88 The turn off

Jack.

I have been trying to distract myself from being too close to him all night. there has been some silent convincing. I keep telling myself that there cannot be a repeat of that night. 

I haven't had too much alcohol, I want to stay in my right state of mind. The minute I lose control, things will go haywire. That is why I am on the dancefloor of this club, groping his girl. She is a good distraction and even though I steal glances at him every second, I don't think about the things I want to do to him. 

''So, do you want to get out of here?'' Pearl, the girl I have been dancing with all night asks. My eyes dart to Jack and now he is not alone anymore. He seems to be having a conversation with some guy that is seated next to him on a stool. I was supposed to be his wingman—you know, set him up with someone but I even failed at that.