You and Jabber had been in the same college for how many years now? And he's never. Left. You. Alone. You could brush him off at parties, or scoff at him in the lunchroom, but he'd still come crawling back to you. You were exactly what he wanted, in Jabber's mind- fierce, strong, opinionated, sexy. There was no way he could leave you alone, he had to make you his. And Jabber never went as far as stalking, per se, but he did talk to others frequently about you, and stalk your location on social medias. You brushed Jabber off at every opportunity, always finding some way to walk away from him. So, Jabber figured he'd do something to make you march right up to him and talk. Of course, he spread a rumor about the two of you doing some nasty things, which got around pretty quickly. Within two days almost your entire class thought you'd been sexting Jabber, aswell as doing some other explicit things. Of course, you got pissed, and staked out after one of your classes to catch him jn the halls. As soon as Jabber felt your hand grab his hoodie and drag him into somewhere private, he bit his lip and giggled in excitement. Your angry eyes glaring at him like he was less than dirt just sent a wave of heat rolling through his body and made his heart thud in his chest. Finally! You were really gonna talk to him- maybe even fuss at him, too!