A/N: Pic of Declan up above! :D

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I had way too many drinks to count and was barely walking at this point.

Son of a bitch thinks he can come save the damsel in distress and have his way with me. God, I hate men.

"Come dance with me!" Bridget's voice rang in my ears as I focused on her face. She was just as drunk as I was, if not more. I let her drag me back to the dance floor. We ground on each other as the guys around us drooled. One of them dared to get close to Bridget to feel her up but I slapped his hand as hard as I could away from her and then gave him my best death glare. It was enough to scare him away and for no one else to come near us. I looked over at Bailey who was sitting at the bar talking to a girl with short blonde hair. She looked like she was enjoying herself. I smiled at her and then turned my attention back to Bridget, who's dress was starting to hike up. I leaned over and pulled her dress back down to an appropriate length as she glared at me.

"God, quit being my mom and have fun with me!" She scolded. I laughed and then started dancing with her again. I watched as a man put his hand on Bridget's shoulder. I was about to push him away but she went with him gladly, leaving me alone, dancing by myself. I sighed but then continued dancing. I knew how to have fun by myself. I didn't need anyone to make me happy, I made myself happy. I smiled as I brought my hands up to my hair and swayed my hips to the music.

Suddenly, I didn't feel so good and I needed some fresh air. I rushed to the nearest exit, quickly opened the door and breathed in the fresh air. I put my back against the cold brick wall, closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I faintly realized I was in an alleyway.

"So you changed your mind?" A gruff voice that I recognized came from beside me. My body tensed up and I looked over to see the burley man from the dance floor stumbling towards me.

Oh hell to the no.

I felt my anger rise and I got ready for a fight. He smirked sloppily at me before he swung his fist towards me. I ducked, easily dodging his blow as he went flying into the the wall from his momentum. He stood back up and then came at me again.

The next thing I knew, the door to the club was flung open and the man with the mismatched eyes was pummeling the man that had been attacking me. Stunned, I stood there for a moment before reacting. Finally, I came to my senses and realized if he kept hitting this guy, he would die. I rushed over and swiftly pulled him off of the unconscious man.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You're going to kill him!" I yelled. He turned his head and his beautiful eyes caught mine. He held my gaze for a moment before looking back at the man on the ground. I looked down to see my hands were still on his muscular upper bicep. I quickly put my hands at my side and felt a blush cross my cheeks.

What the hell am I blushing for? He's just a guy!

A stupid man.

I hate men.

Then he turned back to me and our eyes met once more.

"Sorry." His voice was cold and distant. I stared at him for a moment, trying to figure him out.

"Why?" I asked hesitantly. He rose an eyebrow.

"Didn't you get mad at me the last time I saved you?" He asked blatantly. I took a step back, felt my mouth drop a bit, and my eyes widen. I tried to recover from my shocked expression but failed miserably.

"Um, yeah, well, my friend mentioned that you don't know me and how I can handle myself so..." I trailed off, forgetting what my point was. He stared at me for what felt like an hour before he spoke again.

"Watch your surroundings more. You should avoid a fight if possible, even if you can defend yourself." He said off handedly. I crossed my arms and felt myself get angry again.

"I know that already but if you hadn't noticed, I didn't really have a choice in either of the scenarios you pushed your way into." I snapped. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Are you always like this?" He asked, his voice sounded irritated now.

"As a matter of fact, no. I don't even usually talk to guys, so consider yourself lucky!" I quipped and then stomped towards the door, opened it and walked back into the noisy club. I weaved my way through the people and found Bridget, who was still grinding on the same guy from before. I decided not to interrupt and made my way to the bar and sat down next to Bailey who had just gotten another drink. I ordered one of my own before I turned to her.

"Hey, where have you been?" She asked.

"You don't wanna know." I said. She just kept staring at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes and then decided to explain what happened.

"That same guy saved me again. Douchebag needs to just mind his own damn business." I said. She gave me a half smile.

"You're so stubborn, Crystal." She commented and then took a swig of her drink. The bartender handed me my drink and I took a swig of mine also.

"I am not. He just wanted to save me so he could get in my pants." I remarked. I saw her roll her eyes.

"Not all guys are like that." She said. I glared at her.

