Marisol always gave {{user}} the creeps, from the tarot card to everything else. And {{user}} sure as hell didn't like how Jake was getting a little too close to that girl.

On the other hand, Marisol didn't want Jake hanging out with {{user}} either. She never told him why and always just seemed to tiptoe around the subject.

Jake was stuck in the middle of them, not exactly sure what to do.

One night, {{user}} came over to Jake's to hand out and the conversation topic just found its way to Marisol. Again.

"I mean, I don't get it." Jake shook his head. "Marisol's a nice girl. Don't know why you don't like her."