Chapter 1: The Bar

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I walk in the glass double doors, with a low cut V-Neck with my long dark hair swinging behind me, and a pair of my tiny short shorts. My face has makeup done so well you'd never be able to tell I'm 18 and a senior in high school.

I walk up to the bar and show the bartender my fake ID, and he asks "What to drink?"

I look at him with my baby blues and say seductively "I'll have a Vodka soda, baby."

He looks at me with a small spark of fire in his eyes as he grabs the glass and pours my drink.

I scan the room as I sip my drink looking for someone worthy of my time tonight. I see a guy standing by the dart board laughing with his friends.

He was so handsome, his cool calm and collected laugh, his green eyes which were breath taking, and his dark brown hair and 5 o'clock shadow coming in, I couldn't not stare.

I asked the bartender if he could send him a drink telling him it was from me. I sent over a beer, and watched and waited.

The bartender pointed over to me at the bar, and with a seductive smile, I looked over and waved as I saw his eyes meet mine. He walked over to me never taking his eyes off me.

"Thanks for the drink."

"Anytime, you looked like you needed it."

"Oh? For what?"

"This."

I leaned in and kissed him nice and slow then pulled away. I saw the fire in his eyes as he realized what had just happened.

He looked at me and said "Defintely wouldn't have needed a drink for that."

I bat my eyelashes at him and he let's a small smile creep up on his face.

  "So, you wanna have a drink with me? Or sit there and bat your pretty little eyes at me." As a seductive smile appears on his face.

  "Maybe one drink I gotta leave at some point." I say holding back a middle school girl giggle.

  "Well finish that one and I'll order you another."

Then I chug my vodka soda probably not my smartest idea, he then looks at me surprised.

"You must really want that other drink." He chuckles.

"Trying to get some kind of buzz on before I leave soon."

  He lifts his hand to get the bartender's attention as he does so I ask, "so... pretty boy, what's your name?"

"I'm Jacob."

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