Jack Spicer x Reader - Stuck Like Glue

Note taking

As they all ran around trying to get the artefact, I was taking a seriously huge amount of notes.

Guy with Medallion: Has a temper and he's careless. However, has enhanced speed and lightning-fast reflexes. Looks to be very tactical.

Big yellow: Same as guy above, but less careless. And more self-centred? Really hates to lose.

Small yellow w/ glasses: Strong AF. Manipulation? No physical weaknesses?

Pretty girl: FIRE. Lightening? Not much lightning. Can take a hit. What a temper.

Cowboy: I have never witnessed such strength. Earthy. Can work a lasso better than anyone. Looks too kind to beat up a girl, use that maybe?

Jack: Cowardly, immature, clumsy. You really need to learn to aim. At least you got flight and intelligence going or you.

I smiled at the result of my note taking and looked back at Jack. He seemed to be taking hits from all sides like a pro, so I added a line on the end.

Tank those hits Jack!

I laughed at my own immaturity and looked up to see the cowboy guy standing in front of me.

"And who m'ght you be?" He asked, god that was a seriously thick Texan accent.

"[Y/N]. Jack's assistant." I responded, he seemed like a decent enough fellow.

"Ah. Most people who work with Jack don't last that long. How long ya been working with him?" He decided to stand next to me so I flipped the page to hide the notes.

"A day. Though I have known him all my life."

"I feel sorry for ya. Jack's not easy to put up with."

I watched as Jack took more hits than he was giving, he looked quite pathetic.

"I never got your name?"

"Clay. Clay Bailey, at your service ma'am."

"So what's happening now."

"Raimundo challenged your Jack here to a Xiaolin Showdown. Have ya seen one before?"

I shook my head.

"Well, this ain't my first rodeo, come and watch with us."

I was genuinely interested, so I decided I would do just that.

With Jack and that Rai guy doing their thing in the showdown arena, I was in awe. I could barely take my eyes off it when-

"Who are you?"

I tore my eye away from the magnificence before me to focus on the pretty girl.

"I-I'm [Y/N]." I managed to blurt out.

"And you are on the evil side?" She readied herself to fight, hands balled into a fist and legs into a fighting stance when I held my hands up in surrender.

"I'm only Jack's assistant! I swear! I don't even know how to fight!" I was shaking somewhat and for the first time in my life, I felt like Jack. A coward. 

"Then that notepad will be full of battle observations, correct?" The little yellow ball realised.

"Errr..." I clutched the notes close to my chest and shivered. "Noooo..."

"You are an artist, are you not?" The yellow ball with sunglasses asked, pointing out the paint stains on my top and skirt.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Then you notice little details, correct." He added.

I backed up slightly.

"We can't let her keep those, she could have valuable information on our battle strategy that Jack Spicer was too stupid to figure out." The small yellow head barked and readied himself. The glasses one followed soon after.