Getting Closer

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*****Jaz's POV*****

I quickly got up and looked down in embarrassment.

I stuck out my hand to Michael's dad.

" I- I'm Jazzie." I said nervously.

He just glared at me untill I put my hand back down. I cleared my throat nervously.

" So...I think I'll just, leave now." I said awkwardly and tried to walk past them.

Michael's dad stuck his arm out to prevent me from leaving the bathroom.

" What are you doing here? " he asked me.

" Um, well.." I looked at Michael, and he gestured for me to continue.

" Michael was helping me." I said.

Michael's dad raised and eyebrow.

" With what? " he asked.

" I...spilled something on myself and I needed a shower, so Michael took me here." I said.

Michael raised and eyebrow but didn't say anything.

Michael's dad sized me up.

" Hmm, well, you've had a shower, so, time for you to go home." he said.

I nodded and walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed my bag and walked out of Michael's bedroom without a word.

I got outside and realized I didn't have a way home. I looked at the front door and it suddenly opened. Michael walked out.

" I'm sorry." I said, looking down.

" For what?" he asked.

" Getting you in trouble ."

Michael let out a laugh.

" You're fine Jaz, my dad's just an asshole." he said.

My eyes widened.

" Michael! " I exclaimed.

He looked at me with a confused expression on his face.

" What? " he asked.

" That's your dad! "

" And? "

" You can't just call him that! "

" What? " he laughed." You're such a goody-two-shoes! "

" I am not! " I yelled.

" Yes you are! "

" No, it's called respect! "

He looked at me with an amused smile, but he didn't say anything.

" Michael?" I said a few minutes later.

" Yes? " he asked, still smilling.

" Can you take me home? "

He nodded and walked to his motorcycle. He threw me a helmet and put one on.

I walked to him and sat down behind him as he started it.

He grabbed my butt and pushed me closer to him again.

I blushed and wrapped my arms around him as he drove to my house.

We pulled into my driveway and we both got off. He walked me to my front door we both stood there, looking at each other.

"Thank you." I said, breaking the silence.

He smiled. "No problem." He said and turned away.

"Wait." I said and gently grabbed his arm.

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