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Brenda's p.o.v:

High school is hell.

I have a ton of homework to do in such little time.

"Jake?"
"Hm?"
"Did you do the homework?"
"Yeah."
"Can I copy it off of you?"
"No."

Couple of minutes later...

"Jake?"
"Hm?"
"Can we talk?"
"No."
"Jake please."
"Hm?"
"Please?"
"No."

**

I was now in school. On a Monday. Ugh. At least there's a week left until summer then I'm a senior then I'm fucking out of here!

"Miss Brenda?"
"Hm?"
"Have you seen Jake?"
"What? Oh he took AP chemistry so he dropped Advanced English."
"Oh that's a unfortunate accident."
"Why?"
"He's not at AP chemistry. What are you covering him for?"
"That's none of your business, ma'am."
"Excuse me?"
"I have to go."
With that I got up of my seat and ran to the janitor's closet.
"JAKE!! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!!!" I whisper-yelled to him through the door.
"What?"
"You made me leave Miss McGiull's class.  She thought I was covering for you. Again. She's onto us."
He opened the door silently and carefully, checked if there was anyone else around, then let me in.
"Miss M knows about the Agency? Shit Brenda, shit."
"Well, like, um-"
"WELL LIKE UM WHAT BRENDA?"
"Why are you yelling at me!"
"I'm literally so furious at you right now." He said trying to cool himself down.
"Aren't you gonna apologise?"
"For what?"
"HOLY SHIT JAKE YOUR A FUCKING TELEGRAM."
"NO IM NOT."
"YES YOU ARE."
"Prove it." He said out of the blue, calmly.
"When anyone is a telegram, especially you, you have MAJOR mood swings and you forget all you're morals and you're practically a shit version of Kian."
"Since when was Kian a good person?"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about. You're trash talking you're best friend."
"Shut up."
"Oh, is Jakey Wakey gonna cry?"
"Don't call me that." Jake's telegram said, breathing heavily as a sign that he's starting to get mad.
"It's okay baby. It's okay Jakey Wake-"
"I SAID DONT CALL ME THAT."
Right as he said that, Telegram Jake kicked me in the stomach but I dodged and kicked him in the arm, resulting in it to fall, as its a robot telegram.
"Since when'd you learn to do that?"
"When I became an Agent." I blurted.
I have a horrible tendency as to when I'm really angry, I blurt and I say stuff I'm not supposed to say.
"You what?"
"Don't play dumb with me Jake baby. We're both Agents."
That was a
BIG
FAT
LIE

"We-we are?"

"Why stuttering babe?"

He is uncomfortably close to me right now.

"I want you to know something Brenda."

"Yeah?", my voice hitching in my throat but I made it undiscoverable.

"This is not telegram based."

He kissed me.

***

Edgar's p.o.v:

"Hey baby."

"Hi."

After Jake, Brenda and the rest of them were at the Agency, Josh has decided to make them Agents, except they didn't know, in his defense, yet. It's been a week since they were at the Agency, and its a Saturday right now, tomorrow I have plans with Jake to tell him the big news.

"HARDER ED HARDERRRRR."

**

Sunday.

"Jake, you're gonna be there right man?"