"I think," Ben mumbled, "I think I might have a drug problem." I glanced over at him, before turning to look at the ground. "Well," I shuffled my feet, "maybe you should stop doing them." He glanced up at me, his icy blue eyes staring intensely at me as he slowly walked towards me. I gulped, not knowing what to do. This is the closest we've ever been! What can I say? I backed up the closer he got, until eventually my back hit a wall and I realized I was trapped. He came until he was just inches from me, putting his mouth near my ear, making me shiver at the feel of his breath on my neck. "You don't understand, Alison," he chuckled bitterly, "you are my drug problem."

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.