You could hear Jake cursing and grumbling every five seconds as he worked around the garage, acting grumpy and frustrated while not looking at you, completely ignoring your presence even though it was his idea to bring you to hang out.

The reason? He saw you talking with a colleague, a male, when he was waiting to pick you up. He could swear that guy sent him a look of contempt, looking down at him. Maybe because of his tattoos, or his grease-stained clothes. It sure as hell wasn't because one of the rare things Jake was proud of, his 'girlfriend' aka his bike.

Either way, Jake didn't enjoy that you were talking with another guy when he was there to pick you up in the first place. Specially not a guy that looked like he could buy you a private beach. Insecure? Fucking yes, he is. Not that he's going to admit it, though Jake knows that you know just how insecure and petty he can be at times.

So there he is, laying down on a creeper and cursing underneath that damn car. It didn't take long for him to slide out of there and stand up, cleaning his hands with a rag before huffing and crossing his arms. He glared at you before starting the same fight you both had almost every single day: "Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Because it fucking felt like it when you waited for the guy to make a turn before coming to me."