Author's Note: So here's chapter 2, I couldn't wait to put it up. I still have a few more chapters already written, but I'm hesitant to put them up unless anyone really wants to read them. This is my first attempt at writing anything like this, so hopefully it's good!

And Twilight ain't mine...unforunately. But the idea for the story is, and that's okay with me.

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After a shy smile at the bouncer who let me into the bar with a wink of his eye, I spotted Alice at our usual corner. She waved exuberantly at me as I shrugged off my coat.

"Bella!" she shouted above the din of the crowd. With a small wave and a resigned look on my face, I wove my way through the sea of people and headed towards the table. Finnegan's was packed with the Friday night college crowd celebrating the end of the week at full force. Jingly Irish music blared from the jukebox and there were a couple of beer pong games going on in the opposite corner from where Alice and our friends sat. Every so often a loud cheer would break out as a frat boy sank a cup. I could just make out the blond hair cascading down my friend Rosalie's back from where I was. Just as I was walking by the bar, a large man careened my way. I sidestepped to avoid his drunken stumble and felt someone push against my shoulder. My legs tangled into each other and I was thrown off balance. Accustomed to falling, I closed my eyes and braced for the impact.

I wasn't disappointed.

I slammed sideways into the bar and slid halfway onto the floor before I grabbed hold of the edge of the counter, rattling the glasses and half empty bottles behind me.

"What the hell!" I shrieked. Opening my eyes slowly, I stared at a pair of black shoes just a couple feet away from my face. Shiny, and totally impractical for a bar night. Fitting for an asshole who doesn't watch where he's going. I tilted my head up to say just that, and let my eyes travel upwards from the shoes to a pair of dazzling emerald green eyes. Holy crap, did people actually have eyes that color green? I was partially aware that everyone in my immediate vicinity had stopped and stared at my little performance, but I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. It didn't escape me however, that his face was equally as dazzling as his eyes. His straight nose, high cheekbones and strong jaw burned into my retinas. His hair was a soft bronze color, not quite red and not quite brown. It fell onto his forehead in comfortable tumbles, as if he never bothered to brush it or bother with it. I was speechless. Not only was he beautiful, but he seemed almost…ethereal. Like he should have a bright golden aura emanating from his body to accompany his godly looks. I felt almost humbled in his presence, and it felt sort of fitting that I was practically kneeling at his feet. A little voice in my head told me to stop staring, to get up and to walk away, but for some reason, my body wouldn't respond. In reality, it might have only been two seconds, but it felt like I was gaping for at least two minutes.

And then he had to speak and ruin it all.

"Are you okay, Grace?" The man flashed a devastating crooked grin. "Usually a girl doesn't fall on her knees until I've bought her at least one drink." The crowd around me burst out laughing and cheered him with clinking glasses. Snapping out of my daze, I blinked stupidly at the man. What the hell did he just say? My brain kicked in and I glared at the stranger standing above me. What a great way to begin this night. Clearly I wanted to leave my apartment to be humiliated in front of everyone by this guy. This… incredibly handsome, beautiful…I mentally shook my head at my train of thought. This ridiculously arrogant bastard. That sounded about right. "Here, let me give you a hand." He extended his hand towards me, but I ignored the gesture with a toss of my head and stood up, fixing my blue shirt in the process.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" I managed to sputter, feeling an embarrassed blush creeping onto my cheeks. There must've been about thirty pairs of eyes on us due to my display of gracefulness. To make it even worse, I could feel a large wet spot on the upper right side of my shirt from where the contents of some of the glasses had spilled and dripped off the counter onto me. Looking over the man's shoulder, I could see Alice's tiny head bopping as she attempted to see what was going on over the crowd. The man's green eyes glinted and the amused look vanished from his face and was replaced by mocking sneer.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going. Apparently navigating around chairs and furniture is quite a feat for you." he smirked. A loud laugh rose around us and I felt the heat in my cheeks rise even more.

"You don't know me." I snapped, wishing I had never left my apartment.

"I don't? I'm a pretty good reader of people." he said. He glanced up and down my body slowly, purposefully, and then grinned wickedly. "Seems pretty self-explanatory." My jaw dropped and then snapped shut. Flustered, I attempted to walk around the man. "You're leaving already, Grace?" he drawled in a bored tone as he picked up his beer. Something deep in me snapped, and before I knew it, I twirled around to face the man one more time. I didn't care about the audience any more. I had to crane my neck up to stare him in the eye. Geez, how tall was he?

"My name is not Grace, and you are an asshole." I said calmly, as if explaining it to a five year old. If he had known me, he would've known that he was treading on dangerous ground. This was the calm before the storm. I squinted at him, staring him down Clint Eastwood style. "So why don't you just take your stupid comments and your little frat boy audience and go find someone else who's more amused by childish jokes." A murmur broke out around me and a couple of drunken guys clapped sloppily. Inner Bella jumped up and down and cheered. Where had that come from? I raised my eyebrows at him expectantly.

And the asshole grinned. He fucking grinned.

"Wow, Not Grace. I didn't think you had it in you." He laughed, his green eyes crinkling and his white teeth glistening. "I'm surprised. Pleasantly surprised. How about a drink?" My eyebrows rose even higher at that request. He must be delusional.

"Sure." The words popped out of my mouth before I could contain them and his smile grew even larger. As he started twisting towards the bartender, my hand acted on auto pilot and shot out and grabbed his bottle. Quickly, I splashed the contents into his face. His green eyes popped open and stared at me disbelievingly. He wasn't the only one. I couldn't believe I'd actually done that! Beat a swift retreat, be witty and then walk away, Bella! "Thanks for that drink. It hit the spot." I smiled cheekily as I slammed the bottle onto the counter, and walked away quickly, my heart beating out of my chest from both the adrenaline and from pretending to be that confident.

Holy crap.

Why did that feel so good?

Take that, men!