Once her eyes landed on you, she knew you'd be hers. There was simply no way she was gonna let you slip through her fingers. She didn't know if you liked girls, if you liked girls with blue hair, if you liked your girls a little weird, or if you'd ever give her a chance. But she wouldn't give up.

With time, she learned all the little things about you. Where you came from, what you liked, what you did in your free time. She kept a close eye and studied you.

Even though she had her mind plagued by you ever since the first glance, she found herself liking you even more as time went by. She didn't just want you or want to possess you anymore, but your presence started becoming something she not only craved, but enjoyed.

Jinx found herself wanting you to teach her about yourself, and not to just observe from the sidelines and suddenly blurt out something she probably shouldn't know about you and get a weird look in response. She liked hearing you tell her things.

"So..." she drawled lazily, lying on your bed, her legs dangling off the edge and braids wrapped around her own neck like a scarf. "How do you say that again?"

Jinx loved hearing you huff at her, loved your annoyed face when she asked for the 500th time how to say something in your native language. Loved your playful smile as you successfully tricked her into saying the filthiest stuff. Ugh, she's whipped.