Anastasia Pov

The bell rang and I groaned. "Same shit, different day." I muttered. I groggily rubbed my eyes and completed my hygiene routine. Once finished, I wanted to wear my denim blue jeans, if boots, and my black biggie smalls t-shirt. I threw all my stuff in my book bag and headed downstairs, where I saw my dad cooking and my brother sitting in the family room, or living room. "Hey guys!" I yelled going down the stairs. My dad shot me a quick smile as he tended to the breakfast. "How are you feeling sweetheart?" He asked. I smiled because he was very concerned. "I slept fine daddy." I went over to my brother who was still in the family room, doing nothing. I sighed at the sad sight of him and rubbed his shoulder. He looked up expecting dad, but smiled when he realized it was me. I was the closest thing he had to a mother figure, and I love him like both a sister and mother.

The conversation at the table was a bare minimum. My dad attempted to make small talk, but Mig stayed silent. My father sighed and continued to eat his breakfast. These were the times I hated the woman who held me in her womb, not being there for her own children. I looked to Mig and he looked like he was a shoulder run away from completely braking down, and that broke my heart even more. After packing my lunch, I kissed my father on the cheek and Mig on the forehead, then left.

While walking into my first class, which was math by the way, and took my seat. I'm excelling in all my classes, but I'm very average in math. There's nothing wrong with that but I just want to be the top of the top. Just then, Mr.Jackson, my music teacher, came stumbling in the door way. He shot the class a quick smile and tried to organize himself as quick as he could. He stood in front of as and stared until he finally broke the silence. "Hello class, I'm Mr. Jackson, your substitute for today." He opened the desk drawer and took out as it appeared to be lesson plans. "So this is what your original teacher wants you to do this crap." He muttered the last part, but the class heard and snickered. I looked over next to me and noticed Z wasn't next to me.

Odd? I shrugged it off and copied down the work in my notebook. Once I was done, I leaned back in my chair and admired the room. My eyes glanced to every part and every corner of the room. When the door creeped open, everyone looked to see who it was. It was Z. He had a goofy smile on his face like he was talking to his friends. Mr. Jackson gave him a serious face but that made Z even happier. He gave in his late pass and quietly, took a seat next to me. Moments later, he bursted out in laughter. The whole class looked at him as did I and Mr.Jackson. "Z!" I yelled he looked at me and attempted to calm down, but he couldn't. This time, he even slouched on me a little due to his weakness. Mr. Jackson cleared his throat, but Z began to erupt in laughter. "Z, why are you laughing so hard?!" I semi yelled. He pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear. "I'm drunk off my ass!" He began giggling and I stared at him with disappointment. Finally, Mr. Jackson stood up. "Zachary, out... Now!" He yelled while pointing to the door. Z held his arms up in surrender and slowly made himself out the room. Mr. Jackson made a quick phone call.

"Anastasia, a word please?" I nodded and made my way towards him, then he led us to the doorway. "Did you happen to know the reason why Zachary was laughing?" He interrogated me. "Nope... No idea." I wasn't going to get Z in trouble for the stupid thing he may have done. Mr. Jackson arched his eye brow and I just stared at him, showing him I wasn't fazed by what he was doing. "Are you still not going to tell me... Asia?" I shot him a glare, and he chuckled. It was a very light, supple chuckle and it brought a small grin to my face, but I quickly suppressed it. "How old are you Anastasia?" He questioned. "I'm 17." He nodded. "So a senior?" I nodded my head slowly. He began to ask questions about me and I answered... Very cautiously. I didn't know why he was even talking to me period. "So why this school?" I asked him. He furrowed his eyebrow. "I don't follow." He stated. "I mean, out of all the high schools in New York, why this one?" He shook his head and smiled. "This school was on their knees practically begging for me." He said while boasting. I scoffed at his cockiness. "Your very full of yourself Mr. Jackson." He winked at me. "My name is Michael, Anastasia." He said. I nodded my head because his name just sounded so good together. "Nice." I replied. "Are you gonna tell me why Zachary was laughing?!" He playfully yelled. I shook my head. "Not a chance." I replied, barely audible at that. "Miss. Mendoza, why will you not tell me?" He asked while switching his position. I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulder. He sighed before talking. "Your abStubborn, beautiful thing aren't you?" He left as I stood there in shock. I couldn't believe he just said that to me. Saying I was flattered was an understatement, I was infinity and beyond being flattered. With my face being flushed and all, I slowly made my way back into class, feeling Mr. Jacksons steel state grazing my body. I took my seat and continues to do nothing. I started humming the song "I feel good" by James Brown.

Wo! I feel good, I knew that I wouldn't of
I feel good, I knew that I wouldn't of
So good, so good, I got you

The bell suddenly rang. Everyone made there way out the door. I had to pack up all my stuff and ended up being last to leave the class. Before I stepped out the door, Mr. Jackson slipped me a note. Without remember I had pockets, I discreetly put it in my bra.

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When finally getting home about 8 hours later, I decided to get all my homework finished before anyone got home. Mig was at football practice and my dad was out their being a pediatrician and all. Once finished, I decided to take another shower and changed into my pajamas. I ordered Mexican food, my dads favorite, and placed them on the counter. It was around 4:15 and they wouldn't be back until 5.

While watching Focus, I couldn't focus on it(pun intended) I felt something scratching me. Realization finally hit me when I took the note out my bra. I smiled a big smile:

"Wo! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you."
- M. Jackson

I smiled and continued to watch the movie. Of course, with Michael running through my mind..