smile | bradley bradshaw

CHAPTER THREE

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Two hundred push ups was a nightmare, by the end my face was flushed from the heat, sweat dripping from my body. My arms felt as though I couldn't move them, they were almost numb.

We had taken a break after mine and Roosters turn, though our 'break' was spent doing Paybacks stupid idea of push-ups.

"Does it get easier?" I asked with an exhausted laugh as I stepped into the elevator, leaning against the back wall.

Rooster leaned against the opposite wall, smiling as he shook his head.

The elevator began its climb up, the floors passing by rather quickly, and soon a ding rang through the speakers, the elevator doors opening up after.

I followed him out and down the hallway to the last room. He stepped up and placed his hand on the handle, but didn't open it.

He glanced back at me with a smirk. "Oh, and next time don't do anything that you know would put your life on the line," he said, opening the door and stepping in.

"You jerk," I replied, gently shoving his shoulder as I entered the room.

My eyes caught Jakes, and I swiftly made my way over to him, sitting next to him on one of the small sofas.

His eyes caught mine, and he cracked an amused smile at my exhausted figure.

"Stupid push-ups," I grumbled, leaning back. "What was Payback thinking?"

"Hangman, Crow," Maverick spoke through the radio.

My jaw dropped once I heard my name again. I had just gotten back, I hadn't even had time to rest or regroup my thoughts.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I grumbled, standing up as Jake laughed, grabbing both his helmet and mine.

So I went back to the runway, got back in my jet, and took back into the sky.

"I'm not fucking losing again," I spoke through the mask, my arms still incredibly sore from the previous two hundred push ups.

"Didn't plan on it," Jake responded, as we turned and entered the training zone.

"Time starts now," Maverick spoke, and the timer on a small screen to my right began to count down.

God, I forgot how annoying Jake could be during training. He took riskier moves, followed his own plan, and if you didn't follow it that was on you.

That's where his problem came in with most people. He refused to follow anyone, he had to lead, which didn't sit right with most people.

But he knows what he's doing.

Granted, his constant orders or lack of annoyed me, but having flown with him many times before, I was pretty quick to react to his sudden change of plan.

"Crow, you have eyes on him?" Jake suddenly asked, his jet appearing next to mine out of the blue.

"Negative," I replied, glancing around.