Part 17 | Mix

Lando did surprisingly well at Qualifying, he wasn't that lucky on Sunday. His car crashed and he sat on the side of the track and recovered.

Nobody approached him, he looked pissed off and upset, a mixture that usually led to no good.

My feet itched to approach him, but as promised I kept away from him, I clenched and unclenched my fists as I fought the urge to do something to ease his pain.

But Charles reminded me that there was nothing I could do at this moment.

Next week was the last race in Abu Dhabi, then there would be a long break before the new season.

It felt surreal to experience a season ending in person, everyone were vulnerable and touched by the drivers that left formula 1 after this season.

It was a sensitive time for everyone.

Charles and I left the track and headed towards the cars once everyone were done with interviews and everything.

"Wait- I forgot my keys" Charles said and I chuckled as he began to run back to the paddock.

I waited by his car for ten minutes and I started to wonder where he had gone.

Just as I was about to call him, I hear footsteps coming towards me, so I looked up.

But it's not Charles. It's Lando.

My smile falls and I straighten up from my relaxed position. "Why did you come to my room on Friday?" Lando asked, he sounded...mad?

"I worried about you-Charles and Arthur had told me-""-Bullshit. Stay away from me, don't show up at my door again" Lando cut me off.

His eyes were harsh and hurt mine like fire. His words made my heart drop in my chest.

"Okay" I said and nodded before looking down.

"I'm sorry" I added quietly. A dry scoff escaped Lando's mouth which caused me to look up.

"What is your problem? I'm sorry that your weekend and birthday didn't turn out that great, but why are you here right now then? If you hate me so-""-Shut up. For once shut the fuck up. You distract me when you look like you actually care, we both know it's not true- so don't give me that shit. Stop with the puppy eyes and all that" Lando had raised his voice at me and I had taken a step back.

"Jesus, do you have to be such an asshole? What's wrong with you" I retorted in disgust by his attitude.

"That's rich coming from you. When you start next season, don't stand in my way. I won't want to see you, I don't want to hear your voice, I don't want you near me, got it?" Lando snapped.

I scoffed and shook my head slightly in disbelief that this had escalated this badly. "Fine. No problem, are you done?" I retort and cross my arms.

"Yeah, have a terrible fucking day" Lando spat before stepping back, he turned on his heel and walked towards his own car, just as Charles walked back towards his car.

I stood frozen on the spot, taking everything in. I shouldn't have taken the job here, I shouldn't have listened to Charles.

I shouldn't have come.

"Hey, I found my keys! It took forever but here I am-what's wrong?" Charles asks as he sees me.

When I don't answer he looks in Lando's direction and glares at him when he races by.

"Come on, let's go" Charles said before unlocking the car, I nodded my head and got into his Ferrari.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked as we had passed the fans and were now on the road back to the hotel.

"I will be" I said and nodded, Charles didn't have to ask to know that I was about to cry, but I held it in.

"I'm sorry" Charles muttered and I remained quiet.

After Brazil I decided to not join Charles in Abu Dhabi. I put distance between Lando, McLaren and I before I had to start in the new season.

I had to find out how to do my job and avoid Lando. This wasn't what I imagined it would be like.

The sweet and loving Lando I had called my best friend was gone in the Lando I looked at now.

I knew it was my own fault, but I hadn't expected him to change this much.

He had every right to be mad, but after the Brazilian race, that was too much.

Max Verstappen won the championship and we celebrated in Monaco for days and days.

Of course Charles had taken it harder seeing how close he were to winning, but he loosened up so Arthur, he and I overtook the clubs of Monaco.

It had become a regular thing now that Charles was single and back in Monaco.

The music blasted loudly in the club and I moved my hips to the beat of the music, sweaty bodies and guys surrounded me.

Some of the engineers on the McLaren team had joined us tonight.

Pierre had also flown in from his vacation with Kika. The two danced close to me and Charles who was opposite of me.

I smirked as he had gotten his hands on a girl, one that he knew well beforehand.

My eyes glanced towards the VIP section and I saw Arthur and Carla. The two sat by the booth and whispered sweet nothings in each others ears.

While I had my eyes on them, Arthur looked up as someone approached them, Arthur bro hugged him and that's when I recognized the person as Lando.

Months had passed since I had seen him last. I rolled my eyes and looked away, Mick also came up behind me, he gently pushed the guy I was dancing with back.

He took his place and placed his hands on my hips, I smiled at him and brought my arms loosely around his neck.

"You look way too good in that dress" Mick commented with a grin, I rolled my eyes playfully to his comment as we continued to dance.

Somewhere in the hours that passed, Mick had pulled me closer to him, his sweaty body against mine, his hands moved upwards on my thighs as his front was pressed against my back.

He slowly slid my already short dress, up a little, I leaned my head back and grinned widely as he whispered flirty things in my ear.

He pressed soft kisses on my neck, once he was satisfied with his placed kisses, he spun me around and I wrapped my arms once again around his neck.

We still hadn't kissed, not that I wanted to. Mick's flirty behavior was nothing else but a flirty buzz while partying.

He knew and I knew, we wouldn't go that far. But some people didn't know that as they watched.

Charles and Lando watched with their eyes slightly wide and mouths open. Charles because he hadn't seen me dance like this before.

Lando because well-he hates me and I'm dancing with Mick who's famous as well as he is, and I did ruin our friendship because I didn't want to go there.

I had no doubt that it pissed Lando off, but at this moment I couldn't care less. He treated me like shit so he could suck it.