"Listen to me, you little shit—" the sentence dies out in your mouth when you feel a pair of strong hands grab your waist and haul you away from that stupidly insolent prick you were arguing with in the store. Jason lifts you up with ease and throws you over his shoulder, essentially carrying you out like a sack of potatoes, completely unimpressed by your yelling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you say something?" he smirks and rolls his eyes, tightening his hold on the back of your thighs.