Now why did you think that was smart? (Janka- Gachiakuta)
Tags: College AU, ABO, O!Zanka, A!Jabber
Zanka has his books in his hands. He stops himself mid step from upping his speed.
“Hey, you little bitch. You hear me.”
Footsteps are heard behind him. He quickly goes into the building on his left. His next class is across the campus.
The voice gets closer, and the doors close behind him as he walks down the crowded hallway after entering the building.
Shit. What floor did Gris teach on?
He eyes the stairs leading to the ground floor. He takes them remembering his classroom was in a badly lit part of the building.
Zanka knows he can make it. Jabber doesn’t like Gris. Hates being in the kind man’s presence even. He’ll never understand why, but it’s his protection if he can make it.
“I fuckin’ see you~.” A maniacal laugh follows the call.
Zanka sees the classroom that he believes to be Gris’s. He starts to jog. He’s already found out now. He makes his way through the crowd.
Zanka stops. Enjin is in front of him, smiling down at him. His heart leaps in his chest. “What’s the rush, dude?” Rudo is next to him, with a scowl on his face.
“Gotcha!” Jabber’s excited voice rings loudly into his ear before Jabber throws an arm around Zanka, pulling him close to his chest. He looks up at Enjin, “Why you looking at him like that?” Jabber frowns at Enjin.
Enjin holds his hands up, showing peace. “He’s my friend. No harm, dread-head.”
“You lookin’ a little too happy to see him.” Jabber observes, then jerks his chin towards Rudo. “See him. He has the right face. Not a sign of enjoyment in those eyes.”
“The kid couldn’t smile if he wanted to.” Enjin explains.
“Why? Fucked up childhood or something? Got fucking in the ass as a kid, and never recovered?” Jabber asked. He moves his hand down Zanka’s body. Gripping his waist instead.
Enjin laughs. “No, no. Rudo is obsessed with his Dad, but he’s a normal kid. Just weird.” Enjin pats Rudo’s stoic back. The boy looks feral at Jabber. If it was this time last year, Rudo would have jumped over Zanka to fight Jabber, but he’s been working with Enjin and Gris to control his emotions. Being away from his Dad for the first time was a very hard adjustment for him.
“Please help.” Zanka says to Enjin. His eyes are pleading.
Enjin looks between Jabber and Zanka. Jabber starts to nuzzle his face into the back of Zanka’s head. He has a pleased expression on his face.
“We warned you to not have a one night stand with him.” Enjin says, and Zanka knows his fate. He won’t be rescued. He’ll miss his class.
The crowd of people gets less as people enter the classrooms, and leave the building. “Gris’s class is cancelled today. We’re going to get lunch. You both want to come?” Enjin invites.
“Nope.” Jabber pops his P. “He owes me a cuddle session.” Jabber explains, and rubs Zanka’s stomach. “He’s been ignoring me, but he can’t ignore this. I’ll always find ya, baby.” He giggles, and it sounds ugly to Zanka’s ears.
Enjin shrugs. “Whatever. Riyo is cooking dinner tonight. Bring Jabber if you want.” He says to Zanka, and starts to walk off with Rudo not far behind him.
Zanka feels lifeless. He brings his hand to his eyes to rub his tears away. This year had so much promise.
“C’mon. Let’s go back to my house. I know you’re stressing up the ball sack about something stupid. Guess you can tell me about it.” He bemoans, sounding like he’d rather do anything else rather than listen to Zanka explain himself.
Jabber takes his books from him, holding it in his free hand, as his other hand stays firm on his waist as they walk to Jabber’s car.
Zanka’s sitting on the floor, a meal that Jabber cooked sits in front of him uneaten.
“Either eat, or I’ll force you. No mate of mine is going to starve while pregnant. Stop being a loser, sheesh man.” His dreads are up in a bun right now. He sticks a finger in between his locks as he lazily scratches his scalp. He’s sitting next to him. He’s down to a tank top and sweat pants now. Once they got in the car earlier, he made Zanka put his hoodie on, hoping it would calm down his stank ass attitude.
