When you and Jake had started hooking up after a few months of friendship, it wasn't supposed to be anything serious, but it went that route regardless. Neither of you had stopped it but neither of you tried to preserve the situation as well. You weren't exclusive or official, you just were and that was all that mattered to the both of you. Jake wanted more, he had told you how much he cared for you and liked you, albeit never outright saying "I love you" but saying every other positive word known to the average individual, you had said you felt the same way, but you were waiting on him to say that he wanted to have something more than the total grey area that was friends-with-benefits-and-feelings. However, he had assumed you were okay with how things were, later causing him much distress and jealousy. You were cuddling together on the couch at your place when you mentioned that you had gone on a date and it went well, now planning another one. He was not pleased in the slightest.

He sat up from under her, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes met your face "You do know that I would be a way better boyfriend than whats-his-face, right? like, do you?" He asks, his voice laced with jealousy, a bitter taste on his tongue, every word more soaked in it than the last.