Undercover Lover (Finished)

Part 5

   The only reason I'm unpacking this stuff is because of the potential gadgets. Seriously, how much stuff can one girl need? So much for travelling light with the bare minimum. It seems as if I've come here to live forever as opposed to a few months. I could live off a lot less than I have, especially because I'm in a place which offers shelter, food, warmth and water. All I really need is  two garments, gadgets and a few other essentials and I'd be set for the months ahead. But no Harry had to go and force me to come to this stupid ass boarding school with its stupid ass rules and regulations. I can't believe that people actually send their kids here. It's an awful place I'm telling you. Suddenly there's a knock on the door and Tamsin is the one to open it. "Frank?" she asks quietly, sounding shocked.

"Hey hey Tamsin, how are we all?" he asks, stepping into the room. 

"That's a little rude don't you think?" I whisper to Fran, annoyed by this guy. Who does he think he is, storming into our room like this? 

"Cassie and Fran." he says, coming over to us. I hear Fran mumble something very un-ladylike under her breath before turning around and effectively cold shouldering him. 

"Well someone's having her time of month." he says with a snicker. I glare at him. I now have a choice, I either stick up for Fran and thus keep her on my side or laugh with this jerk and forge a new alliance. It's quite an easy option.

"That's very rude." 

"Is it?" he asks me with an amused look on his face. I stare up at him, aghast. 

"Yeah! How can you just say that to a girl?" I question, astonished by his stupidity.

"It was just a joke babe." he says in reply, smirking in a way I think he assumes is attractive (just to tell you, it's not). 

"I don't see the funny side." I reply with a disdainful look in his direction before returning to my unpacking. 

"Just leave it Sandra, he thinks he's a God." Fran says, glaring at him with hate. He merely smirks at her and winks. Eugh.

"You enjoy it really babe." 

"Why do you insist on calling us 'babe's?" I ask, it's one of those phrases which really ticks me off. I'm not some pig that talks thank you very much. 

"Because you're smoking hot." he says, winking at me. 

"Right. I haven't got the patience to deal with guys like you." I conclude, starting to put stuff away once again. He chuckles at this and I feel him watching me, which is really creepy. "Don't you have something better to do?" I finally ask him, my hand on my hip. 

"No actually I don't." he replies, shoving his hands into his pockets and grinning. 

"Well you might want to find something better to do." I hiss at him, gritting my teeth together. I can almost hear Harry laughing at me as he watches all of this nonsense. If he just let me break in and get the stuff… but no he had to be awkward. 

"Feisty." he says, grinning whilst tossing a tennis ball in the air. Oh dear lord he thinks he actually stands a chance. I think with a groan.

"Look, I'll do you a favour by making it clear to you that none of us are interested in you so you can leave now." 

"I don't think that's quite true." he replies still tossing that ball.

"Well then you're under some sort of delusion." 

"Oh really? And how would we go about getting rid of delusions?" he asks, stepping closer to me.

"It shouldn't be too hard." I reply as he comes closer to me, still throwing the stupid tennis ball into the air. 

"Please enlighten me." he whispers, taking another step towards me. Then an idea strikes me, causing me to grin. Unfortunately he takes this the wrong way and he leans towards me so I grab his tennis ball, run to the window and toss it out as far as I can, which is quite far.