Chapter 9: Sister of Satan

< Shirley >
"Woman, you are going to kill me!" Dylan hollered.
"Don't worry. If you die, I'll also die along with you. You'll be lucky to have me as your partner in death. After all, not everyone gets the chance." I winked at him while taking a harsh turn. His head was about to bump into the dashboard if not for his hands shielding himself.
Dylan settled in his seat more firmly, determined to stick there until the vehicle came to a stop.
I let out a chorus of enthusiastic cheers as I took another rash turn. Even though I was a great driver, I was loving how he could actually die today. By that point, Dylan was probably sure that I had a screw loose—which I wouldn't deny completely.
For a second I shifted my gaze at Dylan, who was muttering something. I couldn't hear the entire thing but caught on to the last part, which was probably the funniest, "... May I rest in peace."
Man, I didn't know I could get a reaction out of him like this just by driving like the insane person that I was. I would probably do something like this more often—to annoy him.
"Yeah, rest in peace," I mumbled with a grin on my face.
"Did I say that out loud?" He scratched his forehead with his index finger, out of anxiety, which I found really cute.
"But have no fear when I'm here," I chimed.
"Your existence is what I fear," he grumbled. That's probably the best compliment he ever gave me, but I wouldn't let him know that, so I rolled my eyes, pretending he didn't drop that comment.
To irritate Dylan even more, I assured him in the most ineffective way possible, "Don't worry. I will protect you with my life. Because your death means the death of my dreams, and if my dream dies, I will commit suicide by drowning myself in chocolate syrup. That would be a tasty way to die, don't you think?" I blabbered giddily, probably making him regret ever suggesting a test drive.
"Who cares if you die?" He scowled at me.
"You. Duh!" I grinned sheepishly.
"I couldn't care less. If you die, I'll feed a thousand poor people on that occasion." He creased his forehead, probably expecting an incoming migraine. His frown didn't last long as I started to drive in a circle, out of anger.
"Stop the damn car. I'm getting dizzy!" he exclaimed.
"No way," I announced stubbornly, and he sighed.
But I forgot that if my quirk was my persistence, then Dylan's quirk was his wits, and he knew just the thing to get me to a ceasefire.
"Trust me when I get out of this goddamn car, the first thing I'm doing is cancel your fucking license," he simply warned.
Ugh, he got me there. He could actually cancel my license with his influence.
I let out an exaggerating sigh and gave in, "Okay, okay. I'm stopping. Don't cancel my license otherwise, I would haunt you for the rest of your life." With that, sulking, I pressed the brake harshly, the motion causing his head to hit the dashboard. If I was going down either way might as well as teach him a lesson.
"Ah!" Dylan let out a wince and rebuked, "Can't you even use the brake properly?" I gave him a silly apologetic look in return, noticing the faint purple hue.
I gulped, knowing that as soon as Dylan saw that, he wouldn't think twice before putting me at gunpoint once again. I was about to slip out of the car sneakily, but then another evil idea popped in my head as I noticed the child lock button.
For a moment, I wondered if I was the sister of Satan with so many wicked ideas roaming around my head all day. Well, if I counted Adrian as Satan, probably yes.
Suppressing my grin, I stepped out of the car, taking out the keys, and pressed the child lock button before closing the door. I went around the car, waiting for Dylan to realize that he was trapped in there.
As expected, when he noticed his light bruise, he turned to my side to yell at me. Was it just me or was he green with anger? Was he turning into a hulk? Personally, I would love it if he turned into Iron man, my favorite. Whatever it was, it wasn't probably a good sign for me. But at that moment, I could think of nothing more pleasurable than to roll on the ground while laughing.
Seeing his confused angry face, I said in a singsong voice from outside, "I'm here~"
Dylan immediately snapped his attention in my direction to find me waving at him teasingly, my tongue clicked out. The look on his face was worth whatever storm that was coming my way. Because it was too precious.
But his reaction when he noticed the child lock was even more hilarious. I couldn't contain my laughter anymore and started rolling on the ground like a maniac.
A mighty scream echoed throughout the racing tracks, even sending shivers down the stray dog's spine, except for me obviously.
"I WILL FREAKING KILL YOU, SHIRLEY HAMILTON!"
I clutched my belly harder to get myself to stop laughing, which was of no use. I took out my phone and snapped a few blurry photos of him, desperately trying to open the door, black fumes coming out of his ears.
After laughing for a good five minutes, I stood up dusting off my clothes, and glanced at Dylan to find him glaring at me, probably wondering why death glares could not kill a human being.
"If you're done with your laughter feat, would you let me out?" Dylan asked.
I pursed my lips and said, "On one condition." He rolled his eyes, motioning me to go on. "Promise me that you won't kill me."
He gave me a flat look, which didn't seem trustworthy at all.
I inserted the key in the door and asked with uncertainty, "You won't kill me, right?"
"Fine," he groaned. "Just get me out."
Spinning around the key, I slowly said, "You know, you shouldn't have been that scared for your life. I would never actually kill you." Because without him, I could kiss the trophy goodbye.
Once Dylan came out, he shot me another glare before rolling his eyes. "I don't know what was wrong with me," he muttered silently and placed his hands in his pockets, starting to walk away.
"Aren't you going to say anything else?" I asked. I expected a much more violent and ravaging Dylan than this calm one. To be honest, it scared me more when he was quiet.
Dylan turned around slightly, showing off a smirk curved on his lips which sent goosebumps through my body.
No words were necessary. I clearly understood what he meant. In fact, it felt as though he was declaring to me, "I will take my revenge for sure, and it's going much more painful."
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