Fake Fiancée

Chapter 22: Some Night This Is

Everyone stared at me wide eyed. I sensed I should quickly get it over and done with in case Veronica would start a scene. I nervously gave everyone a smile and gripped the microphone tighter. “So I have a dilemma,” I started to say. “My boyfriend has just dumped me for someone else-”

“Well he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on!” Some random guy hollered out from the crowd. I laughed lightly and so did others.

“Yes, well anyway, I need a man who can make me forget about that jerk-”

“I can!”

“No I can!”

“Pft, I’m a way better choice than you!”

I smirked just a bit. Everything was going to plan. “So anyway,” I called out over the voices of the guys arguing. “I decided if you want to go on a date with me to show me how awesome of a guy you are, just give me your number, and I’ll just randomly pick one and call you … so how do you like that?”

As soon as I finished my little speech, the cheering started. I wasn’t really going on a date. I wouldn’t pick any numbers randomly, and I would never want to go on a date with them anyway. I felt my cheeks redden as someone called out with a dreamy look on his face, “Who are you?”

I spotted Veronica fuming out of the corner of my eye and then came up with an idea – a funny idea. “I’m the birthday girl’s sister,” I replied loudly with a grin.

I knew many guys would be bothering her and asking for my name, and I knew she’d be pissed because her so-called ‘sister’ was receiving more attention than her. And she was the birthday girl. “Happy birthday sis!” I called out to her, just to make her a bit angrier. She turned red and stormed off the dance floor angrily. My eyes then met Henry’s and he was looking at me strangely, but a tap on my shoulder made me turn around.

I found myself face to face with the singer from the band. He grinned sheepishly at me and took out a small piece of paper. “Here,” he muttered, handing it to me.

I gave him a gracious smile to hide my embarrassment. “Thank you.”

And after that, many guys and I mean many guys approached me and gave me their number. I was pretty sure I had more than twenty, which made me so happy. I was on cloud nine and I couldn’t wait to dress Henry up in the Elvis Presley costume.

The truth was - I had brought the costume along with me. It was still in the boot of a car Henry had rented for us so we didn’t have to travel by a limo all the time.

Keith decided to accompany me to the car and we frowned as a girl came stumbling towards us. I wrinkled my nose because she was obviously drunk. A slurred “hiiiii” came out of her, which made Keith flinch. I looked on curiously as she put her hand on Keith’s arm for support.

“Uhh … what are you doing?” Keith asked. I rolled my eyes at that. He could be so tactless sometimes. I bit my lip as the girl turned her outraged eyes to him.

“How dare-”

Her eyes then widened as she took Keith in. I think she was checking him out. Oh scratch that, she was definitely checking him out. “Wow you’re … hot,” she murmured.

Keith smirked and replied, “My boyfriend thinks so too.”

The girl choked on what she was going to say next and started to run away, swaying from side to side as she tried to probably find a bush to puke. Laughter burst out from inside Keith andI.“Good one,” I managed to say while holding my stomach from laughing so hard.