Michael Jackson Fanfic: How I Met Your Daddy

Baby, I'm Sorry

All Michael could do was think of her during practice. He needs to get it together for the big game.

Michael had his eyes focused on the cheerleading team. Where they were practicing as well, His eyes got curious when he pointed at them. His mind was in the gutter.

"Why you pointin' for?" He shouted from across the field. The girls giggled.

He shook his head. He smashed the football together in his hands. Michael got in position, throwing the ball too far from the player who was trying to conceive it.

"Aye Mike, Come on dude, throw the ball regularly," Jake complained, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Sorry, I wasn't concentrating" Michael shook his arms trying to focus on the game.

"Ready man?" Jake asked calmly.

"I'm ready, I'm always ready.." He mumbled.

I couldn't stop thinking about this jerk, I think my brain fell out of my head. His lips were so soft, and his mouth so sweet. He smells so damn good. If I was a little loosened, I probably would have kicked him in his balls.

"Wait what the hell am I saying!" I grunted loudly.

"Honey, please go to sleep." My mother stuffed her face in the pillows from my constant screaming all night about Michael.

"Sorry, Mom.."... I closed my eyes into a sweet dream.

The next morning, I was so relieved for my Friday. Only because I dress really nice.

Swimming practice is today and I'm glad to go since I handed in my homework the other day. And Mr. Big Shot didn't.

My locker slammed on me again and I didn't jump again I just got angry.

"What is Michael?" I said standing there looking at the cold ground.

His hand flew in front of my face and I gasped.

"Where's my math homework?" He sighs.

"Not in my bag." I pushed him so he could get out of my way.

He caught up with me.

"Hey, wait that's not all I wanted to say." He said nervously.

"I don't want to hear it," I said avoiding him.

"Just give me my homework alright." He nagged.

"No!" I yelled slowly trying not to make a scene.

"Oh I owt'a -

"Michael!" Valrie called out lightly. Michael turned around and began to walk over to her as I walked off.

"I was in the middle of something Val, can't you see I'm busy?" He said already pissed off.

"You are always busy, why don't you have any time for me?" She said trying to contact his eyes.

"I don't know...I'm just busy ok.."

"Always, busy.. it's ok.. I don't care, I'm just trying to get closer to Jake." She bragged furiously.

"You serious?"

"Look, I like you and all, but Jake... We get along real better.." She confessed in a low mumble so no one else could hear.

"That's fine, I understand.. Jake's a great kid.."

"I'm so glad you understand... Are you gonna be ok?" She asked softly.

"Yeah." He chuckled kissing her on the forehead..

"You could be so sweet, sometimes.." She scoffs.

"Yeah yeah..See you around Val.." He walked backward until he turned around to catch up with me.