Author's Note:

Hey readers! I kind of have an idea of where I want this story to go. It's my first time writing any sort of fanfiction. Constructive criticism is always welcome. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. Review!

I sashayed my way down the streets of New York city while enjoying chocolate straight from the box. Out of nowhere a huge, bulky man, with tattoos on one side of his face crashed into me and knocked the box of chocolate out of my hands.

"Hey! Watch it these chocolates ain't cheap," I shouted.

The man whipped his head around to glare at me. He had short, silver-colored hair, emerald, slightly narrowed eyes, and his lips were slightly down turned. Then, he snatched the box from the ground, placed it in my hands and he strode away without a single word. My jaw fell open. Who did this guy think he was? I was Aelin AshryverGalathynius! I can't be dismissed! I growled, he wasn't worth my time.

Still, an hour later, while I was shopping for a new nightgown, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I hadn't even gotten his name. I sighed as I walked to the cash register to purchase a golden nightgown. I looked to my left and there he was! His skin glistened with sweat and he was holding a bottle of Gatorade.

"Are you following me?" I questioned.

"Don't flatter yourself, little girl" He responded as he rolled his eyes.

I blinked. I hadn't expected him to respond. His voice was gruff, manly as some might say. No, he isn't manly, I chided myself. He is an arrogant fool who can't appreciate my goddess-like awesomeness. I didn't realize that my purchase was made so when the cashier tapped my arm, I jerked. In doing so, knocking the arrogant man's bottle out of his hand and having the liquid cover the front of his shirt.

"Oops," I snorted.

The man growled. "Not everything is a game princess."

"Fight me"

"Oh I most certainly can, but I have better things than to bicker with spoiled girls"

No boy ever talked to me like that before, and I was mad. Real mad. I could feel fire coursing through my veins. I felt like setting the building on fire. I clenched my fists.

"I know a thing or two about fighting. I'm sure you'll be on the ground within a few minutes" I snarled through clenched teeth.

"You wanna bet?" Some mischievousness crept into his eyes. As he started to smirk. Oh I liked this side of him.

"I don't even know your name."

"Rowan Whitethorn"

"Aelin Ashryver Galathynius"

"I didn't ask"

"One date says that you'll be leaving limping"

"One box of your chocolates says that you'll be clutching on to yourself when leaving"

My precious chocolates! Oh, bring it on, Rowan. This was going to be ugly. I discarded my newly purchased nightgown as Rowan and I walked out the door. Something told me that this was going to be much fun as much as it will be painful.

"A fight until the surrender," Rowan spoke.

I nodded, took a deep breath, and got into a fighting position.

"One three," I stated, "One, two... three!"

I thought we'd spring into action but, Rowan just stood in his position. He stared at me and I stared back. My heart was racing as the audacity of the situation caught up with me. Here, standing in front of me, was a man with corded with muscle who looked like he was born on a battlefield. No, I knew how to fight too. I had been taking wrestling, karate, and sparring lessons since I learned to walk. This pretty princess had a dark side. Suddenly, Rowan grabbed my arm and pinned me to a nearby tree. I lifted my leg and kicked him where the sun didn't shine so bright.

"Well, well, well," Rowan cooed as he staggered back, "the kitty's got claws"

I close my eyes for a second and the next time I can remember opening my eyes are a couple hours later. In a hospital bed. With my shoulder dislocated. Rowan's hospital bed was two feet away from me. I turned to face his bed to find Rowan staring at me, he had a broken leg and some bruises. I don't remember the fight getting that heated. I must have fainted. Heat rose to my cheeks. Gosh! Rowan made it worse when he winked at me. I played it cool by rolling my eyes. I never thought I would see this playful side of him. I felt like blowing up with giddiness. The tension in the air was intense but playful. We kept staring at each other and kept having unspoken conversations when suddenly the door swung open. In came my cousin, Aedion. His hair was ruffled and he looked like he went through a trash compactor.

"Who exactly is this man in the same room as you?" Aedion interrogated.

Rowan glared at Aedion. Uh, oh. This can't be good.

"That's none of your business now if you'll leave Aelin and I were busy doing

stuff"

I facepalmed. This was going to end badly.

"What stuff? Aelin, I don't trust your new male!"

"Fireheart, tell your cousin to get out!" How did Rowan know we were cousins?

"Fireheart? So now you have nicknames for each other? Because I can think of a lot of things to call you!"

That was it. I had enough.

"BOYS! Can you take your territorial male nonsense out of here? Aedion, my arm is wonderful, thank you for asking. You are free to leave. Rowan, if you cause any more drama I will gladly kick your butt again."

Aedion rolled his eyes but walked out of the door. I'll talk to him later.

"Fireheart? Really?" I questioned as I raised one eyebrow.

"It describes you. Your heart is full of fire," Rowan calmly replied.

I smiled, "perhaps I've found the ice to my fire."

Luckily, Rowan smiled. "Perhaps I've met my equal."

"Speaking of being equal, remember that bet we made?"

"The one where you got a date with me if I ended up limping and you had to give up a box of your oh-so-precious chocolate if you ended up clutching yourself. Yes, I'm aware."

"Well, technically you will be limping when you get out of this hospital. So I get to go on a date with you!" I smirked, feeling triumphant.

"And you will be clutching your dislocated shoulder once the pain meds subside. So you have to give me a box of your chocolate." He smirked. AGH! He was so annoying at times.

"Please, not my precious chocolates!"

Rowan laughed. "Nope, your chocolates and only your chocolates."

I sighed. "Alright, but I get to choose when and where we go for our date."

This was going to be fun.

So what do you think? Should I write about the date? One-shot? Two-shot? Review please!