I'm crazy for you, who knows what I'd do

-Jason Derulo

The moment I entered the club, I knew he wasn't there. The atmosphere was dull and not charged, I couldn't feel his presence. My spirits died down. My mood became sulky again, the loud music adding to my misery. The smell of alcohol was lingering in the air. All around me people were dancing and enjoying themselves, but I couldn't.

Dean must've seen my face, because he smiled softly at me. "He's on his way."

My spirits rose up again, my somber mood vanishing, being replaced by nervousness and goosebumps. I tried not to freak out by the fact that I was going to see him after a whole week and I was going to confess.

"If only you'd balled up and confessed earlier, we wouldn't be doing this right now, A girl." Scott shook his head. "But, fret not. Better late than never." He put an arm around my neck as if we were best buddies and led me towards the bar.

"No, I'm not drinking." I said.

"Two shots of tequila for my favorite girl over here." Then he looked at me. "You think you'll be able to tell him everything when you're sober?"

"I have to, and I will. I don't wanna be drunk when I say something to him. Otherwise he'll think I'm saying it because of the alcohol and I don't actually mean it."

His gaze on me was contemplating, after which he broke into a smile. "Alright then."

"BOO!"

Scott screeched and jumped a feet above, sliding down from the bar stool he was sitting on. I cackled, bursting into a full blown laughter, slapping a hand over my mouth. He glared at me, then he glared at his sister. "You are dead."

"Aw Scottie, did I scare you?" Savannah asked innocently. "It's not my fault you're such a baby. What was the count this time? Five hundred?"

"You've done that five hundred times?" I asked incredulously.

She nodded and laughed. "And he gives me the same reaction each time."

"Shut up, Sav. You want me to open my mouth and spill what kinds of reaction you give me when you see a cockroach?"

Her grin dropped. "You do that and you'll break the twin code and I'll be forced to open my mouth as well." She warned him.

"Right." He flicked her forehead, gave me a wink and walked over to Dean.

Savannah sat down beside me. "Sup?"

"I'm trying not to freak out." I gave a nervous laugh, rubbing my palms. "I don't know what to do. I've never been in this situation before. I don't want to say something wrong and mess things up."

She rolled her eyes. "You'll be fine. Theo doesn't want you to be perfect, you know. He wants you to be you. He doesn't want you to be a flawless prissy girl and give him a wonderful speech. He wants you to make mistakes and say wrong things because that is what you would do."

I looked at her in awe.

"Yeah yeah, I know I'm awesome." She nodded as if agreeing with the fact, then looked behind me. Her mouth turned upwards. "Hello there gorgeous."

I turned around to see a guy sitting directly behind me, a glass of whiskey in his hand, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when he heard her. His golden brown eyes shined, his lips turning into a flirty smirk. "Hello beautiful."

Savannah got down from the stool and walked up to him. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"I think I should be doing that, shouldn't I?" He gestured to his glass and turned to the bartender, the shine in his eyes not once going. "A glass of champagne for the lady. What would your friend like?" He turned towards me.

"Oh no no, I'm good." I gave him a smile, getting up as well. I walked away slowly, grinning at Savannah and giving her a thumbs up. She winked at me and gave me a thumbs up back.

I walked over to the dance floor, the smell of sweat more prominent than ever. I moved my body to the beats, raising my hands up in the air.

Then I felt the room around me become charged.

I spotted him before he spotted me. He was wearing his usual black ripped jeans, the white tee painfully showing his bulging muscles and chiseled chest beneath, not doing mercy to my already jittery body. His mouth was set in a straight line, no smile and no frown. Even in the dim lights, I could make out his strong jaw, a light stubble on his face, dark and dangerous on his already dominant figure. He looked lethal as he ran his fingers through his hair.

I felt my mouth go dry.

I continued dancing, imaging his eyes on me, his eyes holding a predator look and watching me like his prey.

The song changed. My movements became slower, sensual. I swung my hips side to side, putting my hands in my hair and lifting them up, closing my eyes, enjoying the feel, but opening them again to look at him. A brunette was sitting dangerously close to him, her hand on his thigh, and I had the urge to go over and rip that away, but I reminded myself he wasn't mine yet, not until I fixed things up.

Then he raised his head up and his eyes met mine. His body went rigid, the hand holding the beer bottle freezing mid way. His posture straightened, mouth opening and closing again. His eyes raked my body, top to bottom, lingering on my legs, then coming back up to look in my eyes. His tongue peeked out of his mouth to leisurely lick his bottom lip.

I closed my eyes, aware of his burning stare. Nothing mattered right now except his eyes on me. In my head I tried making a list of the things I had to apologize for, and how I would really confess everything to him. My mind came out blank.

I felt a hand lightly trace my ass, then grab it.

