Dysfunctional.

Chapter 1.

"Come on lets do this. " I say looking at the 3 idiots that were my friends and then looking at the entrance of the bar with excitement.

"Alright. How are we doing it?" Ashley asks.

She was the "mature" one among us. The mother of the group. But she was also the one who I'd turn to for an adventure or a prank.

"Let's just wing it. ", Mason says holding Jess, his girlfriend under his arm, who looked like she could burst with excitement.

I nod and look at the others for confirmation. They nod back and we decide to go in two groups.

Mason and Jess run together under his jacket splashing water all around. I turn to Ash and she's already giving me an excited grin.

"Here we come!!" she screams.

I laugh and lock up my car as fast as I can. We run towards the entrance trying not to get wet as it was pouring outside.

All four of us enter the bar and are met with loud music and flashing lights. Mase and jess make their way towards the dance floor.

"So where do you wanna go?" Ash asks.

"I need a drink."

"Boring. I'm going boy hunting. You go get drunk."

"Yeah yeah. Text me whenever you're ready to leave?"

"Don't bother with me my sweet, innocent angel. I'm not coming home tonight."

I roll my eyes as she struts towards a group of guys who all look at her like a piece of meat.

I make my way towards the bar and order a mocktail for myself. After a while I see a guy approaching me. And let me tell you this, he was hot. Maybe it was the horny side of me that was talking but damn he was hot.

He was tall not too muscular but not too skinny. Broad shoulders and from what I could see in the darkness from his tee shirt clinging to his chest that his chest was well defined. Yum. And he looked like a decent enough guy. But looks can be deceiving so who knows.

"Hey, could I maybe buy you a drink? " he asks looking at me with a charming smile. Not too cocky but not too shy.

"You shouldn't bother. Already got myself a drink."

"How about a dance?" he tries again. I look at him trying to decide whether I should give him a chance.

"I don't think I'm drunk enough for a dance." I motion for him to give me a minute and turn around towards the bar. I gulp down two shots that were on the bar and wince at the horrible taste.

"Let's do this." I tell the hot guy who laughs while talking my hand and leading me towards the dance floor.

I could already feel the effects of alcohol in my system. I could feel myself loosening up and trying to ignore the fact that I was dancing with a stranger. I sway to the music placing my hands around his shoulders.

"I'm Tyler by the way." he says trying to start a conversation.

"Hi Tyler" I say with an overly cheerful smile.

"Aren't you supposed to tell me your name now that I've told you mine?" he asks with an amused look.

I shrug and turn around moving my hips to the beat. He places his hands on my waist and presses my body towards his. His breath tickled my ear which was making me extremely hot and bothered.

"How old are you?"

"19"

"Oh thank god. I didn't want to look like a pedophile. Even though I should've asked this before. " His laugh vibrating through his chest.

"How old are you? 28?" I ask turning around slightly with a teasing smile. I could tell that he was easy to talk with because I felt as though I was talking to an old friend and not a stranger.

"Ha ha no I'll be 20 in a few months. "

I nod, distracted by his hands moving upwards. He turns me around and I look into his eyes. I move closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck, our faces inches apart. We danced for a while and there was definitely some sexual tension. I could feel it and I knew he could as well.

His eyes kept moving between my lips and my eyes and I was sure mine were doing the same. He leaned in and I sucked in a shaky breath as his lips moved towards my ear, his stubble scratching me slightly.

"Do you wanna get out?" His lips barely touching my ears. His voice was thick with lust which send shivers down my spine turning me on even more.