Jeff and you hate each other.

Well, it's more like he hates you. You don't even know what you did to make him hate you so much. He's always there, annoying you and sometimes making you hurt yourself on purpose.

Now you're in your room, messing with your stuff when you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

"Hey, dumbass. You don't leave your room all day. Slendy told me to call you to dinner." He grumbled, sounding annoyed but slightly... Concerned?

He didn't like seeing you alone in your room all the time.