I looked at my closet trying to decide what to wear to the MMA match. Bridget said that this fight was a big deal because one of the competitors was Declan Murphy, the biggest up and coming fighter in the USA. Apparently, he's pretty famous in that world right now and Bridget was a huge fan. I brought my attention out of my thoughts and back to my closet.

What do you wear to these things?

I decided on a pair of jeans, a white tank top and a black hoody. I walked to my bathroom, put some makeup up on and then went back in the room to show Isabel my outfit. She was sitting at her desk trying to study but was obviously getting nowhere fast.

"How do I look?" I asked her. She looked up at me with her bold black glasses and smiled.

"You look cute." She said and I frowned.

"Do you think this will be ok for the fight?" I asked.

"You make it sound like someone is getting murdered." She replied.

"Well, what the hell do I call it?!" I cried. She simply shrugged.

"Can you just answer my question? Do you think this looks ok or is there something specific I should wear?" I begged.

"I think you look fine." She said and turned her attention back to her books.

"Ok, good enough, I guess."

The door opened to reveal an ecstatic Bridget. She was wearing a black shirt that had the name Declan Murphy written on the front with red boxing gloves below the name. She jumped around giddily as she grabbed my hands and squealed.

"Oh my god! I can't believe we're actually going to see Declan Murphy in person!" She screeched, her voice about splitting my ear drums.

"Yay, so exciting!" I yelled sarcastically. She stopped and glared at me.

"Can you at least pretend to be excited?"

"I'm excited to spend time with you." I offered. She smiled back at me and nodded.

"That will do. Come now, grab your stuff and let's go!" She squealed again. I grabbed my things and shoved them into my pockets.

"Alright, I'm good." I told her. She grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly out of my room, down the hallway and out to the parking lot. We slipped into the white Cadillac Bridget received from her parents when she got accepted to this college. It was a 20 minute drive to the arena while listening to Bridget go fangirl about Declan Murphy.

"Oh and did I mention how cool his eyes are?! One is blue and one is brown. Seriously, so dreamy, I could faint!" She shrieked.

Did she just say his eyes were different colors?

No, it can't be him...

"Are you even listening to me?!" She whined. I turned to her and nodded.

"Yeah, two different colored eyes...did you um happen to see the guy who saved me from that creep last night?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"No reason...just curious."

There is no way they're the same guy, that would be too weird.

Once we finally arrived, we parked the car and walked into the building. We found our seats amongst the crowd of people and sat down. A few moments later the lights went dim and the announcer's voice came over the speakers.

"Please welcome first into the ring, Roger Rodriguez!" A man came from a hallway to the left, the Mexican flag behind him. He hyped up the crowd with his song, Can't Be Touched by Roy Jones. Once he made it to the ring the announcer continued. "Coming in at five foot eleven inches and two hundred sixty three pounds from Springfield, Illinois, Rocker Rodriguez is disciplined in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu." The announcer let Roger parade around the ring and pump his arms in the air as he talked. When Rodriguez returned to his corner, the announcer spoke again.

"And now welcome his competitor, Declan Murphy!" The crowd immediately went into an uproar, five times louder than they were for Roger Rodriguez. Everyone was on their feet chanting "Knockout", which I assumed was his nickname, over and over again. When he came into sight, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I immediately knew it was him by his mismatched eyes. I had memorized them without meaning to. His brown hair was lightly ruffled and his chest was gleaming with sweat. His black shorts only had one white stripe down each side. I stared at his face, which was stoic, as usual. My ears were ringing from the crowd but I faintly heard his theme song amongst the cheering.

Hall of Fame by the Script.

I felt my heartbeat race from adrenaline as I suddenly realized I was standing with the crowd cheering Declan on.

What is wrong with me? I never do stuff like this.

After Declan stepped into the ring, the announcer started again. "Stepping into the ring at six feet and two hundred forty nine pounds from Sheffield, Illinois, Knockout is trained in kickboxing." He slid his gloves on and his coach wrapped his wrists. The older man had silver hair that looked like it had once been black and he had the same mismatching eyes as Declan. I wondered if they were related. I assumed they had to be since that trait wasn't very common.

