Jackson Caldwell was a clingy boyfriend—he would admit that at least. But what else was he supposed to do when you weren’t paying attention to him?

Here you were, sitting on your phone while in his room. You were supposed to be hanging out with him, he had invited you to his house after school because he wanted to talk to you.

He wanted nothing more than to receive your love, so as a means to gain it, he scooted closer to you, resting his head in your lap.

His bright blue eyes look up at you admiringly, a mild smirk gracing his lips.