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

NINETEEN

 I warily glanced at Jackson, who was sitting across the table from Ethan and I and glaring at Ethan. Why was he acting weird?

I bit my lip nervously, praying Jackson wouldn't say or do anything stupid.

Or anything that would get me in trouble.

Ethan intertwined our fingers on top of the table and brushed his thumb on the back of my hand. It was still the evening of the wedding, and we were eating dinner at one of the roundtables on the beach.

"This is really good, Princess, you should try it," Ethan brought my gaze away from Jackson as he squeezed my hand, so I sighed and took a bite of his food.

"Mm, yeah, that is good," I hummed, closing my eyes at the new taste.

"What's in this?" He asked the waiter as he walked by.

"Oh, that's the special for this evening. I believe that's our steak and lobster Alfredo."

"Well, it's really—wait...Lobster?" Ethan's voice went deathly quiet at that word, and he dropped his fork. "Shit."

"It's fine," I assured him. I was surprised he remembered my allergy to fish. My dad had wide eyes from across the table, but I shrugged it off. "I'll just take my emergency injection and I'll be fine."

I reached into my purse and Ethan let out a relieved sigh.

"And what would have happened if you didn't have that? Do you get all puffy and shit?"

"No, but her throat closes up rather quickly until she starts to have trouble breathing," My dad held onto Lisa's hand as he watched me ruffle through my bag. "In a matter of minutes, actually. Bec? You have the injection, right?"

That was the first time he'd called me that in years. And it didn't help with the worry that started building up in my chest as I searched through my purse. "Uh oh."

"'Uh oh?' What do you mean 'uh oh?'" Ethan turned to look into my eyes.

"We should probably start panicking."

"Give me that," He snatched my purse out of my hands as I stood, putting my head in my hands and already starting to breathe heavily.

He dumped the purse out on the sand, but I grabbed his arm.

"It's not in there, Ethan," I tried to stay calm. "I must have left it in our room."

"We have to get her to a hospital now," My dad shot to his feet, but Ethan reached down and scooped me into his arms bridal style.

"There's no time," He cursed. "We have to go back to the villa and get that needle."

"I can walk," I cleared my throat as I croaked out the words, and he carried me to the rental car, setting me in the passenger seat before speeding out of the parking lot.

"How much time do we have?" He asked quickly. "Becca? Can you talk?"

"For now," I croaked. "I'd say ten minutes before I pass out."

"Shit," He hit his hand on the steering wheel very hard in frustration, pressing down harder on the gas. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Just...calm down," I said slowly, trying to catch my breath. There was a tightening feeling in my throat that I hadn't felt since I was eight years old.

My mom was with me then.

I started to tear up, so I looked out the window, hoping he wouldn't see me and start to freak out. I tried my hardest not to cry, because I needed to save my breath.