OUT OF CONTROL (18+)

6 || I know you

I drifted through the packed party, pushing my way through the throngs of bodies, searching for Kriti and Sam. The crowd was so dense it felt like I was swimming through a sea of sweaty, drunk people.

My thoughts kept circling back to that night with Sourabh. No matter how hard I tried to forget it, my mind had turned it into a fucking obsession. His hands roaming my waist, his breath hot on my neck, those feather-light kisses that drove me crazy, and the sight of him—goddammit, I couldn't escape it. The more I tried to distract myself, the more my imagination cranked up the heat, leaving me feeling like a damn furnace.

In all my life, I'd never felt anything like this. Lust didn't even begin to cover it. It was a primal, almost savage need that scared the shit out of me. You weren't supposed to have those kinds of feelings for your best friend, but there I was, drowning in it.

But Sourabh had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with me after that day. He was avoiding me like I had the plague. I didn't spill a word to Aunt Sheila about his little porn habit, but he wasn't making it easy. Even at dinner, he was stone-cold, ignoring me completely. It hurt like hell, but what could I do? I wasn't about to beg him for attention.

I stumbled into a couple who were busy groping each other. "Sorry," I muttered, trying to navigate through the throng. My head felt like it was going to explode, and my limbs had a mind of their own, making it almost impossible to find Kriti and Sam.

Anjali and Samriddhi were my new friends from school, and we had clicked instantly. They called us "besties" or some shit like that, but right now, I was about ready to throw in the towel on finding them.

After a grueling fifteen minutes of searching, I decided to take a damn break. Just as I reached for a drink, a solid body slammed into me, sending me crashing to the floor.

I hit the ground hard, landing on my ass, while people around me barely spared a glance before going back to their business.

But then I noticed a weight on top of me. It was heavy and, frankly, a bit too familiar. I pushed the body away, gasping for breath, and looked to my side to see who the fuck had crashed into me.

Sourabh's face came into focus. His eyes were glazed, looking at me like he couldn't figure out where he was.

"I know you," he mumbled, his voice slurred, before he passed out cold.

Fuck him. Just fuck him.

I pushed him off, trying to regain my composure as people continued to ignore my predicament. Sourabh was sprawled on the floor, and I had to deal with this mess. My mind was racing. This wasn't just some drunk fool falling on me; this was Sourabh, the guy who had been avoiding me like I had a contagious disease.

I looked around, trying to get my bearings. This wasn't the place to have a fucking confrontation, and definitely not with him sprawled out like a damn ragdoll.

I grabbed his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "Sourabh, get up. What the fuck are you doing?" I tried to keep my voice low, not wanting to draw too much attention.

He groaned but didn't wake up. His face was flushed, and I could smell the booze on him. He looked like a mess. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of irritation and concern. I couldn't leave him here, but I couldn't afford to make a scene either.

I looked around for help, but everyone was too wrapped up in their own party to notice us. I sighed in frustration. This was exactly the kind of shit I didn't need right now.

"Damn it, Sourabh," I muttered, grabbing him by the arm and trying to drag him to the side. He was heavy, and it took all my strength to pull him out of the way of the crowd. I could feel the stares, the judgment, but I didn't give a shit. Not right now.

Once we were in a quieter corner, I sat him up against the wall, trying to wake him up. "Come on, get your shit together," I said, shaking him a bit more forcefully.

He finally blinked awake, his eyes still bleary. He looked up at me with a mix of confusion and something else—something that might have been regret.

"What... what happened?" he mumbled, rubbing his head.

"You got shit-faced and decided to crash into me," I said, trying to keep my tone level. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I... I don't know. I just... I saw you and..." His words trailed off as he looked around, realizing where he was. "Shit, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be," I snapped. "But right now, we need to get you out of here before you make things worse. Can you stand?"

He nodded, though he looked like he was still struggling to get his balance. I helped him up, my frustration boiling over. "We're going to get out of here. Don't fuck this up."

We made our way through the crowd, and I could feel the tension between us. Whatever had happened before was still hanging in the air, and I didn't know how to address it.

As we stepped out into the cool night air, I could see Sourabh's face more clearly. The once confident and cocky guy looked so vulnerable and lost.

"I didn't mean to cause this mess," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm sorry for everything."

I looked at him, seeing the genuine regret in his eyes. It was a small comfort, but it didn't change the fact that the mess between us was far from cleaned up. "We'll talk about it later. Right now, just get yourself together."

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Sourabh really is just a big baby, don't you think? Hot, big baby but still a baby.
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