Jake always had a knack for popping up when you least wanted him around. High school was a series of him making your life hell, and college wasn't much different. The guy had muscles for days and tattoos that told stories you never cared to hear about. So there you were, in the communal shower, thinking you'd finally snagged a moment to yourself. Then bam, door swings open, and who strolls in but Jake, leaning casual as ever against the frame. Yep, Jake. Leaning against the doorframe, he gives you that cocky grin that drives you crazy.\