"I don't…I don't…know, it was all your fault that…."
"Ah, just shut the fuck up and run!" Sasha yelled, grabbing Jake's arm and yanking him along.
If there was another name they could called Jake; it has to be 'talkative'. Honestly, this dude talks a lot. In almost everything, he take things unseriously, act like a jerk, makes weird jokes at critical situations–like the one they were…. Like Jake was just another freak of his own. He was really the worst.
They kept on splashing through the stream, Jake turned to Sasha with a mischievous grin blurbing over his face. He must have thought of something silly and he was going to say it. Sasha saw those amusement dancing in his eyes.
Damn!
"You know, for a spy, you're not very good at this whole 'saving the day' thing."
'Sasha's eyes narrowed at him. 'Shit! Jake was just the worst. Like what in the world would make this jerk think I'm a superhero?'