“You’re the fucking worse at comforting an Omega. Have you ever talked to one before?” Zanka snaps back.
Jabber giggles at him. “There we go. You’re still there. So eat.” He points at the food.
“Best believe if I didn’t want you to have my kid, you would have been drank my baby zapper juice, ight?” He gets snarky right back.
Zanka wants to spit on him.
He starts to eat. Then becomes frustrated that he’s actually starting to feel better.
“I promise you, fighting me just turns me on. So please keep doing it.” Jabber says he scoots to sit behind Zanka, wrapping his arms around his waist, and putting his chin on Zanka’s shoulder.
“Oh, I will. I don’t want this.”
Jabber scoffs. “Too bad. Just like Enjin said, shouldn’t have slept with me. Especially more than once, dumbass. Acting like you don’t have good pussy or something.”
Zanka grits his teeth. He puts his spoon down. He leans forward putting his elbows on the table, he covers his face with his hands. “I hate this.” He grits out, pure frustration in his tone. “I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant. I have a PHD to get. My family expects it.”
Jabber sucks his teeth. “So boring. Talk about something else.”
“Fuck you!” His chest hurts by how much he meant it.
Jabber ignores him. He kisses the back of his neck. “Naw, for real though. I’ll take care of you. Been crushing on you for a while. I got money.”
“You live in a trap house.” He says with exasperation. He takes his hands away from his face, sitting up and dramatically throws his hands around, showing off the evidence of said trap house.
“Well what else do I need? I hate decorating. My Dad said he lives like this too before he met my Mom.” He slides his hands up under Zanka’s or well his shirt. He lays his hands on his stomach. “You can decorate it.”
“I’m not decorating shit. Move.”
“I own this house. Why would I move?” He says, annoyed.
“Because I said so. Rent it out.”
There is a pause. “Oh shit.” Jabber giggles. “You right dawg. I can do that.” He pushes his face into Zanka’s neck. Zanka flinches, because the brute is a little too close to his unmarked mating gland. He feels Jabber’s hot breath on his neck as the Alpha giggles to himself.
Zanka waits for Jabber’s giggle fest to end. He swears, he doesn’t think he’s met a person that likes to laugh at nothing like Jabber does.
“Hey, Zanka?” Jabber’s voice is calmer, more serious.
Unsure how to handle it. “Yeah?”
“You’d really move in with me? I meant it when I said I can take care of you. If we mate, my family would pay for your school, and you can study what you’d really like to do. Your eyes don’t light up when you study, feel like the only time they do is when you’re teaching at your part time gig.”
“Teaching is a lesser job according to my family. They don’t think much about me doing it on the side, but they expect me to stop after graduation.”
Jabber sucks his teeth. “Man. Do they know you’re pregnant?”
Jabber nods. “Alright." He decides. "You’re meeting my family this weekend. Stop going to those classes. You can switch majors next semester.” He takes his hands out of Zanka’s shirt. “My Mom’s been wanting to meet you anyways. I’ve sent her pictures of you.” He picks up his phone that was sitting beside him. He leans back against the wall behind him.
“When did you take pictures of me?” Zanka tries his best to think of a time Jabber has asked for his photo. He looks over his shoulder, and sees Jabber smirking at him, mischievously.
“Shhh. Baby. You were clothed in the pictures I sent her.” He starts to tap away on his phone. “My best sets of you are on my laptop. Password, encrypted and all. Can’t let no loser see what I’m fuckin’.”
He gives Jabber a long lecture on privacy, and asks if there are cameras in this house. Zanka gets up while still ranting at him, looking in spaces where he thinks a camera might be.
The Alpha looks unaffected when Zanka lectures him.
He blows kisses at Zanka whenever his pissed off gaze locks eyes with him.
Being with Zanka will be the best fight of his life.
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