I Could Fall In Love (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

I Could Fall In Love..23..

Dionne's sitting at the bar sweet talking, who I presume to be her next victim, a very gullible, ugly man.

Her usual type.

He must have stacks of money or he bought her some drinks.

Those two things usually make any man beyond sexy in Dionne's eyes.

Bitch.

She's giggling and placing her hand all on his shoulder.

I know his ass ain't that funny.

I narrow my eyes and continue to examine her body language.

Yup, she's definitely preparing Mr. Ugly for the kill.

I've seen those moves a thousand times.

"Hey, y'all," I say to Teyonna and Kendra as I keep my eyes on Dionne. "I'll be right back."

They're still dancing, neither of them hear me, so I quietly walk off of the dance floor.

For that certain surprise factor, I take the long way around the club to get to Dionne.

And true enough, the bitch never even sees me coming.

I'm smiling as I step to the bar, all 5'1" of me, and tap her on the shoulder.

"Hey, slut." I smile as she turns to see who's tapped her. She gasps a little when she sees who I am. "Remember me? The friend you betrayed?" I continue with the same fake smile. "Now, I know you didn't think I would just let you off that easily, after you tried to sleep with my man?!"

"J-J-Jazmyne." Dionne stammers as she stands from her stool.

"Oh, yeah, hoe, I know you know my name." I growl, stepping closer to her. "Didn't I tell you that Keith couldn't hold me back forever?"

She looks around for a way out then suddenly her demeanor changes.

It's like something clicked inside that empty head of hers.

"Jazz, you're not going to fight me in the middle of the club." She asserts, confident, as she steps into my face. "I know you won't."

That's the change.

She thinks I won't beat her ass.

Did this bitch just grow some balls or what?

"Bitch, I know you didn't just step into my space." I grit as the troll she was talking to tries to intervene.

"Ladies--"

"You ain't gon' do nothing." She interrupts him then pushes me.

Okay..ummm..did this bitch just push me?

I chuckle as I brush my arms and my dress.

Yeah, that was the "we bout to fight" chuckle.

I step up to her and glare. "Wanna try me?"

"What is little Jazmyne gonna do?" She mocks and I smile sweetly.

Then I clock her ass.

I punch Dionne point blank and right in the face.

And the next thing I know she's grabbing me by my hair and we're falling to the floor.

Which pisses me off even more.

See, I don't wear extensions like she does.

The hair on my head is God-given, not horse given.

"Let go of my hair, bitch!!" I yell as I continue punching her.