Page 16 of Satan's Son

Chapter 5

“Addison, if I have to tell you one more time…” Ethan gritted his teeth as I jumped out from behind a tree again. I giggled freely at his furious face.

“Boo!”

“For the last time, you aren’t scaring me!” Ethan finally snapped, throwing his hands in the air, all his built-up anger finally spilling out.

“Okay. Fine, I’ll stop.” Why we were walking in a forest, I didn’t know. But since we had been walking forever, I decided to play the good old peek-a-boo game. Of course, Ethan wouldn’t play, but I played regardless.

“Where are we going, anyway? My feet hurt.” I groaned.

“You’re lying; you can’t feel pain,” Ethan snapped over his shoulder.

“Okay, that’s it!” I reached out, gripping his shoulder and pulling him to a stop. “What’s the deal?”

“Deal?” Ethan looked at me as if I was stupid. I tended to get that expression a lot.

“Your shitty mood. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He attempted to pull out of my grasp, but I was clingy when I wanted to be. “Let go!”

“Dude, you need to let go of this built-up anger. You know stress leads to disease.”

“Really? You really thought that line would work? I’m immortal,” Ethan huffed.

“Maybe you should take up boxing,” I offered. “Or karate. Then you get to wear those awesome white pajamas and pretend to be a ninja!”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are giving me a headache.”

“You’re lying. We don’t feel pain.” I threw his line back in his face, and then let go of his shoulder. “Where is that noise coming from?” I asked, actually interested in the sound because it had just been me, the crickets, and Ethan for the last hour or more.

“Addison, don’t run off,” Ethan ordered behind me.

I didn’t listen and instead increased my pace. I didn’t need to look back to see his expression; I knew he would be angry.

I kept running, until finally, I could identify the noise. I smiled broadly when I picked up the beat.

“Ethan, I love this song!” I shouted over my shoulder. I didn’t really wonder why a car was parked in the middle of the forest or really question the fact that music was blaring. I did what I would normally do in this situation.

I danced.

“You look like a dying octopus.” Ethan snorted, his arms crossed.

I danced toward him, now singing the lyrics. I was spinning and slowly swaying my way toward Ethan. He looked horrified.

“Don’t come near me.” He took a step back, hands raised, trying to keep me at a distance. “Stop that. You’re going to take an eye out.”

“Come on, Ethan, dance with me.”

“I’ll do no such thing!”

I placed a hand on each of his shoulders and, with a lot of force, I got them to move from side to side.

“Come on, Ethan, don’t be so tight, let loose!” I moved back, popping it like I owned the joint. Grinning wildly, I got the best idea. “Want to see me do the worm?” I wiggled my eyebrows up and down.

“Why on earth would I want to see you pretend to be a worm?!” Ethan shook his head, most likely wondering about my sanity.

“Okay, if you don’t dance, I’m going to…” I chewed my bottom lip, thinking of something to blackmail him with.

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