Mr. Jackson (A Michael Jackson Story)

Chapter- 8

"Why is she here?" Efrain said, kicking up his skateboard.

I mocked him and rolled my eyes and looked at Brooke. "I'm here."

"If you guys are gonna talk about Mr. Jackson, I'm out." Efrain said.

I turn to Efrain and roll my eyes again. "No, I'm talking about how I got detention today."

"And tomorrow." Brooke chimes in.

Efrain shrugs and sits down on his skateboard. "In that case, sure. I'm all ears."

I sit on Brooke's driveway and she sits next to me. "We talked about Logan and the field trip, that's it."

"Oh yeah!" Brooke laughs. "Because Mr. Jackson took your privilege of going!"

Efrain laughs along with Brooke. "Shannon, you're such a bitch, if anyone would talk back to Mr. Jackson, we all know damn well it would be you."

I shrug and nod, looking towards the sidewalk where I pushed him down and called him a cripple. "Yeah, I know." And laughed a little, because I called him a dumbass for walking backwards.

Brooke tries to figure out what I'm looking at, and makes weird faces at me while investigating. "Shan? Whatcha looking at?"

"Oh, I heard about the part where Mr. Jackson was texting you?" Efrain smirks.

"Never mind about what you're looking at," Brooke laughs. "Show us the text messages!"

Shaking me head no, I pull out my phone. "My privacy. But I will read some stuff."

Brooke sighs and turns to Efrain. "She's hilarious."

"Shh," Efrain smirks. "Let her read."

I roll my eyes, as I begin to read off some messages.
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I have a question, Mr. J.
What is it?
What time do we have to be at school for the trip?
7:30, Shannon. I thought I already addressed this.
Oh sorry, thanks though.
Don't worry about it.
Do we have assigned seats on the bus?
Shannon, listen. I will talk about this tomorrow morning.
But please! I would like to know now.
... You can sit with Brooke if you'd like. But under one condition, Shan.
Hah knew it.
My last statement stands.
The condition, sir?
Never mind, I will put name tags for everyone on the bus.
But Brooke and I will sit together, right?
Yes.
See you tomorrow!
Okay.

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After I read that, they stared at me like they were sleeping.

"That's not important!" Brooke yells.

"I wanna know where I'm gonna sit, I wanna know! Ask him!" Efrain claps his hands and laughs.

"I might as well call him.."

Brooke and Efrain's eyes light up as soon as I said that.

"Do it."

I don't seem why they thought calling him was a 'big deal' but I guess I'll go with it.
I dial his number and put the phone to my ear, hearing it ring.
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"Hello?"
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"Shut the fuck up Efrain he's on the phone!" I yell and then Efrain soon shut his mouth.

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"Shannon? Why are you calling me at this time?"
"Why not?"
"Did I not just see you 15 minutes ago?"
"Was that when I called you a cripple?"
"...maybe."
I laugh and blush a bit. "Yeah I have a question."
"7:30 and yes you're sitting with Brooke-"
"No, shut up and let me ask."
"Oh, go on."
"Efrain is here with Brooke and I."
"Yes, I heard you tell him shut up explicitly." He laughs nervously.
"Oh, I didn't mean for you to hear that though."
"I'm used to it. Go on with your question?"
"Efrain wants to know where he's sitting."
"Damn!" He laughs. "I didn't even start the seating chart yet. I guess I'll put him with Tyler?"
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I turn to Efrain and laugh. "He said Tyler."