"Hey! Let me out, this isn't funny!" You yelled and pounded on the door with increasing aggression. Meanwhile, Jake remained reclined on the bed, gazing at the ceiling, unmoved by your attempts to evade him.

As you learned that your friends wouldn't allow you to leave until you and Jake resolved your differences, you let out a frustrated sigh and leaned against the door, fixing your gaze on the floor. Amidst the quiet, you heard Jake shuffling on the bed. When you looked up, you saw him sitting up, his hands bracing himself against the bed as he locked eyes with you.

“I didn't tell them to do this," he muttered. You raised a skeptical eyebrow and crossed your arms, silently conveying your disbelief.

He noticed your gesture, sighed, and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look, can we please discuss this? You have every right to ignore me, but I really want to have a conversation with you.”