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I FELT A SUDDEN STING of pain on my cheek. I opened my eyes only to be face to face with Janet but she looked slightly irritated. I should be the one to look irritated, I was the one that was woken up by a slap to the face. I glared at her then rolled over onto my side.

"Go away" I muttered. I hear her groan and hear get footsteps approaching the other side of the bed. I peeked my eyes from underneath my blanket and watched as she took a seat on my bed while continuing to look pissed at me. I sighed and threw the covers off me.

"What do you want? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked her. Her facial expression changed as if I should already know why she's pissed but I still have no clue. She groaned and pulled something from behind her and tossed it infront of me.
It was a newspaper. I didn't see anything wrong with it until I read the headline

"Wacko Jacko and British starlet?"

I glared at the name they called me. Even after all these years, I'm still effected by that stupid name that the tabloids have given me. I huffed feeling irritated already. I opened up the article that was written about me.

"Has Jackson finally got himself a lady? Recently Jackson, 27, was seen with Micky Beaumont, 21, at Disneyland. Beaumont is 1/4 of the rising British girl group, Little Mix. Recently the group has won their first Grammy for best new artists and will soon start their first American tour.
While the rest of the band has flown home to spend time with family, Beaumont has decided to stay in LA. Why is that? Maybe because she's been seeing Michael?
Whatever the reason, let's pray that Micky Beaumont can handle the weirdness that is Wacko Jacko or maybe she too will become the future Mrs. Wacko"

I slammed the paper on my bedside table and huffed in anger. How dare they? I glanced at my sister to still see her staring at me, expression unchanged.

"What?" I asked, anger evident in my voice. She grabbed one of my pillows and hits me over the head with it. I grabbed at my head and groaned.

"Why didn't you tell me you were dating her already?" She yelled. I again groaned and fully threw my sheets off my body and stood up from my bed.

"Because we aren't. The tabloids are making all this stuff up" I muttered as I pull on my robe.

"Really? Then why's the whole date to Disneyland about huh?" She questioned me. I shook my head.

"Why do you even care if I took her to Disneyland?" I asked. She gave me a look as if to say 'you're an idiot'.

"Because as your sister, you're suppose to tell me stuff like this. I wanna help you get your girl and what better way to get advice than from a girl herself" she said as a matter of fact. I chuckled and pulled my hair away from my face.

"Look Dunk, Micky and I aren't dating. I simply took her to Disney because she told me that she's always wanted to go but never had a chance. I did it because she's my friend" I told her as a matter of fact. She looked at me blankly before bursting into laughter.

"That's bullshit Michael" she laughed. I glared at her.

"No it's not. It's the truth" i told her. Janet smirked. Oh do I hate seeing her smirk

"Whatever you say" she walked out of my room without another word said. I huffed and ran my fingers through my curls. I took another glance at the newspaper on my nightstand. And suddenly I felt dread drape over me. What if she's mad at me now because of all this tabloid stuff? She probably is.

"Shit" I muttered under my breathe and grabbed my phone from my bedside table and quickly dialed her number. It ringed and ringed but no one answered. I began to panic as I called for the 2nd time but still there was no answer. I sighed and realized that she's probably ignoring me. I wouldn't blame her. If ignore me too.
God you're so stupid, Michael. Now she's gotten bad rep because of you. I sighed and decided to get dressed for the day. I went downstairs and greeted mother and quietly ate my breakfast. After I finished I went back to my room and just laid on my bed. I glance at my clock 10:47am.
I grabbed my phone and tried to call Micky but still there was no answer. At this point I was convinced she hated me.
I have to make this right. I grabbed my jacket and my car keys and quickly walked out of the house with no questions asked. I hopped into my car and began my drive to her hotel. I hope she isn't too upset with me.