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

SIXTEEN

Ethan was the one who came up with the game. It was really simple, but it involved a lot of shots and a lot of courage. I normally wasn't a fan of drinking games, but I decided I would play just to get my mind off of dinner.

It was simple. We took turns asking a question about the other person, and we could choose whether to answer it or take a shot. The catch was that if you decided to ask the question, you had to answer it, too.

"Okay, okay," He smirked after about ten minutes of our game, and we were both doing well. We'd started off with easy questions, so when he asked the next one it caught me off guard. "Your least favorite student of all time."

I rolled my eyes with a smile. "I don't have one."

"Bullshit," He chuckled.

"No, really," I giggled, knowing full well that it was bullshit. "I love all of my students."

He raised an eyebrow and I sighed in defeat, picking up the shot of whiskey and downing it. He laughed a genuine, real laugh, which made me grin. It was rare for him.

"Let me guess, yours is some scrawny kid that can't lift a gallon of milk?"

He leaned his arm on the bar, shaking his head as he turned to look at me. "Nah. The scrawny ones have got the most heart."

I bit my lip, surprised by what he said. "So who's your least favorite?"

"His name was Liam Gaines," Ethan took a drink of water with a smirk. "The kid was a jackass. Not only to me, but to his classmates. This was...two...years ago, I think."

"Alright, it's my turn," I cleared my throat and sat up straighter. "What's your greatest fear?"

His eyebrows raised. "Damn, this got deep."

"Yep, I'm a serious person when I want to be," I smirked. "I'll answer first if you'd like. Unless you're going to take the drink?"

"No, I can handle it," He was still smiling. "But, please, go first. I need to hear this."

"Easy," I shrugged. "Not being good enough for my family."

His smile faded. "Oh."

"No, wait, I don't need pity or anything," I said quickly. "I'm fine. Anyway, your turn."

"Okay," He cleared his throat. "Dying alone."

I went quiet, staring into his eyes as he took a drink of water. "Well, you shouldn't worry about that. I guarantee any of the girls in here would marry you on the spot."

He chuckled at my joke. "Not my type."

I raised an eyebrow. "None of them? I'll bet I could pick out your type from a mile away."

He gestured to the large room and smirked. "Be my guest."

I giggled. "I guarantee you're getting laid tonight with the girl of your dreams, and you'll have me to thank."

He grinned, looking me up and down before drinking from his water again. "Oh, sure, why don't I just cheat on my fake girlfriend the week of her father's wedding? I'm sure that would go over well."

I sighed. "Fair point. But still, give me five minutes and I'll pick out your type."

"I'd like to see you try," He waved down the bartender and ordered us some drinks, and we each downed our shots before I looked around.

There was one group of girls, all very pretty and all talkative. They seemed to be having a girl's night out, with plenty of drinks.

One in particular caught my eye. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and very tight clothes on.