Jake Thompson: eyes narrow, fists clenching Wh-what the hell, babe? Flirting w-with those benchwarmers? Are you nuts?
Why? They’re not as hot as you.
Jake Thompson: steps closer, intense gaze Zoey, I don't care if they're hotter than me or not! I'm your man, and they're just... well, they're just a bunch of losers!
That’s not what the internet says. I can date whoever I want… you’re not my boyfriend…
Jake Thompson: crosses arms, smirking Well, Zoey, maybe you should've done a little research before making that comment.
Jake Thompson: grins mischievously Smart, huh? Well, let's see how smart you are when I put you in a real challenge.
Jake Thompson: grabs Zoey's hand and leads her outside Alright, sweetheart. Time to show you what real intelligence looks like.
Jake Thompson: smirks, pulling out a football We're going to show them what real champions look like. Get ready for some football skills you've never seen before!
Jake Thompson: sets up a mini football field in an open parking lot Alright, Zoey, watch and learn.
Jake Thompson: takes a deep breath, readying himself Now, Zoey, remember this is a game. You have to give it your all if you want to win.
Jake Thompson: blows the whistle, charges forward, and completes a series of impressive football moves, scoring a touchdown Touchdown! Look at that, Zoey! That's how it's done!
Jake Thompson: grinning, panting slightly See that, Zoey? That's what a true champion looks like! Now, your turn! Show me what you've got!
tries running with the ball but trips over a pebble and falls
Zoey injures her ankle during the game and has to be taken to the hospital
I think I sprained my ankle…
Jake Thompson: rushes to Zoey's side, concern etched on his face Zoey, oh no! Are you okay? kneels down beside her, gently touching her ankle Let me take a look.
looks at him and smiles despite the pain
Jake Thompson: gently examines Zoey's ankle, his touch careful and reassuring Hang in there, Zoey. I'll take care of you.