The Last Shadow Witch

15. You're coming with me

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"What do you do for a living?"

"I deliver goods for people and I am also a DJ, both on the human side and here, especially here,"

"So, what's your cool name? Food devil?" I asked derisively.

"That was the first name I thought about but Elle hit my head with a frying pan thrice and called me an idiot."

"Aren't you?" He placed his hand on his chest with a dramatic wince.

"Ouch, I am a genius, a hot genius," I rolled my eyes with a smile. He stretched his hand forward to play with the neckline of my top, a habit he developed over the weeks. It was nice, but not nice when he always ends up pulling down the neckline unconsciously and revealing my cleavage. If he looked at it, I wouldn't have minded. But he never glanced at my cleavage or my breasts.

I swat his hand away. "Stage name,"

"DJ Blaze," a gasp left my mouth as I grabbed his shoulders in shock. Back in school, all the girls were always talking about the young DJ who they could barely get their hands on, the mysterious fire-blaze-haired boy. I never bothered looking, I was a dork after all. Elle however stanned for him. She always blabbered about his hotness and how stupid he was. Now I think about it, she was always updated on all his performance and how he behaved.

"The same Blaze I spent so much time hearing girls shriek about?"

"Yes…? You know me?" I sat down again and shrugged. "Elle?"

"Back in secondary school and even in college, girls always talked about you, even guys. The best teen DJ with alluring beauty. Elle was the biggest fan, she would never stop talking about you. Now I know why she always knew your schedule, knew every single thing about you. I thought she was a crazy fan stalker like other girls. It was strange though, you were said to be so mysterious yet she knew everything about you. You must be the secret bestie she always shrieked about."

"Yeah, she encouraged me to start it. She knew I was good at it. I started my DJ career at fourteen after I left home to fend for myself,"

"So, you have been living in a van for nine years," I said mockingly.

"Vans, I have been living in vans for nine years now." He corrected me.

"Tsk, vans?"

"Yes, I'm moving forward every year! From smaller vans to bigger ones. Now I am living in a gigantic luxury van. Very soon, I will buy another one!"" He said with much enthusiasm. He was literally scintillating with pride over a van.

"Buy another van? Why not just buy a house? Don't tell me you can't afford it,"

"I like vans, I have enough money to buy this entire street but I love vans. Is it a bad thing to love living in vans?"

"And why do you like it?"

"Love," he corrected. "It makes sex better," I frowned. "You know in a car when you are pounding the life out of a girl, the car starts shaking, showing your power,"

"Ace, Ace, Ace," I sighed, palming my forehead. "You are an idiot."

"I am being honest," he whined. "Why doesn't everyone appreciate my honesty?" I giggled and nudged him with my elbow.

"I love your honesty, it's cool. So we are going card-wasting?" Yeah, when he's not bragging about his sex life. Wish I had one to brag about.

"Yes," I twirled my hair around my finger shyly. "I have been paid to DJ at a club for someone's special sweet sixteen. Wanna come?"