Chapter 1

"Bella! Get off the phone, we're gonna be late!" My best friend Sam yells from the car. "Alright Mark, I gotta go. Love you, bye." Mark and I have been together since my senior year in high school, and he's a great guy. We haven't gone very far, in the sense of intimacy. He's a gentleman and I am reserved and obedient, and I have never dated anyone else.

I grew up with very strict parents, whose idea of fun is doing SAT Practice Tests or reading an encyclopedia cover to cover. I guess that's why I'm doing so well in college. Sam and my other two friends, Jess and Claire, finally managed to pull me from my studying to get me out of the house to have a little fun. I was having a perfect amount of fun when I was peacefully reading 'Catcher of the Rye' in my apartment.

I get into the car and Jess, Claire and Sam are all waiting for me. "Ready to go?" Sam says from the driver's seat. "Yup!" I say. I notice Claire is eyeing my outfit, which is a black solid skirt that stops a little below my knee, and a flowery shirt with a collar and buttons running down the middle of it. I glance at her shorts and tanktop, her bra straps clear and out in plain sight. Just looking at her makes me feel exposed.

"Don't you feel a little overdressed Bella?" Jess asks. "Well, no. We're going to the mall right? I could pick up a longer skirt!" I clap my hands in excitement and Sam and Jess exchange looks from the front of the car. They always try to give me fashion tips, but the clothes they offer me makes me feel like I'm going to a strip club. I guess I'm different that way. "We're here!" Jess cheers. Sam pulls the car into a parking space and the four of us walk through the entrance.

We decide to go to JCPennys to look through some clothing and shoes. "How about these you guys?" I pull out some plaid, comfortable flats, a big smile on my face. But Claire sees it and scrunches up her nose in disgust. She clears her throat and Sam and Jess look in our direction. "Um, not what I would go for. But you can go ahead and get them if you'd like." Sam and Jess nod their heads in agreement, but I can tell its not sincere. They just don't want to hurt my feelings. I shrug and pick them up anyway, walking to the cashier to purchase it. The whole time, I feel like I'm being watched. I don't think much of it as me and the girls look around some more.

After a few hours of shopping and free samples from the food court, Sam, Jessie and I are ready to head home. "Let me just run to the bathroom, I'll be back soon." They nod and I hurry and take care of my business. When I come out to wash my hands, young girls were snickering at me, obviously my outfit. I sigh and make my way back to meet my friends.

"Hey, where's Jess?" I ask Sam. She points through the glass doors of Macy's to see Jess and some random male kissing. And when I say kissing, I mean making out. "Of course." I mutter. If Jess and I weren't friends, I think it would be safe to say that Jess flirts a lot, almost a slutty behavior. She can walk into a party and come out pregnant if she's not careful..

I walk over and pull Jess away from the guy, who I must say is quite attractive. Then I feel guilt for Mark. "Jess, we're leaving!" I say. I grab her arm and pull her back to the group. I turn around to scold her. "How many times do I--" My words are cut off because in seconds I'm laying on my back on the ground. "Wow, that hurt." I say, rubbing my arm. The stranger that I bumped into has bright white teeth, curls, a ton of buckles on his outfit... "Sorry babe," he says. He helps me up. "Thank you." I dust off my long skirt.

"You bump into people like that all the time?"

"No, it was just a mistake."

I look over at the man and he's writing something down. "This weekend."

"Wha--" Suddenly the man folds up the paper and grabs me to him so that our bodies press together.

Then he drops the paper down my shirt, now wedged in between the cups of my bra. I take the paper out and there's a phone number scribbled on it. He walks away and I'm left confused in the middle of the mall.

Authors Note: Hi! This is my first Wattpad story. Just a warning that Michael has an alternate personality. If you're a reader who prefers sweet, shy, sensitive Michael, this story may not be for you. If you like any Michael Jackson story at all, by all means, read on! I hope you enjoy.