I Could Fall In Love (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

I Could Fall In Love..92..

Michael stares at me for a second then a sweet smile spreads across his beautiful face.

I sigh in relief.

I know guilt's written all over my face.

I was just daydreaming about my ex.

"I love you." Michael mouths to me.

I smile back at him then look down at the floor.

Thank God, he can't read my mind.

I sigh again.

Why do I keep thinking about Devonte in these ways?

First, I'm marrying him.

Now I'm letting him feel me?

What's next?

Having his baby?!

Oh, hell naw!

I will give myself a hysterectomy to keep that from happening!

Ewww, what is wrong with me?

I don't want Devonte.

I look out at Michael again as a woman sits beside him.

Who is--oh hell noo.

"Jazz?" Devonte calls.

"What?" I snap, staring at the woman beside Michael.

It's Kandice.

What is that bitch doing in here?

"Why is she in here?" I ask myself aloud.

"Who?" Devonte sighs as he walk over beside me. "Who-who is that? Daaaammmmnnn, that's Kandice! GOT damn she fine! She is--" I wasn't expecting an answer, because I actually forgot Devonte was still in the booth with me. However, hearing his little comments about how good she looks makes me glare at him and he covers his mouth. "Ohhhh, shit. Did I say that out loud?"

I roll my eyes at him.

"That's Jackie's girlfriend, Devonte." I correct. "And she ain't all that."

Devonte smirks at me. "I thought y'all were cool."

"I don't like that hoe." I shoot back.

"Why not?" He frowns. "What has she done to you?"

I narrow my eyes as Kandice rubs her hand down Michael's arm.

"Excuse me." I push past Devonte to the booth door.

"Where are you goi--" Devonte begins but is interrupted by the slamming of the booth door behind me.

"Ahem!" I clear my throat, loudly, as I fold my arms and walk over to where Michael, Janet, and Kandice are sitting.

"Hey, babe." Michael smiles up at me.

I place my hands on my hips and arch an eyebrow.

Michael searches my face as I stand silently, staring at Kandice's hand on his shoulder.

"Baby?"

"Get. your. hand. off. of. my. fiancé." I space my words, staring at Kandice.

"Am I bothering you, Jazmyne?" Kandice smirks and rubs Michael's shoulder.

"Kandice, get your hand off of Mike." Marlon chimes in.

Jackie turns around in his chair as Kandice moves her hand.

I smile at Marlon and he winks back at me.

I'm glad somebody said something because I was about to rip her head off of her scrawny little body.