I'm going to tell a story about something that happened last week.
One day last week, it was band practice night. Me and Mike waited for like an hour for Luke to show up, but he didn't, so we drove to his house. His family told us that he had instead gone to Avril's. Avril is his girlfriend, in case you haven't clued in yet. So we ate a bunch of Luke's food, then headed back. For the road, Mike grabbed a big ol' bunch of grapes.
So as we're driving on the cruddy gravel road, Mike is stuffin' them grapes down his gullet. I was like, "Dammit, man, feed me some grapes!" So he did. It was quite a site to behold, him feeding me grapes as I drove into the sunset. So majestic. Then he feeds me these two super-wrinkly nasty ones (on purpose, of course) and starts laughing his ass off. I rolled down my window as quick as I could and spit them out. When I looked back at the road, we were nearly in the ditch. So I swerved hard, and we were back on the road. We were so on the road, we were all over it. Of course by this point, I was laughing my ass off too, and I stepped on what I thought was the brakes so I could collect myself and drive safely.
As it turned out, it was the gas pedal. I was laughing so hard, I didn't realize the car was speeding up rather than slowing down, and by the time I did the car had swerved hard right, nearly rolled, and ended up facing the exact direction from whence we came. Neither of us were wearing seatbelts, either (although Michael did put his on as soon as the car stopped, which resulted in more hysterical laughing).
So one way you could look at that situation is that we could have been killed because Luke was at his girlfriend's instead of practice. The thing is, it's not the same situation as you're in, because Avril happens to be one of our best friends.
I mostly just wanted to tell that story, I'm sorry that I couldn't help you out more. I guess you could always just kill her.