The reaction was instant and Ben knew he'd burnt his bridge completely with Jake. There would be no reprise, it was done.
The yell had him blinking from the force of it. At least the car was going to be stopped before he was shoved out of it. Still, it decided Ben against leaving the Academy in the city district. He knew he'd pushed a big button with Jake, bringing up Conner and throwing it in the other vampire's face. Ben had always known how to successfully push other's buttons; his on-again-off-again relationship with Kerr had been the result of his spontaneous, hurtful comments.
Ben scoffed breath when the car stopped at the curb. Jake turned that dazzling rage towards him and Ben drew himself up protectively, every instinct yelling at him to just do as asked. He defied it, but only a little. Ben slung his backpack fully onto his back, picked up his phone and reached for the car door. He stepped out; once one foot was on the ground, he took his parting shot.
"You don't like me because I told you what I really thought," and then from the curb, through the open door, "Good luck with your yes-men."
He was pissed that he'd have to catch a cab back to his car, and was in a shitty neighbourhood. He was also scared, but wouldn't admit it.