Sexual Frustrations

16. Distractions

I'd be lying if I said giving Emma a piece of my mind didn't make me feel on top of the world, because it did. I felt powerful, I felt in control, and about after half an hour in the club I felt drunk. Maddy and I disappeared into the dance floor pretty quickly and we'd lost the others which part of me was happy about because I didn't have to look at Emma. But the other half of me was kind of disappointed I couldn't look at Carl. That half of me was always a hell of a lot stronger when intoxicated. But I didn't care.

With the constant stream of drinks and non stop dancing the realisation hit me. I needed to pee. I looked over to Maddy and saw her dancing away with this absolute hottie and I felt a moment of pride. You go Maddy you grind on that man like there's no tomorrow.

"I'm gonna go pee." I whisper yelled in her ear.

"Do you want me to come with?"

"No way keep dancing." I winked and she mouthed a 'thankyou' to me. I wasn't going to cock block her, how much of a bad friend would that make me?

I made my way out of the sea of bodies that was the dance floor and having to actually walk straight made me realise how drunk I actually was. And I was very drunk.

I managed to stumble my way towards the toilets only to find a gigantic line of girls waiting to empty their bladders. I had to do something before mine emptied itself. I spied a disabled toilet right at the end of the line and made the bad half-conscious to just risk it and quickly run in there do my business and get out before anyone saw me.

So I peed, quickly washed my hands but as I was opening the door the exit the toilet someone pushed me back inside and closed the door behind me. My body went into shock not knowing what the hell to do, not able to properly process what was happening. Until I saw who was standing in front of me.

"Carl what the fuck are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I gasped leaning against the wall and trying to regulate my breathing back to normal.

"What were you doing in here?" He laughed and I looked at him properly. He looked intoxicated too, but not completely messy, just a bit of a buzz. He had his lazy smirk spread across his face that used to drive me crazy. Well it still did.

"Peeing I needed to go so bad and I couldn't wait in line." I defended but it was getting harder to concentrate on what I was saying, because of the alcohol but mostly because Carl was slowly moving closer to me and the situation we were in hit me. Alone. Locked in a cubicle. Intoxicated. Shit.

"Fair enough." He nodded and I could see his eyes trailing up and down me slowly which only just added to my inability to function like a normal human.

"Carl what are you doing?" I asked expecting him to realise that we hadn't jumped back in time and things were very different now. Meaning he shouldn't be this close and most definitely shouldn't be looking at me like that.

"I was watching you dance," he smirked. Something about him like this made me feel so giddy like I had no control.

"You sound like a stalker Gallagher." I laughed. By now our bodies were simply millimetres from touching and our faces so close I could feel his breath on my face. I was pressed against the wall as hard as I could.

"I'll wear it." He shrugged. I cursed myself for allowing this situation to happen but honestly I was innocently using the bathroom when he used this incredible tension and frustration against me.

"Like what you see?" Okay I guess flirting back was my fault but it was like an impulse around him.

"Loved it." He said moving closer as if it were possible. Even in my drunken state I knew I had to get myself out of there otherwise I'd end up kissing him and then making things even messier than they were.

"Keep it in your pants big boy," I whispered closely in his ear before pulling away, opening the door and walking out of the toilet. Crisis averted, or so I thought.

"What are you doing?" Emma's voice snapped me out of my thoughts regarding the interaction I just had. It took me a while to come up with a response, however Carl exiting the toilet I just did was apparently a response enough. "Are you fucking serious?" She yelled over the music in anger. I wished myself anywhere but there.

"No," I tried to defend myself but Carl stepped in.

"Oh get over it." Carl rolled his eyes standing behind me. I honestly wasn't expecting him to stand up to her like that given their relationship, maybe it wasn't as great as she claimed it to be.

"Did you seriously just fuck her in there?" I was highly offended by her accusation. I was classier than getting down and dirty in a disabled toilet, although given a few more minutes in there I might've had to retract that statement.

"What's it to you?" He said.

"We didn't." I had to but in, clearing the air. However the situation was not eased.

"Were not dating Emma!" He stated and I had to admit, that felt good to hear him say and if I wasn't so drunk I would have been thriving off her reaction.

"Then why have you been sleeping with me?" She yelled back. I was stood so awkwardly in between them, I tried to make an exit but Carl's firm grip on my hip held me in place.

"As a fucking distraction okay?" He yelled back and I immediately felt the tension rise. There it was. There was the answer I wanted and the answer she didn't expect. A distraction. That could mean a thousand different things and I was too dizzy and uncomfortable to speculate.

"A distraction?" She was getting angrier by the minute and if I looked hard enough I might've seen her fighting back tears. If she were still my friend I would have felt bad for her.

"Yes Emma a distraction! You were there and I needed something, anything. But it's over now." He was being so cruel that I couldn't even enjoy him telling her what I wanted to be true. This was the Carl that I didn't know, this was the one who slept with my friend and was drug addicted.

"A distraction from what? Her?" Suddenly her anger was directed at me but I was too frozen in shock to do anything.

"Yes a distraction from her." He admitted and I felt my stomach drop. I was what he needed distracting from. I wished i never came on this stupid weekend getaway. I tried to muster up the courage to leave, or say something, or do anything.

"She fucking left you." Emma spat.
That was all I needed. I broke away from his grip and headed towards the door ignoring the calls of my name. I needed to get out of there asap so I opened up my phone and made a call.

"What's up?"

"Lip I need you to come and get me now."