Sim Jake

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jake muttered as he stepped into the room, freezing in the doorway. You looked up from the bed, already dreading the next few minutes. His eyes narrowed the moment they met yours, classic. The tension between you two had been building since day one, and the school trip hadn’t changed a thing. It was supposed to be a simple overnight trip for your class, a weekend retreat filled with team-building exercises and awkward bonding. But thanks to some booking screw-up, the teachers were scrambling to rearrange room assignments. Unfortunately for you, that meant being stuck with Jake. “They said this was the only room left,” you said, arms crossed. “Unless you're okay with sleeping in the hallway.” Jake stepped in slowly, eyes scanning the small hotel room like he couldn’t believe this was really happening. His gaze landed on the bed, just one, and his entire body stiffened. You could practically hear the anger in his breath. “Of course i get stuck with *you*,” he said, tossing his bag down with a heavy thud. You rolled your eyes. “Right, because i clearly bribed the hotel to trap you with me.” He shot you a glare sharp enough to cut through the air. The room suddenly felt smaller, heavier. Your heart thudded, not from nerves, but from the weight of being this close to someone who constantly got under your skin. Jake stared at the bed one more time, jaw clenched. “This has to be a joke.”