"And I suppose the guy you're going on a date with tomorrow night is one of those guys?" I asked sarcastically. She smiled as she thought of him.

"Actually, yes. He's the perfect gentleman and I trust him to be nice and slow." Her voice was sweet as she explained him. I scoffed.

"We'll see." Is all I said before turning to look around the bar before my sights landed on those perfect set of mismatched eyes once again. I watched him as he walked in through the back door. His vacant expression didn't give away any clue as to what he was thinking. I saw a girl walk up to him and flail herself onto him, her slick black hair rubbing against his chest. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her but when she tried to kiss him he pushed her away slightly to avoid it. I rose an eyebrow as I kept watching. He forcefully but kindly, turned her away before she ran off towards the bathrooms, probably to puke. Then his eyes caught mine staring at him. Shocked and embarrassed that I had been caught, I quickly turned back to Bailey. Sadly though, she was now talking to the bartender. I looked down at my drink.

Why did he turn that girl away? Was she not pretty enough for him or something?

I felt a presence to my right. I looked up to see the same damn man I had been thinking of. He was trying to get the bartender's attention, completely ignoring me. I looked back down at my glass before chugging it and slamming it down on the bar, gaining the bartender's attention.

"I need another and a..." I turned to look at the mismatch eyed man expectantly. He rose an eyebrow but then answered.

"Captain Coke." He filled in. The bartender nodded and then started to make our drinks.

"Are you bi-polar?" He asked. I whipped my head to him and felt my eye twitch in anger.

"The fuck is your problem? I was trying to be nice!" I replied hastily. He watched me for a moment and then smirked.

"My apologies. I just thought you hated me." He replied, amusement played in his voice. I glared at him before responding.

"I don't hate you, I hate your species." I explained, his smirk wiped off his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

"My species? You mean men?" He asked. I nodded as the bartender set our drinks in front of us. He grabbed his drink and rose it towards me.

"Cheers, to hating men." He said. I stared at him, confused.

Was that a joke?

His stoic expression gave away nothing. I finally rose my glass and he clanked it hard against mine, sending a bit of alcohol flying from our glasses. I kept staring as he chugged his drink. He set down his glass and asked for another and then he turned back to me, raising an eyebrow at my glass still in the air from our toast. Embarrassed, I quickly drank my alcohol before setting my glass down and then looked up at him. He had a smirk on his face again. I turned to the dance floor to look for Bridget, trying to ignore his gaze. I spotted her in the middle of a crowd with that guy. His hands were on her ass and her dress was hiked up way too far. I narrowed my eyes at her, willing her to look at me with no luck.

"Maybe if you stare at her long enough, she'll magically switch clothes." He commented beside me, as if plucking my thoughts from my head. I turned my glare to him.

"Oh shut up." I said as I grabbed my new drink and took a swig.

"Are you their mom or what?" He asked.

"God, can you just leave me alone and mind your own business?" I asked back, becoming more and more annoyed. I could see his smirk out of the corner of my eye and it pissed me off. I turned to give him my full attention.

"Why did you save me? Not that I needed you to but I am curious." I rose an eyebrow at him. His smirk disappeared, replaced with his stoic look.

"You caught my eye, I guess. I didn't want that guy to put a bruise on that pretty skin of yours." He replied, his eyes bore into mine, making me blush.

Why the hell am I blushing again? This damn guy pissed me off.

"So you wanted to get in my pants?" I asked, already convinced in my head this was the reason. He rose an eyebrow.

"You really do hate guys, don't you?" He asked. I noted that he avoided my question.

"Well, you were, weren't you? Trying to get me in bed, that is." I said, trying to get him to say it. He shook his head slowly.

"You're something else." He remarked. My anger began to rise even more.

"Answer the damn question!" I yelled. I felt a small hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Bailey shaking her head at me to calm down. I rolled my eyes and turned back to mismatched eyes. He was glaring at me.

"Even if I said no, would you believe me?" His voice sounded stern and annoyed. I turned back to my drink.

"Probably not." I said honestly. I took a drink from my glass before turning back to look at him but he was gone. I looked around, trying to spot him but he was nowhere in sight. Deep inside, I felt disappointment but I tried to ignore it.

Damn men.