I watched as the competitors met in the middle of the ring and the referee said something to them as they both nodded and then returned each to their own corners. After a few moments I heard a bell ring loudly, silencing the crowd. They circled each other slowly before Roger took the first swing. Declan easily dodged it, his movements were swift and flowed smoothly. He tried punching him in the side but Rodriguez dodged it just barely. Declan moved quickly as he straightened up and backed away slightly, out of Roger's reach. Declan knew exactly what he was doing as he concentrated all of his attention on his competitor. I stared at his eyes as they carefully watched Rodriguez. Roger lifted his leg quickly, aiming for Declan's side but he caught his ankle and twisted him to the ground. I could almost see the gears turning as he calculated his next move. Declan pressed his elbow into his back hard before letting go and standing up as he waited for Rodriguez to stand up. When he did, Declan swung quickly and hit Roger square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground and out cold. When Rodriguez didn't move, the referee moved over to him and checked him out. The referee stood up after a moment and made a signal and yelled "knockout".

The bell rung loudly once again and the crowd erupted into a fit of cheering. I saw the smallest hint of a smirk on Declan's face as his hand was pulled into the air by the referee. I found myself smiling at his quick victory.

"And the winner is Declan Murphy by knockout!" The announcer roared over the speaker. After a while, Declan went back down his respected hallways and disappeared while a doctor came out to check on Rodriguez. I turned to Bridget who was still cheering. Finally, she calmed down and looked at me excitedly.

"Ok, now we have to go outside and try to get his autograph as he walks to his car!" She screeched. I stared at her like she grew a second head.

"You're kidding." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"No! We have to go now or we won't catch him!" She yelled, pulling my wrist and leading me through the people and out a door. There was a crowd that led from one of the doors to a black car sitting on the street. Bridget pulled me through the crowd until we reached the front where we would get a good view of him. I felt my heart race, worrying that he would recognize me. The door opened, revealing Declan in jeans and his leather jacket. He started walking when I suddenly felt a hard push on my back, sending me flying forward. I braced myself for the fall when I was caught in strong arms. I looked up to see mismatched eyes gazing down at me, amusement playing on his face. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks.

Why does this guy always make me blush?!

"Couldn't stay away from me, huh?" He asked as he helped me stand up. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I was forced to come here by my best friend." I snipped, turning around and starting to walk back to Bridget who was flipping out that Declan was talking to me.

"Likely story." I heard his voice behind me as I got to Bridget. My anger flailing, I whipped around and glared at him.

"Just because your famous doesn't mean every girl wants to sleep with you!" I yelled at him, the crowd around us silenced. Declan rose an eyebrow then turned to look at Bridget next to me. The fangirl in her looked like she was going to faint from him even looking at her.

"Is she always like this?" He asked. I felt my anger fly again as I remembered him asking me the same thing last night. She smiled and threw her hand in the air at him.

"She's an acquired taste." She said and I glared at her.

"What the hell does that mean?!" I roared. I heard Declan laughing and it made me bring my attention back to him. It was the first time I heard him laugh and it was towards me. This guy really pissed me off! I stomped up to him and pushed my finger into his chest.

"One day, Declan Murphy, you won't have anyone or anything but your money and fame. And then what will you do?!" I spit at him. His face turned stoic once more, looking into my eyes. I felt everyone staring at us but I didn't care. I was so angry, I didn't care about anything but telling that asshole off.

"And one day, you won't have anyone or anything because your attitude will drive them away." He bit back. I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. I took a step back as if the blow had been physical. I stared at him for a moment before he walked past me and up to Bridget. They talked for a moment as I stayed glued to that spot. Finally, he walked to his car, got in and drove away. And for some reason, my heart sank and that same wave of disappointment from the night before washed over me once again. The crowd dispersed slowly and Bridget walked up to me.

"What the hell was all that about?" She asked. I finally turned to her.

"Um, the guy that I told you about last night. The one who saved me...twice?" She nodded at my question.

"It was Declan."

"Crazy girl say what now?" Her voice and face shared the same shock.

"To say we don't like each other...would probably be an understatement." I told her. She shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around what I just said.

"Well, just because you don't like him doesn't mean he doesn't like you...he gave me this." She handed me a small piece of white paper that looked like it had been ripped out of a notebook. It had black scribbling on it.

Goldilocks,

Call me when you pull that stick out of your ass.

555-3786

-Declan

I felt my anger flair.

What the hell?!

I was just about to rip the paper in half when something inside me made me stop. I stared at the note again and then shoved it in my pocket.

Asshole.