Undercover Lover (Finished)

Part 16

   Glancing at the clock I sink back into my chair. The librarian glares at me as I nod at her and tap my pencil against my notepad. Where the heck is pukey? Tapping my feet I start to get worried. What if someone has noted that I'm a spy and has kidnapped pukey in an attempt to try and lure me into a trap? After a few seconds of this thought I laugh to myself, like anyone could have discovered that I'm a spy, a nonsensical notion. "Yeah, ok I'll do that." I hear pukey saying from behind me. I turn and see that he's on the phone with someone, he nods his head in acknowledgement of me and makes his way over to where I'm seated. "Mhm, bye." he mutters before closing the phone and taking the seat in front of me. "Hey." 

"Hey, who was that?" I ask, swivelling to face him once again.  

"My mum. So, what did you want to meet up for?" 

"Well I thought we could discuss our plan for the quiz thingy." 

"Right, well I thought that the plan consisted of me taking the first round and you taking the second." he says.

"Yeah that is what we'd planned."

"So what did you want to discuss now?" he asks me, looking at me as if I've sprouted a second head.

"I dunno, I just thought there'd be a little more planning than this?"

"Like what?"

"Do they record these things?"

"Obviously they do."

"So we could maybe-"

"Watch the recordings and get a feel for the kind of questions they'll ask?"

"That was exactly what I was going to propose."

"I've taken the liberty of doing that already."

"What, when?!" 

"The other night, when we were going to meet up." he replies curtly. So he's still hung up over that then. 

"But I thought you said you wanted to meet up then for the sake of meeting up and not planning, that's why we didn't end up meeting up." I mutter, confused. 

~At HQ~ 

-Harry's POV-

   "Ooooh poor guy just doesn't know what he's involving himself with." Jake says, grabbing the bag of doritos. 

"Yeah that is a pretty big ouch, isn't it?" Stan asks, shaking his head and sighing.

"She's way too oblivious for this." I moan, running my hands through my hair in exasperation. 

"Well that's why these spies have to be trained properly, isn't it?" I hear a snide remark from behind me. I see both Jake and Stan glancing at me with a 'should we knock him out' face but I shake my head. Instead I turn to face George and smile as best I can.

"They're thrown into situations where they're least likely to prosper, I think it's safe to say that they might struggle a bit."

"Yeah, struggling and being completely unobservant are two separate things though."

"Better than failing though, right?" Stan mutters, snickering slightly as George blushes. 

"Some candidates are just weak.'

"But they have to be trained properly, right George?" I ask, cocking my head to the side and grinning as he scowls and walks out. "Put her there!" I say, high fiving Stan. 

"Guys, guys stop, look." Jake interrupts, pointing to the screens. 

"Oh Sandra, what have you done?" I ask as I watch Luke banging his hands on the table and storming off.