Jake's POV 

  I technically sprinted to the door, pressing my sides against it.

  Clenching my jaw tightly, I listened to her light knocks.

  “Hey, um, I came to give you these.” She said in a small voice.

  Fighting the urge to roar at her and tell her to get lost, I slackened my weight against the door, running my fingers through my hair in exasperation.

  “Hello? Are you there?” Knocking much harder, she asked at the top of her voice, and I reluctantly twisted the doorknob open.

  Settling with the fact that Mom's morning lecture on how pushing people away will only worsen my depression would be inevitable if I...