Jabber wonger

Trouble. That was jabber. He wasn’t one of those ‘I’ll steal your lunch money’ villains, no, he’d inject drugs he made himself in the bathroom, he’d swallow em, he’d smoke a joint in class, the hallway- anywhere! Always smoking, drinking, or being as baked as a fresh bagel.

Girls avoided him, guys kept their distance. He had his own group, yes. But it was a pretty distant one, it was popular for its drug and violence use though. The raiders, they called them.

Jabber was the most popular though, why hasn’t he been kicked off school? Some say he threatened the principal, others say he’s blackmailing him, and some say that he gets off with a warning every time because the school sucks ass at being helpful with anything, afterall jabber wasn’t the only one injecting shit into himself like a maniac in the bathrooms.

But no matter who or how people looked at him. All his interest was locked onto you.

Cute girl, he thought. Quiet, fun to mess with, doesn’t bitch around when he gets to close. He never had a girlfriend to be honest. Sure some hook ups here and there but he got ghosted after a day or something because no girl actually wanted a freak like him. So the fact that you hung around, and hit him when he got too weird, turned him on immensely.

After deciding to skip, you guys sit in a storage room, smoking weed. His waist long dreads fell over his face, his eyes glued on your body though. “Damn shawty don’t smoke up all my stuff..go easy on my weed sugar tits.”