The Light. [Troyler]

Chapter Twenty Four.

Chapter Twenty Four. "Out Of My System."

Tylers POV.

I walk into the club that I was sent too by Sawyer numbly. I was aware of my friends to the back near the bar and I walked to them slowly. It was obvious I was the last one to show up.

"Oi, Tyler!" Everybody erupts and then bursts into laughter, obviously already having alcohol in there system. "Finally!" Sawyer cheers walking up to me with Grace and Hannah following.

"You look like shit." Hannah points out in a questioning tone more than a judging tone. I was highly aware of the bags under my eyes and the red surrounding my blue eyes and the way my quiff wasn't as tall and godly but more ruffled and not worked on. I know I look like shit, it's a reflection on how I feel.

"Yeah, that's cool." I mumble, stealing the drink out of Hannahs hand and chugging it. She laughed at me.

"I'm glad to see your enthusiastic as always. I love your passivity, really, man." Hannah laughs, grabbing two shots from the bar where we were now sitting and passing one to me which I took gratefully..

"So, where is- " Sawyer starts but I cut him off before he could finish the name and remind me of the boy I was trying to forget for the night.

"Not here." I cut him off and they didn't press on it farther, obviously seeing why I'm not in the greatest moods.

"Cheer up, Tyler. We got you." They say to me happily before handing me another drink which turned into two more drinks which turned into four which turned into six and then so many I forgot to count. There was a lot of random laughs and goofy smiles and my goal was achieved when I start to forget everything.

My friends have abandon me to retreat to the clubs dance floor when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, what's your name?" A voice whispers into my ear, making me shiver. I turned to a tan guy in all black with brown hair in a quiff and bright green eyes with a bit of stubble on his face and I could see his muscles strain against his t-shirt. He sits down beside me and gives me a smile, showing his shiny teeth. He seemed very friendly.

"Tyler." I answer simply with a small smirk on my face. This guy was just my type.

"I'm Jackson. Let me buy you a drink?" He says waving a small lady over and I smiled when I heard him order us two whiskey sours, my favorite.

"You're cute." I giggle out in my alcohol induced haze as we sip on our drinks and he smirked at me.

"Lets dance." He ordered, grabbing my wrist and dragging us to a crowded part of the room where everybody was going batshit crazy. The music blasted loudly in my ears and I couldn't hear anything but a buzz as the guy came closer to me. Something didn't seem right but I couldn't put a finger on it as I lost myself in the music with this sexy guy was who was now leaning into my lips, beginning to kiss me hungrily and I happily oblige.

He leaves soft kisses up my jaw line before beginning to nibble onto my ear making me let out a small moan as he began to grind into me as the pounding music begins to quicken.

His hands don't leave my body as he kisses me hungrily. He pulls away slightly to look at my face before mumbling into my lips.

"Let's get out of here." He says with lust shining in his eyes. I nod quickly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the people and when we get outside he attaches his lips too my neck as a taxi pulls up.

We get my apartment quickly since it was just around the corner but the urge to touch whatever the fuck his name was too much as he sat across the taxi. I threw some money at our driver and practically pulled the guy out with me as I jumped out.