Agent: Classified

Don't call me princess

Chapter 9: Don't call me princess

"Hi Tommy." she says to me when she picks up the phone.

Better start with the boyfriend girlfriend thing like what Rex says.

"Hi, sweetie."

"Don't call me sweetie."

"Whatever the princess asks for, then."

And then I know she's going to kill me.

So much for the boyfriend girlfriend thing, I thought to myself. And so I change the subject. To basically asking her out on our first date. Should go well.

"So, what should my honey and I be working on right now?" I say.

"Umm, catching the suspect?"

"No. Our relationship, honey. What do you say: you, me, romantic, starry night, pizza picnic under the stars?"

"Yeah. Like I'm coming."

"7:30, wear something nice, and do something with your hair. What's your room number?"

"Like I'm going to tell you that." she says in her girly kind of sassy way. I like it when she does that.

"Don't worry, I already have it."

"WHAT!" even though I held my phone away from my ear like 5 feet I could still here it quite loud.

"I asked someone in my science class. I asked if they new who your roommate was, and he said Jackie Simpler, so I asked her for you room number."

"Stalker," she mumbles under her breath.

"I can live with that title. Now, remember, 7:30. I'll be at your room, so be ready. Bye bye, Kate. Love you." I say with a smirk. And then I hang up the phone, leaving her wondering about what just happened in that conversation.

***

Now that I have an arranged date, I'm first going to kill Jackie. Even though I barely know her and she didn't even know what she did and probably thought about it as what the third letter of the alphabet is. Still, I'm going to kill her.

Right after I get a pair of shorts and a shirt to wear.

No make-up, though. I'll be lucky if I even put my hair up in a ponytail.

Some romantic date, I thought.

***

A knock on my door.

I try to ignore it and lie down on my bed.

And he continues.

And some more.

And some more.

And. Some. More.

"Would you just shut up already! Trying to get some rest!"

"Oh, so the princess doesn't want to meet the prince then?"

And that was my trigger.

I got up, out off my really comfy, soft, warm bed, opened up the door, and kicked him in the leg.

"No. I don't. Next time you call me princess, it's in the place."

"Which place, princess."

Wrong move, lover boy. Ew, did I just call him that?

And so I kick him in the nards.

"Oww," he says, clutching his place. "What was that for?"

"That was my acception for our 'date' and what happens when you call me princess."

"Whatever you ask."

"So, what are we standing around here, waiting for nothing. Let's go out on our date."

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He will not stop calling her princess, have you noticed yet? I bet you have. And now, the agent couple is going out on their date. That's sweet, isn't it? Read on to see how it goes!