Chris Wood+Character Imagines/ Preferences

jealous- jake riley

"look what I found!" Jake exclaimed, walking into "our room" with Star Wars held up in his hand, a triumphant smirk on his lips.

"and how are we supposed to watch it?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows at him.

"well miss sassy pants, if you would've waited two more second." He sighed before wheeling in a cart with a tv on it.

"smuggled some stuff from pediatrics, they live like royalty up there." He said smiling, plugging the tv into the wall.

I giggled when he put the movie into the DVD player.

"by the way, which episode is this?" I asked and he looked at the movie case.

"episode III, Revenge of the Sith." He said and placed it back onto the cart.

"yes! I love this one!" I exclaimed, and Jake sat down next to me.

***

About an hour and a half into the movie is when all the dramatic parts between Anakin and Padmé began.

"what you've done, what you plan to do!" Padmé said to Anakin, me mouthing every word with her.

"stop, stop now, come back." Padmé begged while Anakin caught a glimpse of Obi-Wan behind her.

"I love you!" She said and Anakin looked at her.

"Liar!" He yelled, looking back to Obi, Padmé turning to see what also.

"No!" She yelled.

"you're with him, you brought him here to kill me." He said referring to the Jedi behind her.

"no." She begged, Anakin lifting his hand, using the force to choke Padmé.

I laughed as she grabbed onto her neck, Anakin's face growing dark, and he didn't stop.

"Look at how hot he looks." I mumbled to myself.

I felt Jake's eyes burning into the side of my head, like he was shooting daggers right into my head.

I look over to him and he rolled his eyes, getting up, and walking away.

"Jake?" I asked, getting up to follow him.

He continued to walk down the corridor.

"Jake!" I said catching up with him, I grabbed his arm to make him stop.

"Are you seriously mad?" I asked confused.

"no." He replied, not making eye contact with me.

"You're jealous." I stated a smirk growing on my face.

"I'm not." He said defensively.

"Then why'd you get so mad." I asked, the smirk never leaving my face.

"It doesn't matter." He said and groaned.

"Because, you're..." I said trailing off.

"ok, you're right, I'm jealous." He said huffing in frustration.

"I knew it."