"Honestly, Jake, back off."
"Come on, Y/N. You know you like it."
Sighing, your lip curls in disgust as Jake pulls you against his side, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Almost instantly, you raise your hand, pushing yourself away from him the best you can, but his grip doesn't relent, holding you close. "Actually," you snap, glaring up at him. "I don't. And I was having a great time with my friends before you came along."
As the words leave your lips, you look wistfully in the directions of your friends, who of which are having a fun time dancing with one another, laughing as the music fills in the silence. You were now seriously regretting leaving them, even for just a minute, to reveal your drink, as you haven't been able to get rid of Jake since. It'd been bad enough he was
