I Could Fall In Love (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

I Could Fall In Love..102..

"Yes, sir."

One of my security guys opens the door and Simon and I walk past him.

"So where's Jazz? I can't wait to see her, Mike." Simon smiles as we walk outside. "Is she at the hotel waiting for you?"

I act as if I hadn't heard him as the paparazzi appear.

"I'll see you at four, Simon." I say quickly before running off to my limo.

"But Michae--"

I slide into the back of my limo before any of the paparazzi can snap a picture.

*

(Jazmyne)

"How did you know, Jan?"

What does she mean by she saw it herself?

This whole situation is getting crazier and crazier.

Janet comes over to me. "Calm down, Jazz."

"I am calm, Janet." I assure. "Now tell me how you "saw it for yourself"."

Janet breathes. "Well, Dionne and I saw Kendra come out of his room after it happened."

"You mean to tell me Dionne knows too?!"

I look over at Teyonna and she nods.

"Ain't this bout a bitch." I mumble. "So is that why Kendra was trying so hard not to ruffle Dionne's feather's?"

"Yeah." Teyonna nods again.

This is crazy.

"Ugh!" I growl, sitting back down, as I rub my temples. "I'm getting a headache."

"I'm sorry, Jazz." Teyonna sighs. "Don't be mad at me. Kendra was going to tell you, and if she didn't in due time, I was definitely gonna tell you myself."

"She really was, Jazz." Janet nods. "We were in her room talking to her about it."

"Yeah, Jazz, that's where we came from when we heard all the commotion in here."

I'm done with this.

I need Michael.

I've gotta get to Michael.

"I'm not mad at you, Teyonna." I sigh, standing up. "I'm disappointed in you." Teyonna's face loses all emotion. "I'm not mad at you though." I repeat, looking away from her. "Now, could you leave Janet and I alone for a minute?"

"Jazz, I'm sorr--" Teyonna starts.

"Teyonna," I interrupt, walking over to the door. "we'll talk later." I open my room door and gesture her to leave. "I'm not mad at you, Teyonna." I say as she walks over to me and the door. "I just want to talk to Janet alone. I'm not mad at you."

"Whatever, Jazmyne." Teyonna rolls her eyes and walks past me out the door.

I scoff and close the door after she exits.

I look over at Janet as I hold onto the doorknob.

Janet looks down at the floor.

I know Teyonna's pissed at me, but Michael's my main priority right now.

I'll deal with her later.

*

"Why would Kandice even say anything?" Dionne asks.

"I have no clue," Kendra sighs, dabbing her lips again. "I don't even know that girl like that."

"I do, but I promise she isn't even worth knowing."

Dionne and Kendra sit in silence for a second.

"You know," Kendra begins, staring into space. "I should really go find her bitch ass and beat the hell out of her."

"You and me both." Dionne agrees with a chuckle.

Kendra sighs in pain. "How long do you think Jazz'll stay mad at me?"

Dionne raises both of her eyebrows, because she knows how long Jazz can hold a grudge.

Especially when she feels she's been done wrong by someone she's loved and trusted.

"Uhhh," Dionne shrugs. "I don't know."

"That long, huh?" Kendra catches on and Dionne shrugs again. "Ugh!" She growls as she puts her head down. "This is bullshit!"

*

(Jazmyne)

I walk over to Janet and say.

"I need to know where Michael is, Jan, and I need to know now."

"I can't tell--"

"Bullshit!" I interrupt. "YOU can tell me!"

"I can," Janet states as she walks around me. "but.....I won't."

My eyes widen. "Are you serious?!" Janet blinks at me as I continue. "You're not gonna tell me where my fiancé is?!"

"I'm not gonna tell you where my brother is," She sasses. "because he doesn't want you to know."

I can't believe this shit!

"Janet, you would help keep us apart?" My voice cracks as tears fill my eyes again. "You know I love your brother. Why won't you just tell me where he is? I need to talk to him."

"Point blank, Jazmyne, Michael doesn't want you to know where he is." Janet scoffs as she walks to the door. "So I'm not gonna tell you."

"Why not, Jan?" I whine as she stands by the door..

"I'm thinking," Janet inhales then exhales. "maybe you should feel what he felt when he saw you with Devonte: miserable."

Janet walks out of my room, slamming the door behind her, as I drop to my knees and start crying.