Fake Girlfriend (A Behzinga Fanfic/AU)(unfinished)

SEVEN

 My dad was very excited to see me. It was evident in the fact that he rushed over to me and engulfed me in the biggest hug known to man. Of course, he saw what I was wearing and chuckled. "I'm so proud of you, Rebecca."

I smiled nervously. "Thank you. I learned from the best."

He pulled his suitcase off of the luggage carousel and we walked out of the airport, with him spewing out stories of his travels. He was a lawyer, but he was on an extended break so he would be spending a week or so with me.

Even on vacation, he sported the typical grey suit and white button up underneath. He was the epitome of a rich man.

I wondered what he'd have to say about my small flat.

It wasn't awful, but it wouldn't be as luxurious as he was used to. I told him this, but he insisted that he'd rather spend time with his daughter than be cramped up in a fancy hotel, which made me feel a bit better.

We climbed into my car and I let out a nervous laugh as he chuckled at one of his stories, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

My phone dinged, so I brought my eyes to it before I started driving.

Unknown number.

I tilted my head. Since when did random people text me?

I opened it and immediately knew who it was. I changed the contact name in my phone before reading it.

Ethan: Fancy a dinner, babe?

I sighed, nearly rolling my eyes at the clear sarcasm of the text. Ethan's mother must have been right over his shoulder. I replied quickly before setting my phone face down in front of the glove compartment.

Me: Can't. Dad in town, remember?

I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, attempting to make conversation with my dad despite the fact that everything he knew about me was a lie.

"So, how's work?" I asked casually.

"Busy," He admitted. "But when isn't it? That's what work is all about. If you're stressed, you know you're doing it right."

I raised an eyebrow, biting back the urge to contradict what he said. After all, being a teacher wasn't that stressful, especially for art. But he would argue that being an art teacher didn't count as a real job, so I just left it.

"Yeah," I kept my eyes on the road. "It's a good thing you're taking a break, though. These few weeks should do you good."

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't restless," He shrugged. "I can't stand too much time away from work. You know that better than anyone, don't you?"

I sighed. I did know that. I knew, because there wasn't a day of my childhood that he wasn't working. He was always on a call, or out of town on a business meeting. My mother and I had fun times together, but there were times when I needed a father.

I swiftly changed the subject and glanced over at him. "How's the soon-to-be wife?"

He smiled at that, turning and looking into my eyes. "I'm not sure I've ever heard you ask about Lisa. She's doing well."

I bit my lip and nodded. I never did ask about my dad's fiancee, purely because I hadn't kept in touch with them much. As far as mother figures went, she wasn't bad, but there was always a part of me that resented her.

I never knew why.

"Anyway, enough about me," My dad chuckled, and I tensed at that. I didn't exactly have answers prepared for the questions he was surely going to ask me. I braced myself, but as he went to speak my phone started ringing.