This 4th part story takes place in high school where Prince is the Jock and Michael is the nerd. Now I know what you all are thinking, 'how come prince gets to be the jock he's short.'welp just Because he's short does not mean his personality isn't rebellious
Warning : Intense Smut teen pregnacy and massive strong language.
You can skip the smut if you are not that comfortable but I'm sure you pervs are gonna read it anyways
Enjoy
Thriller era/ Purple rain era
(Why not :3 )
Michael's POV
As I was sitting on the cafeteria eating a cookie, I was skecthing on my drawing book. As I flowing my hand on the blank page draw my imagination of Mickey Mouse riding on a magical shooting star through space.
As I finished my sketch I began to grab my pencil box and take out some colored pencils and color the sketch. But as I was about to finish coloring, I saw three figures behind me.
Two tall ones and a short one. I turned around to see my worst nightmare. His name was Prince, he may be the shortest but he's quite of the jock and very..VERY rebellious. He always bully me every time I sit at this table.
The two boys were Andre and Morris which is his best friends. They also in the basketball team and pick on every nerds or hit on girls they see. I quickly hold my drawing book close to my chest so tight so he won't see the drawing.
"Hey nerd," He sneered."What you got there?"
"N-nothing," I stuttered."W-why a-are yo-you worrying about it?"
"You didn't answer my fucking question," he growled."Let me say it again, what you got there in your sketchbook?"
"I-it's N-none of your da-damn b-business!" I muttered.
"What's that curly locks? I can't hear you."
"I SAID IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!!" I screamed and covered my hands over my mouth.
The whole cafeteria got quiet.
Students turned around and face me and Prince 'oohing' The moment I realized of my senior year, I was going to get my ass kicked.
Shit.
I'm starting to regret what I just said.
"Ooh", Andre laughed, "He snapped!"
"Oh man, you're so gonna get it!" Morris laughed.
Prince got very close to my face looking very pissed as ever. "Oh so you wanna talk smart to me like a bitch you are."
"First of all, Pringle, I am not a bitch, my mother did not called me a bitch, I'm sure as hell your mom's a bitch!" I snapped. That feels kinda good standing up to him like that.
"Ooooohhh!!!" The students yelled.
Prince's face was red and was at the point of punching me in the face. But he caught himself and stared at my sketchbook with the devilously grin on his face.
Oh no.
"Well, since you insult me," he stated," don't tell me what you got in that stupid book, and calling my ma a bitch at that, I hope you don't mind if I..take..a..peak." He snatched my book from my hands.
"Hey! That's mine! Give it back!" I said trying to get it back but his friends lock both of my arms with theirs. Prince flipped through the pages and saw my finished sketch.
