"Ugh" Finally, I was done unpacking my belongings at my new house. Unpacking took every piece of energy out of me. "I'm bouta go and get something to eat."
My name is Janyzah (juh-ni-zuh) y/l/n, I'm 28, single, and I love to dance (no matter the genre).
The sun was setting so I had leave quick. With that, I grab my keys, a small purse, and put on my classic Jordan 1s (black and gold) with black jeans (that fit my curves and make my ass look amazing), and a hoodie with cursive writing "QUEEN" on it. I put my curly long hair in a lazy bun. I'm out the house walking to my destination. I have a car, but a good walk ain't bad.
A 20 minute walk and I finally made it. (You choose the place). I grab my food and a drink ready to walk away after paying then, I bump into someone hard as bricks making me spill my drink on me.
"The fuck?! What is you doin'!"
"Oh shit, my bad."
"Yeah your bad."
He grabs some napkins and starts wiping my chest and stomach.
"I got it." I said annoyed. This my favorite hoodie too! I'm trying to keep calm. He stands there watching me. I look around to see everyone with their phones out. "This isn't Worldstar worthy." I say continuing to wipe. And I finally get a look at the man who made my drink spill.
"Michael B Jordan!" I jump but not with excitement, with fear and stupidity (🤷🏽♀️idk) . I slowly back away and start walking as if my life depended on it. I hear footsteps following behind me. I turn around and it's him. I made a damn fool out of myself, I'm trying to GET AWAY and he still wanna follow me!
"YO" He yells making me stop. "WHAT!" I yell back.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay."
"I'm fine, now stop following me." But he doesn't, I can still hear him taking closer steps.
"Okay, what do you really want?"
"I just wanted to get your hood clean for you to apologize."
Even though it's dark out his face seemed sincere... Why not? Getting my hoodie clean without paying, can't pass on that.
"Ight, I'll give you my number."
"Cool." He gives me his phone and I add my number.
"Janyzah. That's a pretty name."
"Thanks."
As I'm about to walk away he calls my name. "Janyzah" I turn around. "Wanna go out soon?" He asked.
"I don't know, how fast can you get my hoodie clean?"
"Say less" He says with a smile. I turn away and walk, within three steps I hear, "I like ya J's, classic" I smile without looking back. I feel his eyes on me. I know he was lookin' at my ass, they all do. The thought makes me laugh but not out loud. "I knew there was a reason I moved here" I say.
Chapter 1 done!
I hope you enjoyed because there IS more to come
And we will get smutty, but not so soon...
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ISAS // Michael B. Jordan
FanfictionISAS Idiopathic Sexual Arousal Syndrome. You move to Los Angeles, California just because🤷🏽♀️. It was just a normal new day, you getting something to eat, when someone bumps into you. The one and only Michael B Jordan... let's dive in shall we?
