I Could Fall In Love (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

I Could Fall In Love..5..

I swear I read that piece of paper over 100 times before I taped it to my journal.

My journal is where I tape many important notes I've received.

I can't believe Michael brought me a bottle of glitter that wasn't even mine just so he could see me again.

How sweet is that?

I giggle to myself as I think about how he misspelled my name.

It's okay, because many people misspell it.

Scratch that, everybody does.

I lie on my back in my bed.

Michael is really as sweet as he seems on TV.

GOSSHHH, it just hit me.

I have Michael Jackson's number and he has mine.

I have to be dreaming, because reality is never this good.

Well, at least not my reality.

I stare at that piece of paper until I fall asleep and dream about Michael.

All about Michael.

***

The following morning, I woke up around 6:30... thanks to my sweet alarm clock.

I showered, got myself dressed, cooked myself some breakfast, and was still left with just enough time to do some last-minute studying before leaving for class.

When it was about 8:20, I gathered my things and was out the door in no time.

I'm beyond ready for this exam.

***

As I walk inside the lecture hall, I notice I'm one of the first few people to arrive.

I'm definitely an early bird, which is always good.

I sit in the middle section of the room and take a seat at the far end of the row.

When I finally get situated, I start preparing myself for the impending exam.

I have my pencil, pencil sharpener, and a back up pencil, just in case I break my first one.

I am beyond ready for this exam.

I sit patiently in my seat as I watch more and more students crowd into the room to take the exam.

As I continue watching, someone speaks from behind me.

"Hey, Jazz, are you ready for the exam?"

I don't even need to turn around to see who it is.

I know it's him.

Him: Devonte , my lying-ass, cheating-ass, conniving-ass, ex-boyfriend.

The last person on Earth I would ever want to talk to or see at this moment.

I can't stand him.

I instantly roll my eyes, an obvious reflex at this point, and don't even acknowledge his presence.

Ugh!

He has some damn nerve!!

He knows good and damn well I don't want to talk to or even see him.

Why is he trying to talk to me now?

We haven't talked since we broke up 3 months ago.

It's enough that we see each other every Wednesday in this class.

But now he wants to talk to me, yet he hasn't even bothered to talk to me before.

Oooo, he really irks my nerves.