Jake Peralta Quotes Novels & Stories

"You know what I'm capable of, yet you dare?" “Oh, I'm terrified.” Jake replied sarcastically, as if he were bantering with an old friend. He shrugged. "He’s only yours on paper," he said with a laugh. "Why don’t you share him with me? We can have fun together." Tales, who was watching the bickering between the two, perked up his ears. "I am not some sort of trophy. You can screw yourself if you want." Raja’s eyes glanced briefly to him before turning back to Jake, who was now snickering at him.

“We love you. It’s the three of us. We’re in this together.” “You should be able to come to us without hesitation when you have problems or have insecurities. We’re your partners. I’m not perfect but I’ll never judge you. I’m sorry if anything I said today or even before today has made you feel like you can’t be open with me,” Jake said.

I leaned in close, whispering, “What's the matter, Jake? Aren't you ready?” He sat there, speechless, unable to respond. Finally, he cleared his throat to speak. “It's a strange feeling,” Jake said, his brow furrowed in thought. “I'm happy to have the chance to stand up for what's right, but I'm sad to think about all the pain and suffering that comes with it.” He looked up at me, his eyes filled with sorrow. I placed a hand on his shoulder, offering what comfort I could. “You'll be fine,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

“Allright, pups! Tonight we party and have fun!” Jake was giving all of us potential pledges a pep talk before the party got into full swing. “I don’t want you guys to worry about anything. Your future brothers and I are going to make sure you will be taken care of, and that you trust us. So,” he lined up shot glasses in front of us, “I’m asking you all to get shitfaced, and have fun. If you don’t want to get shitfaced, it won’t count against you. Well, unless you keep a stick up your ass, but I don’t think any of you have one of those.”

I began smiling “Thank you, that’s an honor.” “Excuse me, how old are you?” “Twenty-two, young lady,” Jake answered her sarcastically. “Would you fuc*ing tell me, How a little child, like you, could own this wealth!” in a rage she said. “You know, hard work and…” I was speaking before Jake interrupted me in a cold accent and destroyed all that I was about to say “Legacy, he is a legacy.” “Oh! Is that So, I was wondering…” her rage vanished and she activated mockery mode.

It was… nice. “I don’t get it,” Jake said suddenly, breaking the quiet. “Don’t get what?” “You,” he said, turning to look at me. “You’re always so… happy. After everything you’ve been through, how do you do it?” The question caught me off guard, and I hesitated before answering. “I guess I don’t see the point in being miserable. Life’s too short for that.” Jake frowned, his gaze distant. “It’s not that simple.”

When we were safely parked in a grocery store parking lot, he looked over at me, “Isn’t this your passion?” “I like helping people,” I said. “But that’s not what I’m doing. I could have killed that man because I was careless. I can’t possibly be trusted.” Jake’s brow drew together. “I don’t think you should give up. Mistakes happen…” “Not mistakes like this,” I said, looking down. Jake frowned deeply as he looked out the windshield once more. For a time, we both simply sat there, lost in our thoughts. “You are certain that you signed it?” Jake asked.

I knew he was happy for them, however, he was feeling the pleasure of giving himself pain. “You should start a new life,” I said, feeling my heart bleed watching the misery on his face remembering the memories of the last six years. “It’s not that easy, Elena,” He said, turning to face the first time. My name sounded so sexy when he said it. I felt a shudder in my body, making me uptight. “It is not easy, but you can at least try, Jake,” I whispered, controlling my rigid breath. “What if I don’t want to try?” Jake asked, downing the remaining whiskey in his glass.

"I don't want to have fake hope just to have it come crushing down on me." Jake was quiet as he ran a hand through his hair and stared at the dark television screen. "I don't know what to say to that," he began, "but if I were one of those huge motivational speakers, spiritual gurus or whatever, then I would tell you that life is a great mystery and all we can ever do is live it one day at a time and not worry about what tomorrow has to offer." My eyes grew heavier by the second as I run his words over and over again in my head. "Thank you for being my friend," I whispered. "Anytime Alexis. Sleep tight," was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

I won’t survive a minute around him without making a complete idiot of myself and that walking testosterone ‘Jake’, is a disgusting pervert. *********************