Jake pushed himself back again and looked away, gritting his teeth. "Just stay away away from me..." he muttered. He didn't like being scared of people, of anything, he hated it. He hadn't even done anything wrong the first time, so who was to say that he wouldn't do anything now. The last time that fist made contact was in the presence of a seemingly mean teacher... "Just go..."

And then Nancy entered the room, all happy like. Jake waved at her. "What's got you so happy?" he asked, not knowing that people could just be happy if they wanted.

"Ack, with the pinching..." Jake exclaimed, grinning at Paris. "You have something about my face, if you aren't kissing it you're pinching it," he joked to his friend.