy. Michael breathes heavily and disconnects his soft lips from yours, "Y/N, I'm not like other guys.. I'm saying this from deep within my heart. I love you. I love the way you smile, the way you walk, the way you talk, how gorgeous you are, how your so independent and stubborn, yet you can always speak your mind. I know I've acted like a complete jerk to you this year, but I didn't know how to express my feelings to you." Michael says as he looks deep into your eyes. Standing there speechless, he grabs your hand and kisses your cheek, "I really care about you Y/N." Michael says reassuringly. You were about to give in, but your mind snapped back into reality again. "Listen, Michael, if you liked me enough, you would've came to me and said this exact thing a long time ago. Not only that, but your a damn senior, I'm pretty sure it's not hard to go and talk to a girl despite her age. But since you are so immature, and always cares about what your friends think, why should I trust you and give in?" You say with sass. You let go of his hand leaving him speechless. "I almost fell for you Michael. I really did. But I'm not going to be played because I know who you are. Your a player, and I'm a woman you don't wanna mess with.  Never underestimate the power of my intuition. I can recognize your game before it's even play it. Treat me like a game and I'll show you how it's played." You say. You drag him by the hand and push him out the house. Goodbye Michael, but you ain't gonna fool me.

Michael's POV

"Damn."

SISTAHSSS!!! I'm so sorry I've been gone for wayyy too long. I'm so happy that I was able to write another lit chapter for you all. I've been so busy with school, finals, sports, drama, etc. It'll only get harder than this, me becoming a sophomore next school year. I wanted to write this chapter for all my ladies that are in toxic relationships or if you have toxic friendships. Listen, if you want to leave your friends or your boyfriend or girlfriend, leave them. If they treat you like crap, leave them. If they wanna fight, leave them. They gotta know what their up against when you put your guard up. Don't let any woman or man push you around, because before you know it, you are going to be in a hard situation that's gonna be hard to come out of. Just my two cents for ya'll. Let me know if you want more advice or more chapters intended for real life situations. I know some fanfics or imagines are just fantasy and are always so perfect, but this is reality. I love writing for ya'll, but I want to make sure you guys are happy with what I write, and that it'll somehow inspire you, help you with whatever situation your in, or maybe help out a friend that's going through something. I want ya'll to ALWAYS be treated like valuable and important women, because you know it's harder for us in the real world. We can empower, inspire, and lift up each other through advice, books, messages, etc. Don't be afraid to let someone know how you feel, because that person could seriously help you. Please comment and vote! I love ya'll so much! <3

Chloe