Chapter 47: Anything For You

< Shirley >
"What is it that you want me to do?" I asked while taking a bite from my pizza slice.
"I am not telling you right now," Dylan replied, sipping his chocolate shake.
"Oh, c'mon, tell me." We were currently having lunch at a pizza place near my apartment.
"Forget it. I decided I would make you do something else. It's really dangerous for you." He started scrolling on his phone.
"No, no, no!" I almost yelled, grabbing everyone's attention in the restaurant.
"You sure do love unwanted attention," he commented.
"Then tell me what's the other job?" I asked calmly.
"You've to read a few files for me."
"I will pass on that one," I deadpanned. "It's boring as fuck."
"Then you don't have to do anything for me."
"It is not your place to decide if I want to do it or not. Just tell me, and I will decide," I declared stubbornly.
"No," he replied curtly without looking at me so I kicked his leg. "Oww." He winced and dropped his phone. "What's your problem, lady?"
"You." I again kicked him in the shin.
"Okay, okay, I am telling you. Geez, I hate you." He shook his head and picked up his phone. "Currently our best assassin is out of the state, enjoying her vacation with her sister. I need you to accompany me to a nasty event so that I can assassinate a client, who betrayed me a long time ago. I might need you to distract the general people."
"What was the original plan?"
"The original plan was—she, as in our assassin, would seduce the client before killing him and I would distract his guards. But the plan is in reverse now. I will do her part and you will do mine."
"So you will seduce the client?"
Dylan spat out his drink and glared at him. "Why would I do that? Yikes, even the thought makes me want to puke." I laughed at his reaction and he further spoke, "Are you ready to back down now?"
"No way. It seems like a mission out of a storybook. There is no way I am missing a chance to experience such thrill," I beamed.
"It is not a movie or storybook. It is reality. It could affect your life. Even if you don't die, you would have to face lots of creepy bastards. It is not like I would let them touch you or anything. I will make sure of your safety. But still—"
"Relax. You don't have to worry. You should have known I love such types of things, otherwise, I wouldn't have had the courage to meet you."
"Dammit, you are so stubborn. I thought you would back down after hearing the job. What should I do with you?" He sighed, making me chuckle.
"You worry too much. I will prove to you that I am capable of being as brave as you. Also, my acting skills are top-notch." I winked at him playfully.
"Have it your way. But be very careful," he warned and continued eating.
I rejoiced. I could experience his line of work now. After all, he was the person I love. As you might have already guessed that I would make him love me one way or the other. It was only the first step.
After five minutes or so, Dylan again said, "You don't have to come with me. I can manage it on my own. I am getting a really bad feeling. Your clumsy self would get you in dan—"
I held his hand and squeezed it, assuring him with a small smile. "Anything for you, Dylan."
———
"Are we lost or what?" Dylan asked, shooting me a stern look.
I let out a sheepish chuckle.
"Yup, we are totally lost." He slapped his palm on his forehead. I laughed, looking at his fed-up expressions. "Don't just laugh it off," he rebuked.
"It is not my fault that I never bought groceries." I flashed him a puppy look.
"You should have told me sooner. I have never even been to the supermarket before," he let out, looking around the deserted corridors. "Can't we just ask anyone else?" All we could see were shelves stocked with different types of juices and chocolates.
"Yes, I can totally see hundreds of people here," I exaggerated, resting my palm on my hip, pointing at the imaginary people.
"Let's just buy whatever we see fit. But where is the damn trolley?" he hollered.
"As if I know!" I hollered back.
"Is that you, Shirley?" I heard a familiar voice. I turned around to find a familiar black-haired boy.
"Kyle? What a pleasant surprise," I exclaimed with wonder, seeing the younger boy. He was the one who showed me around the academy last week. We have been buddies since then since we were in the same batch as well.
"What are you doing here?" he asked me.
"What does a person do in a supermarket? Shopping, duh," Dylan muttered beside me. I held back a chuckle.
"I was just here for some shopping," I replied with a smile.
"Oh, that's great. You are the last person I thought I would run into. So why are you just standing there like you are lost?"
"Because I'm lost."
"Seriously? I think you are the first person who got lost in a supermarket," Kyle joked.
"And he is the second person." I pointed at Dylan and he just rolled his eyes.
"Um, he is...?" Kyle asked.
"Oh, silly me. I forgot the introduction. This is Dylan. And Dylan, that's Kyle, a friend of mine from jiu-jitsu academy."
"Oh."
"Can you help us with the shopping? We don't know the way," Dylan said coldly.
"Uhh, sure." Kyle nodded awkwardly, getting intimidated by Dylan. "So what do you want to buy?" I gave him the list and he started showing us where to find everything.
I elbowed Dylan when we were walking towards the fruits section.
"Ouch, what was that for?" he hissed.
"That's for acting cold with my friend."
Dylan frowned.
"Shirley, will you come to classes today?" Kyle asked me.
"Y—" I was smoothly cut off by Dylan.
"No."
"What?" I mouthed to Dylan.
He leaned close to my ears, making me shiver. He whispered, "You will be coming to that party with me. I explained in the car, right?"
"Is that tonight?"
"I didn't tell you?"
"No, you didn't."
"Maybe it slipped my mind."
"Guys, what are you whispering about?" Kyle interrupted us.
"Oh, nothing. Just our usual rant." I forced a smile. Then we looked around and bought most of the things from our list. The list was made by me and Dylan when we were waiting for our pizza in the restaurant.
"Shit, it's 3 o'clock. I have to return home. My sister is going to kill me if I get late. Shirley, I would love to help but I have to leave now. Sorry," Kyle apologized.
"That's completely fine."
"Okay, I will take my leave now." Kyle ran off towards the cash counter.
"Well, he helped us a lot already," Dylan mumbled.
"Hmm, what is left?" I asked.
"Flour, chocolate and strawberry syrup, ketchup, sugar, salt, soya sauce, honey, baking powder, noodles, and pasta," he read out the list. "Those belong to the same section, right?"
"I guess." I started walking around trying to find the section and he followed me while pushing the trolley. "Hey, I found it. There it is." I grabbed his arm with one hand and grabbed the trolley with my other one. "C'mon, slowpoke."
"I can handle the trolley on my own," he hissed, putting the list back in his jeans pocket.
"Wow, what a cute couple!" a teenage girl commented beside us.
"That girl is so cute," the boy beside her whispered. Aww, thank you, boy.
"But her boyfriend is hotter," the same girl whispered back.
Then stop eyeing my boyfriend, girlie.
"People think we are a couple. Wow," Dylan muttered.
"So what?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No—it's just weird." He scratched the back of his neck shyly.
I laughed in response. Little did he know that being a couple with him was now my greatest desire. If he thought it was weird, then he would just have to go through that weirdness for me.