My eyes shot open because there was no way this was Theo, and I did not want to be touched by anyone but him. I jerked away from the hand, looking behind me at the person. The guy seemed to be in his mid twenties, a black of mass of hair on his head, blue eyes adorning his circular face. If the situation had been different, I could have found him cute.

He smirked when he saw me looking at him. "You've got some really sexy moves, baby. Wanna get out and show them to me in private?" I could smell the alcohol on him, but his speech was perfectly clear.

"How about no?" I made a move to go away but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.

"Aw baby, don't be like that." He whispered in my ear. I struggled, but he kept his grip firm.

"Let go me of, you fucking asshole." I hissed out and managed to free myself from his grip. I walked down the dance floor, looking back at him to find him already smirking at me.

I looked down, walking away as fast as possible. If this had happened any other day, I would have fought back. But today wasn't the day.I had to make things right with Theo, I couldn't lose him. I didn't want any drama today.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked me when I reached over.

"I-I'm fine." I looked to his side, but Theo wasn't there. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out.

"He'll come around, okay? Don't worry." Dean reassured me, but I wasn't the least bit assured. I'd hurt him that bad, I deserved it.

I looked over at the bar, finding Savannah in a deep conversation with the guy from earlier, throwing her head back and laughing. Well, at least someone was enjoying themselves. Scott was on the dance floor surrounded by girls, Bridget and Dean were sitting in front of me. I met her eyes, she gave me a small smile and shook her head.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" I said to them.

The back side of the club wasn't much crowded. People usually preferred the front with the loud music and all. I was able to breathe fresh air again without the smell of a lot of alcohol. The bathrooms were to easy to spot, I went in, did my business, and came out.

I saw the guy from the dance floor standing in front of me.

He was smirking, and I whipped my head to the side, just to see no one was here. We were alone, and he was taking slow steps towards me. Up here, in the light, I could see he was much much bigger and stronger than I had thought. His muscles were bulging from beneath his shirt. I gulped and took a step back.

When my back hit the wall, I realized he was standing way closer to me. His face was inches away from mine and he placed his hands on either side of my head, caging me. Then he bent down. "I've been wanting to do this all night, baby."

He grabbed my hands in an iron grip, forcing his knee in between my legs. I struggled and screamed, but he placed another hand on my mouth. His hand was sweaty, big, and disgusting. "Shh now, wouldn't want people to know, would you?"

"You pig, let me go!" I thrashed in his grip. He pressed his body closed to mine and I felt his manhood pushing on me.

"Oh baby, I'm so hard for you." He groaned out. "I'm gonna make you feel so good tonight."

I tried kicking him in between his legs, but his knee which was pushing my legs apart was making it impossible to so. His hand left my mouth, only to roam around my body. He stopped at my chest, cupped my breast.

Then he was off me.

I saw the livid form of Theo grab him by his neck and push him to the ground. The guy tried to get up, but Theo climbed on top him, punching him in the gut, then repeatedly punching his face. He looked furious, his arm vibrating with the punches he was throwing.

"Theo." I called out to him.

He didn't respond, nor did he stop. The guy was bleeding now, and as much as I thought he deserved it, I couldn't let Theo pay the price of it. "Theo, stop."

People had started swarming around us, looking at the commotion with wide eyes. They were whispering among themselves as I rushed to him, grabbing his arm. "Theo, please, stop." I cried out.

I saw Scott and Dean from the corner of my eye and I ran to them. "Stop him."

Dean moved forward, grabbing him by his shirt, pulling him off the guy. Theo struggled in his grip, his expression murderous. The guy was groaning on the ground, clutching his stomach, blood spurting out from everywhere. Dean whispered something in his ear and he seemed to cool down.

"If you ever touch her, I will kill you motherfucker." Theo snarled at the guy, his voice dangerously calm, but deadly.

He was shaking, his body was shaking with the rage. Dean looked at me pleadingly, his eyes asking me to calm him down. So I ran to him, flinging my arms around his neck and holding tight, not letting go. He stilled for a second and hesitantly wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Theo, I'm fine. Okay?" I grabbed his face and made him look at me, in my eyes. "I'm fine, see?"

"He touched you. He touched you without your consent." He growled out.

"But you protected me. You saved me. I'm fine now." I pressed my face in his neck, taking a whiff of his intoxicating scent.

"Show's over guys, fuck off." I heard Bridget shout at the people. I smiled mentally, she knew when I hated attention, she always knew what I wanted.

It is now or never, A. Do it. Do it. Say it.

"Let me drive you home." I whispered to him. He stiffened, his jaw tightening, arms dropping down to his side. I missed his warmth. "Please."

He looked down at me, at my pleading expression, his eyes softening as he gave me a small nod. "Okay."

I'm going to fix this, Theo. I am going to fix this, I promise you.

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Love, so much love